Sacred Ruins Arc (Thirty-Seven): The Oriole Could Not Defeat the Hunter, the True Winners

"Ah..."

A group of King Level creatures roared within the Sacred Herb Garden. They were swiftly torn to pieces amid the silver explosions. More Beast Kings made their bodies glow, exhausting all their energy to unleash their potential, protect themselves, and flee at high speed.

Yet it was already too late. The silver walnuts fell and blew everything apart. Silver energy boiled and surged into the sky, mushroom clouds blooming one after another. From afar, they were beautiful yet cruel.

Blood stained the silver clouds, and bloody flowers bloomed one after another, becoming a bleakly beautiful adornment.

The silver walnut tree was a Combat Saint Tree that obeyed commands. Though it had only begun to awaken and possessed merely a faint will, the fruits it bore were terrifying beyond measure.

It dropped a total of ten fruits, shooting in all directions and exploding at once. They blanketed the entire Small World in endless, dazzling silver radiance. The sound was even more horrifying than lightning descending from the ninth heavens, terrifying to the extreme.

King Blood splashed throughout the Sacred Herb Garden. Even King Level creatures capable of withstanding ordinary missiles could not endure it now. As the silver energy swept past, they fell in swathes like straw. Their glowing King bodies were pierced and shattered, leaving countless dead and wounded.

Schiller, the Vatican knight, smiled. "Heh, how splendid. It has been many years since the Vatican last bathed in such spirit blood. It is so holy..."

He stood in the distance, his peaceful smile unchanged. Strands of radiance seeped from his pores, and the aura around him grew stronger as he prepared to strike and reap the harvest.

"The Myriad Spirit Blood Elixir can finally mature."

A cruel smile also appeared on the Arctic King's lips, his white hair stirring