From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

Chapter 451 Brave!

Having been severely poisoned, Darren felt the "Soul Box" taking effect—thoroughly effective, indeed.

Otherwise, he would have already been dead.

Such a toxic poison was truly terrifying; once it entered his body, it was difficult to expel and continuously tormented him!

The double-digit Forbidden rare artifact's "hypnosis" force had instantaneously plunged Darren into a deep sleep, but because he had prepared by setting up the Black Tide on himself beforehand, he quickly awoke from the dream.

But even though "Poison Green" was only a three-digit Forbidden rare artifact, it caused even greater damage and trouble for Darren!

"You personally killed your most important comrade—in-arms, the King of Vallere!" he shouted aloud!

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At the moment, he seemed to be tightly bound by invisible shackles, every inch of his skin and every cell undergoing unprecedented agony.

The intense poison felt like thousands of ants gnawing at his heart and as if Blazing Fire burned his body, eroding not only his physical flesh but silently tearing at his soul.

Extreme pain contorted Darren's face, his eyes wide open and bloodshot, no longer reflecting the brilliance of the world but the bottomless rage and madness.

I might as well die now, Darren thought to himself.

At this point of living that felt worse than death, a strange emotion quietly sprouted in his heart—the rage against the fragile nature of life, and amidst this deep abyss of despair, he somehow twisted into a distorted smile.

"Hahahahaha!"

Sweat streamed down his pale cheeks, yet it didn't alleviate an ounce of pain; his breathing became rapid and erratic, each breath seemed to draw even more agony into his chest.

"Agata!"

The King of Vallere, no longer mindful of the Cloud of Death surrounding them, used his battle skill to rush forward and finally shattered Darren's body, then hastily grabbed the dying Agata.

"The power possessed by the Fischer family is quite strange..."

Agata lay in the arms of the King of Vallere, already very weak, her voice trembling as she spoke, "My king, you must survive... The future of Vallere's citizens still needs you."

"Damn it!"

The King of Vallere's eyes bulged, his body trembling uncontrollably with anger nearly beyond control, one of his arms contaminated by the black Cloud of Death, his life force being rapidly devoured, so he quickly amputated the arm.

He had also realized something terrifying, gradually becoming desperate in his heart.

Darren Fischer seemed like a demon that could not be killed no matter how; even though he had just been torn apart by himself, he seemed not to be truly dead.

How was such an enemy to be defeated?

Indeed, just as the King of Vallere thought, unable to wound the soul, they couldn't truly kill Darren.

He was like a demon from Hell, crawling back no matter how many times he was "killed"!

Sure enough, among the surrounding pool of flesh and blood, a new Darren was slowly being reborn; he extended a hand out of the blood and flesh, staring at the King of Vallere with a sinister smile.

"I feel it, she's dead, isn't she?"

"King of the Vallere citizen, she died because of you, how do you feel now?"

Darren mocked his enemy like a rampaging demon.

The King of Vallere remained silent.

He stared at Agata's corpse, contemplating in his mind how to defeat Darren Fischer.

The initial despair and fear gradually faded away, replaced by a rising anger inside the King of Vallere's heart, igniting a strong fighting spirit simultaneously.

He had never felt such elevated fighting spirit before!

Once, the Vallere surname shone like a constellation, illuminating every corner of the Valer Kingdom, but it seemed that fate always loved to play jokes on people.

In that sudden calamity, the Valer Family faced an unprecedented disaster—foreign invasion and internal strife led the once-glorious family to collapse instantly, its former splendor and glory vanishing overnight.

In this disaster, the King of Vallere lost his beloved relatives, loyal subordinates, and the trust and admiration of countless citizens.

When he stood upon returning to Vallere, looking out over a kingdom dominated by Lorne Factory, his heart was filled with endless grief and despair.

At that moment, the King of Vallere seemed to have fallen into an endless abyss of darkness, all light having departed from him; even the aura of a once sovereign seemed to dissipate with the wind.

Now, he had plunged into the most terrifying depths.

Yet, even such an absolutely disadvantageous situation had ignited the most intense fighting spirit and indomitable will deep within the heart of the King of Vallere.

He began searching for a glimmer of hope in the ruins, even the faintest spark was enough to ignite the raging fire in his heart.

Battle Skill: Two.

"Ruined Blood!"

The King of Vallere set down Agata's corpse, slowly stood up, his skin instantly turning crimson as the blood in his veins blazed.

He used battle skill to continuously burn his own blood, releasing a powerful life force that significantly increased his bodily strength and speed more than twofold!

He had decided to fight to the death, to engage Darren Fischer in close combat!

In the next instant, the King of Vallere dashed forward without hesitation, completely armoring himself with the power of the earth, transforming his arms into blades as he furiously attacked Darren Fischer.

The speed was incredibly fast, so astonishingly and outrageously quick!

Darren hardly had time to react before he was swiftly sliced by the blades, one arm severed.

"You actually want to compete with me in burning life?"

No sooner had he spoken than he was struck again by the King of Vallere, a relentless barrage of hits, shattering Darren's body almost instantly.

An indescribable aura of cold ferocity surrounded the King of Vallere, his eyes sparkled with resolute light, the blades fused with the earth radiated an edge not to be underestimated.

With a low shout, his figure suddenly burst forward, as swift and fierce as a cheetah hunting prey.

Blade light flashed, slicing through the air, emitting a piercing shriek; it was a perfect fusion of speed and power, each strike incredibly precise, aiming directly at Darren's vulnerable spots, giving him no chance to catch his breath.

His attacks were like a torrential downpour, impregnable, enveloping Darren under a barrage of slashes, leaving no room to escape.

Under the relentless oppression, Darren seemed to have been dragged into an inescapable nightmare; he appeared so powerless that each resistance was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, instantly shattered by the impact.

The battle had abruptly turned into a one-sided slaughter.

In the heart of the King of Vallere, there was not the slightest pity or hesitation; he knew that on this cruel battlefield, only the strongest stance could protect everything he cherished behind him.

Darren was utterly powerless to retaliate; shocked, he also knew that the "Soul Box" was the foundation supporting him, so no matter what, he would not be completely killed.

The opponent was merely engaging in futile efforts; as long as he held on until the King of Vallere exhausted his life force, that would be enough!

Finally, the blue space shattered.

The King of Vallere was about to behead Darren Fischer for the seventh time.

However, he stopped.

Because the King of Vallere suddenly witnessed a scene that completely collapsed his inner world.

"So that's it..."

At this moment, the entire Vallere camp had been completely destroyed; there were no longer any Extraordinary Exponents he knew alive around him; instead, the Cyart people surrounded him entirely, each looking at the area with hostility and wariness.

"Aaaaaaah!" Seeing this, he suddenly roared to the sky, then gradually stood still in his place.

"Are you alright?" Theo immediately came over, concern furrowing his brow.

As Darren regained consciousness, extremely weak and almost unable to stand, he was supported by Yeager and Theo, silently looking towards the position of the King of Vallere.

"This guy is already dead; we've won."

"It's a pity; if Chris had the chance to kill them, the ceremony could have been completed much faster... Both of them were truly worthy opponents to kill."