Arcueid: Hey, Can We Make Peace? / The Vast Gap Between Worlds Chills the Dead Apostles

Under Brad's desperate assault, which involved self-destructing the Ghost Ship, the force that had been binding them was finally broken, and the golden light that had been wrapped around the dark blue Ghost Ship scattered in all directions.

Without a trace of joy on her face, Altrouge, having successfully escaped, prepared to take her two retainers and pet and flee far away across the dark sea.

It's certainly humiliating to come looking for trouble with your sister whom you don't like, only to be defeated and forced to flee in a single exchange. But if it's to protect the retainers who have been with you for hundreds or thousands of years, Altrouge doesn't care.

Anyway, after being targeted and hunted down by White Wing Duke for so long, he had already lost all face.

However, just as Altrouge was about to dive into the sea and escape, she suddenly felt a terrible chill emanating from below.

Subconsciously, a powerful magical force erupted from Altrouge, who was intentionally falling into the sea, and she managed to stop her descent. Her delicate feet barely managed to stay afloat on the surface of the water.

Meanwhile, Struggle Black Knight carrying the weakened White Knight Brad, wasn't so lucky—

The Ancestor of the Dead Apostles, clad in black armor, now had half his body, along with the demonic sword in his hand, frozen in the extreme cold. His face, which had been somewhat rosy due to the flow of magic, was now deathly pale, almost resembling a frozen, dried-up corpse.

"Lord Strout!"

Seeing that Struggle had failed to defend against the attack, Altrouge lightly touched the ice with her bare feet and leaped to Struggle's side in the biting cold. Crimson magic erupted as she tried to rescue her retainer.

However, before Altrouge could make a move, a tremendous force was already imprinted on her back by a fist flashing with golden light, causing her to fly backward like a blood-red meteor.

"Oh..."

A mocking smile played on Gwen's lips as he looked at Struggle, who was frozen in place by the chilling aura, yet still staring intently at him. Gwyn slowly withdrew the fist that had just sent Altrouge, and deliberately shook it in front of Stuart—

"Sneak attacks are fun, aren't they?"

Hearing Gwen's sarcastic words, a surge of crimson magical energy instantly erupted from Struggle, who was being carried on Brad's shoulder—

Because he was being carried on Struggle's shoulder, the already seriously injured Zu was in much better condition than Struggle was frozen.

However, before Brad could do anything, a large, iron-like hand suddenly reached out and lifted him up as if grabbing an orange cat by the neck, and blinding lightning instantly engulfed him.

"Hey, is it fun?"

Seeing Brad being held in Gwen's arms like a human "third wheel," Arcueid's clear red eyes, still nestled in Gwen's embrace, suddenly lit up. She looked at Struggle, whose body was half frozen, and felt a little eager to try.

Faced with this gaze that treated him like a toy, Struggle felt another surge of anger—

Thousands of years ago, he became one of the oldest Dead Apostles under such gazes.

After all these years, he was actually being looked at with that same gaze by the True Ancestor once again!

In his extreme rage, Struggle seemed to feel that his frozen magic and even the Principle Blood Rings were showing signs of revival.

Just as Struggle was overjoyed and was about to break free from the strange chill that could even freeze his Principle Blood Rings of the Ancestor of the Dead Apostles, a "Humanoid Lightning" came crashing down on him.

With a twisting, tearing sound, Struggle's body on the ice was smashed apart, and he rolled away on the ice along with the White Knight Brad was crashing down on him.

"It really has a tenacious vitality."

Gwyn glanced at Struggle's lower body, completely frozen in the ice as his upper body separated from his body, and then looked at Struggle in the distance, Gwen aura waning but not yet extinguished, and couldn't help but sigh—

Even he didn't have this kind of recovery ability before he was in fourth grade.

After all, he doesn't possess any restorative bloodline abilities.

You should know that the ability he just used to freeze this sea surface was the true meaning of Absolute Zero, which he learned and comprehended from Crestor.

Even though Gwen's effort was far from his full strength, given his level, it wouldn't be easy for him to withstand even a casual blow.

"However, the fact that they possessed this level of activity, and that they weren't significantly Altrouge simply because they didn't come into contact with seawater..."

Is it the effect of that so-called "Principle Blood Rings"?

Chapter 548 Altrouge: Hmm, can we reconcile?

