From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

Chapter 463 Black Clouds and Blood Flames

Above the sky, Darren gazed at Rhea People's "Blood Flames King," Flamme Meyer.

His eyes held a sharpness, ferocity, and madness that were most unsettling, almost inhuman.

Duke Darren Fischer was undoubtedly a terrifying entity in the eyes of the world.

The demon of Cyart!

Not only were his enemies afraid of him, but the Cyart people were too!

But Darren did not find this disturbing at all, not only because sufficient negative emotion could propel him higher up the God Pantheon stairway but also because he naturally relished being perceived in such a manner by everyone.

Yes.

Darren Fischer was born a selfish, insanely ferocious demon!

Very well.

"I've finally reached this point."

"I will soon be able to avenge my grandfather and fulfill my father's last wish."

He murmured to himself.

Over the decades, driven by intense hatred, the Fischer family had thoroughly gathered most of the intelligence on the "Blood Flames King."

First was the power known as "Blood Flames," an ominously potent force passed down from the "Fire Demon God Anzemos," which possessed rather troublesome effects.

That being, anyone wounded by the "Blood Flames" would lose their ability to heal naturally, and their soul would continuously suffer damage as long as the wielder of the "Blood Flames" remained conscious.

The power of the soul flowed and churned within the blood, so the blood-red flames indeed could scorch deep into the soul!

Though Life Box could function, Darren could indeed be burned until only a small part of his soul remained, leaving him far from a complete human.

In fact, within the ranks of Monarchs, not many Bloodline powers could truly damage the soul, but the Meyer family's Bloodline possessed that capability.

Darren knew one thing, that the "Blood of Salvation" obtained by the Fischer family could also accomplish this, although it had to be developed to the level of Heavenly Enlightenment to reveal the true power of this Bloodline.

Undoubtedly, the direct damage to the soul by the "Blood Flames" constrained Darren's physical immortality, but he did not feel that meant he was bound to lose.

After all, his immortality was just one among many of his traits, a crucial component of his combat strength, important but only to an extent.

Besides "Blood Flames," there was another point of concern... according to Darren's knowledge, the Rhea People had always possessed two double-digit Forbidden rare artifacts, and one of them was likely in Flamme's possession.

Number sixty-nine, the Forbidden rare artifact "Demon Bamboo."

The so-called "Demon Bamboo" was a type of purple-blue bamboo, each section of which had eyes constantly seeping blood, undoubtedly possessing peculiarly dark powers.

It required the permanent sacrifice of an important bodily organ to activate, but once used, it would render one almost invincible for a short period, immune to most damage and external interference.

As for how long that "short period" was?

Neither Black Tide nor Darren knew, as Flamme himself had never used the artifact, and the last person to use it was his father, the man who led the Meyer family to the East.

Then there was another concern, the people from the True Gods Church.

He narrowed his eyes.

According to Black Tide's investigations, Darren learned that the Cardinal of the Salvation Church was also among the Rhea military, that woman known as the "White Flower."

"White Flower" was a very aged elf, at least five hundred years old, appearing very young but possibly the oldest Cardinal in the Salvation Church.

The Bloodline power she possessed, derived from Angels and called "Flower Dawn," was not only bizarre but peculiar, endowed with many mysterious characteristics.

Although "White Flower" was not currently on the battlefield, Darren always felt that it was very likely she would suddenly appear here!

"It's good that we also made our preparations in advance... we'll see whose preparation is more sufficient."

His belief that "White Flower" would definitely arrive was because Karno had prophesized in advance that today's fateful battle would not be easy but full of ups and downs and replete with danger!

As Darren pondered silently, four others were sizing him up.

Before the "Blood Flames King," Flamme Meyer, had a chance to speak, an elderly nobleman in a black tuxedo, with a profound gaze, spoke up.

"Let's all go together! Surround him!"

The next moment, Flamme silently stared at Darren without moving, while the other three people around him took positions in three different places, ultimately encircling Darren.

"Very well, all of you attack together."

In that tense standoff, Darren stood amid them all, his expression calm and composed, as if the tense atmosphere around him had nothing to do with him.

His eyes betrayed a superhuman calmness, the aggressive movements of the four around him were merely like ripples in a storm.

"What will you do, Darren Fischer! Cyart's demon!"

The elderly man in the black tuxedo challenged him; though he did not possess middle rank Monarch power, his strength was close to that, making him a very powerful elements spellcaster.

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Like a mountain that could not be shaken, Darren remained unflustered even as he was surrounded.

He slowly adjusted his breathing, not rushing to make a move, his gaze sweeping over the four men, exhibiting a powerful presence that commanded respect.

"Begin!"

The next instant, at that very moment, Darren's aura transformed abruptly, as if an ancient and powerful force within him had awakened.

His form began to distort, bones and muscles uttered low rumbles in the darkness, and with a deafening roar, Darren once again transformed into a giant demon dragon, its scales as black as night, shimmering with a cold light, each seeming to contain the power of death.

The eyes of the demon dragon were like the abyss, burning with fierce flames, trembling the souls of those who dared look directly.

"Death Black Cloud!"

The air around seemed to tear apart, the dense Death Black Cloud exploded instantly, darkening the skies and devouring all light.

The Black Clouds not only obscured the vision of the Rhea People but also carried endless despair that sapped the life force, making even breathing difficult for them.

Aside from Flamme, the other three instinctively retreated, even the elderly nobleman in black found himself forced to step back!

"Roar!"

Darren propelled himself into flight on massive wings, tearing through the sky, stirring up a fierce wind that whipped the surrounding Death Black Cloud into even greater turbulence.

With each breath he took, thunderous sounds followed, the flames he exhaled like the fires of Hell!

Just as the Death Black Cloud ravaged everything in desperation and fear, the sky suddenly cracked open with a dazzling rift, from which surged not deeper darkness, but blazing blood-red flames!

The flames, as if endowed with life, carried an unyielding ancient power, instantly piercing through the thick Black Clouds, illuminating all of heaven and earth.

The former moniker of "Blood Flames King" Flamme was...

Skyfire!

The blood-red flames clashed fiercely with the Death Black Cloud, interweaving and colliding in the sky, erupting into deafening booms. Within the flames seemed to dwell an ancient will. They did not fear the forces of death but grew ever more fervent, devouring piece by piece of the Black Cloud, burning it until it was reduced to nothingness.

"Have you nearly reached the high-level Monarch already?"

Even as a demon dragon, Darren could not hide his astonishment in the face of the sudden blood-red flames; the flames' temperature was so high that even his dragon scales crackled under their heat, emitting wisps of smoke.

The edges of the scales touched by the flames turned black, and increasingly more cracks appeared, revealing the bright red flesh beneath.

However, it was the soul that felt even more pain than the flesh; he could sense a lethal threat!

Yet, Darren did not retreat but rather ignited the madness within the depths of his soul.

"Roar!"

He howled towards the sky and then flapped his wings to fly even more fiercely into the flames!

Flamme's eyes widened in disbelief as Darren charged headlong into the flames, as if he intended to test the limits of the blood-red flames with his body, proving that not even death and destruction could halt his progress!

"The Fischer family patriarch indeed! You indeed have courage, no, you are insane!"