Holy Blood

The stabbing pain from his wrist could not be eliminated by blocking his nerves.

This pain came from the "Holy Sword."

It meant that the Holy Sword ability Earl had acquired the day after tomorrow had, to some extent, transferred to Han Dong.

Generally speaking, when knights broke through their seeds using tainted creatures from outside the city, most merely borrowed the chaotic aura within them to break through the seed shell.

The influence and inheritance at the ability level generally did not exceed 30%.

However, Han Dong had absorbed a Mature Body—an Other-Demon—and had even voluntarily retained Earl's consciousness. Combined with the Faceless Head's special compatibility, things were naturally different.

After adapting to the stabbing pain in his wrist,

Han Dong, wrapped in his plague doctor coat, used his disguise to produce the voice of a middle-aged man.

"Back then, if Olivia had not pierced that loathsome blood descendant's body with the 'Holy Sword,' I could never have survived...

"If I had been a little stronger back then, perhaps everyone could have survived."

His words brimmed with regret and self-blame, bringing his Performance Talent fully into play.

This immediately drew a sigh from Patriarch Buckle, who slowly began to bare his heart.

"My sister's talent and strength were both above mine.

"When the 'Holy Sword' was nearly useless against humans, my sister relied on pure swordsmanship to claim ninth place in that year's Knight Tournament.

"Moreover, my sister's 'Holy Sword' was also the most special and unique one... Sigh."

Listening to the patriarch, Han Dong felt somewhat puzzled.

It was as though the "Holy Sword" itself was not a combination of swordsmanship and holy magic, but rather a special ability mixed into one's bloodline.

Seizing the opportunity, Han Dong continued asking,

"Isn't the 'Holy Sword' a combination of holy