Suddenly, Arcueid tugged at Gwen's sleeve, who was deep in thought, and pointed to the two Ancestor of the Dead Apostles receding into the distance—

"Gwen, Gwen, they're running away—"

"Don't worry, he can't escape..."

Gwen glanced at the two fleeing figures separated by the force of his attack and chuckled softly.

As he spoke, Gwen raised his hand, leaned back in one fluid motion, his back taut like a steel string gathering power, and his fingertips to his heels formed a taut arc of light.

In the instant his forearm rose, the blazing lightning transformed into a spiraling Lightning Spear in the golden light, which he grasped in his hand.

With a "whoosh," the Waist Bow snapped straight, the sound of wind piercing through the air, and the real Sunfire Sun Spear, which was almost identical to the original Sun Spear except for its appearance, transformed into a meteor that tore through the waves on the ice, pinning Brad and Struggle, who were fleeing at all costs, to the ice.

"See, he didn't run away, did he?"

Gwen waved his hand and smiled at Arcueid beside him, asking a question.

"That's amazing!"

Arcueid smiled and praised, but his gaze was fixed on the figure in the distance.

Sensing the familiar yet unfamiliar aura and the surging magic power within her, Arcueid became more serious and reminded her—

"Be careful, she's getting serious..."

"Heh... I'd like to see just how strong the Ancestor of the Dead Apostles is when he goes all out."

Gwen chuckled softly, then took Arcueid's arm and disappeared from the spot.

Without even glancing at the White Knight pinned to the ice and unable to move beside him, Gwen looked up at Altrouge in mid-air.

A blood-red storm tore through the curtain of extreme cold, and the frigid ice surface emitted a mournful wail as crystals shattered. The frozen waves gleamed with an eerie blood-red light under the moonlight, and cracks spread from beneath her like veins.

A magnificent black silk skirt billowed in the blood-red storm. The True Ancestor Princess revealed her true form, standing in mid-air at the center of the crimson vortex. Her pale, bare feet appeared even whiter in the blood mist. A magical hurricane wrapped around the girl's slender waist, and the crimson light flowing through her hair resembled lava swimming in the eternal night.

Her crimson pupils reflected the miserable state of her two retainers, and the rage in her chest made Altrouge want nothing more than to unleash her power without reservation.

However, for the sake of the two people who had been with her for thousands of years and were practically like family, Altrouge had to suppress her impulse—

Her lips parted slightly, and her clear, cold voice echoed across the icy plains where a biting wind was blowing. In Altrouge's blood-red eyes, the figures of Gwen and Arcueid were reflected—

"Respected strongman, my name is Altrouge Brunestud, and I offer my sincerest apologies for my previous offense."

To atone for this mistake, I am willing to pay any price, only asking that Your Excellency spare my two incompetent retainers.

"Oh..."

Upon hearing Altrouge's self-introduction, Gwen chuckled softly.

Even before seeing the group of one woman, two men, and one beast, Gwen had already made some guesses about their identities.

Now that Altrouge has revealed her identity, it can be considered confirmation of his guess.

When faced with Altrouge's request for reconciliation, Gwen glanced down at Arcueid beside him—

"Arcueid, should we spare her life?"

"Um..."

Arcueid's eyes reflected Altrouge's cold expression. She nodded slightly and said solemnly—

"She's very strong now. If she's not in danger... let's spare her life..."

Arcueid still acknowledges the strength of Altrouge, who once stole her long hair, and doesn't want Gwen to be hurt because of her.

Don't worry.

Gwen smiled slightly, released his grip on Arcueid's hand, and looked up at Altrouge, whose face was icy cold and who had already overheard their conversation.

"Show me your power, Altrouge."

"Then... I won't stand on ceremony—"

Facing Gwen, whose body was now radiating golden light, Altrouge's lips curled into a cold smile, and the crimson storm around her surged even more fiercely.

Altrouge had just taken a punch from Gwen, was certain that Gwen unknown guy was an unexpectedly powerful figure.

Even if she had been prepared and faced that punch head-on, she probably wouldn't have been able to take it easily.

Even so, Altrouge had no intention of turning around and running away—

Because of his foolish decision, the White Knight who had followed him for thousands of years suffered a severe blow.

Whether out of her duty as a monarch or out of her own emotions, Altrouge must confront Gwen.

But what awaited her was Gwen's Sun Spear—

Raising her hand to draw her spear, she bent her waist like a full moon, and the Lightning Spear, shining like sunlight, pierced through the surging blood-red storm, heading straight for Altrouge's face.

Not daring to be careless in the slightest, Altrouge dodged to the side, feeling the stinging sensation of the leaping lightning arcs hitting her body, and her heart grew even more apprehensive.

However, before Altrouge could even launch her own attack, a barrage of golden fist shadows had already enveloped Altrouge entire body—

"Tenma - Meteor Fist!"

Gwen, who had already flashed to Altrouge's side with the Sun Spear, tore through the air with his fist and struck Altrouge's slender figure.

Fists rained down on her, and even though Altrouge was used to pain, she had the illusion that she was about to be completely smashed into mincemeat at any moment.

"Ah!"

With a piercing scream, Altrouge unleashed her magical power, forcefully pushing Gwen back.

However, Altrouge's turn had barely begun before it was already over—

"The Lion's Gold!"

A shimmering, golden phantom of a lion flashed from Gwen's fingertips and pounced on Altrouge.

Under Arcueid's watchful gaze, as if watching a blockbuster movie, the unequal battle proceeded in a one-sided fashion.

When Altrouge, whose black dress was made of condensed magic, collapsed weakly on the ice, this half-blood Princess of the True Ancestor and the Dead Apostle was barely breathing.

If it were just a simple violent attack, Altrouge might not have been beaten to this extent.

After all, one of the abilities that vampires rely on for survival is their terrifying immortality.

However, the intense energy contained in Gwen's attack made Altrouge feel as if she had encountered her natural enemy, and her condition instantly plummeted.

Altrouge had no doubt that if Gwen hadn't held back at the end, she would probably have been reduced to a bloody mess.

"I'm sorry, Lord Strout, Lord Blood, I..."

Her crimson eyes gradually dimmed, and all the Remembrance of her life began to flash before Altrouge eyes like a revolving lantern, as if the whole world was gradually fading away.

Just when Altrouge thought she was about to fall into darkness, a sudden burst of golden light illuminated the world that was gradually dimming in her eyes—

"I think I lost control just now and used power I shouldn't have..."

Chapter 549 The World's Inconsistency Chills the Dead Apostle

As her thoughts drifted away, Altrouge couldn't even comprehend the sentence; she could only stare blankly at the golden light that filled her vision.

On Altrouge, a faint, dim golden glow shone through.

After quickly withdrawing the intense energy he had injected into Altrouge's body, Gwen swiftly converted the energy attribute and used pure water to cleanse Altrouge's battered body, carefully restoring her life force, which he had ravaged beyond recognition.

"Gwen, what's wrong with her..."

Arcueid ran to Gwen's side in two steps, and when she looked at Altrouge lying on the ground unconscious, her red eyes still staring blankly, a strange expression appeared on her face.

Although Arcueid and Altrouge don't exactly have a sisterly relationship, the other is ultimately Arcueid's last remaining relative in this world, and thus they are somewhat different.

It wouldn't be accurate to call it sadness, but feeling the other person's life force, which was like a candle flickering in the wind, Arcueid still felt a strange emotion surging within her.

"After getting carried away, I accidentally used some unusual moves, which caused her considerable damage."

Noticing Arcueid's unusual emotions, Gwen explained while healing Altrouge,

"Don't worry, though. The physical damage is severe. The injury to my soul is just a piece of cake for me. It will be healed quickly."

However, she will likely remain weak for a long time after recovering.

Then you can bully her however you want.

"Real?"

Arcueid had just breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly brightened up when she heard Gwen's last words.

Although Arcueid didn't want Altrouge to die like this, Arcueid was still quite interested in bullying her older sister who never gave her a kind look and kept saying inexplicable things and threatening to kill her.

Meanwhile, in the distance, listening to the conversation carried by the cold wind, the two Ancestor of the Dead Apostles, their hearts filled with despair and already prepared for Jade Stone, had no time to worry about their lord's future; they simply breathed a sigh of relief.

At least, Altrouge is still alive and can survive.

As their tense minds suddenly relaxed, a bone-chilling cold pierced their souls, making it almost impossible for these two renowned Ancestor of the Dead Apostles to maintain their thoughts.

And in front of Gwen and Arcueid, Altrouge showed no reaction whatsoever to Arcueid's "malicious intentions"—

At this moment, Altrouge had lost the ability to receive external information; her consciousness was immersed in a body that felt as if she had returned to the womb... a body yet to be "born," "watching" the earth-shattering changes taking place in a body whose nature had already been determined after birth—