Derivative Curse (Part 1)

Amid the raging Alpha Death Storm, an energy shield isolated Reilo inside a roughly two-meter-diameter sphere.

He held the Mithril Dust Seal.

The pages of this magic prop flipped rapidly with a rustle, gradually covering the surface of the Evil Holy Grail on the ground with a layer of fine runes and temporarily sealing it off.

He wasn't skilled at sealing techniques. This was the limit of what he could do.

"Essence Spring."

He murmured to himself.

The Essence Spring inside the Evil Holy Grail was interweaving with the Blood Law within this magic prop, forming some sort of mutation. Whether for good or ill, he had accomplished his goal this time.

Whether Grand Duke Flagi's blood-bat clone had truly been destroyed by the strange power in Death Holy Mountain or not, it hadn't emerged, so Reilo had no intention of investigating further.

Reilo had more important matters to deal with now.

Star Body True Body!

It was a shame that Sword Saint Biang had been left behind here forever, unable to fulfill his dream of becoming a dragon-slaying hero before his death.

Of course, this was also the ultimate fate of almost every warrior who dreamed of becoming a dragon-slaying hero.

How many warriors in the world had ever truly seen a dragon?

And those who managed to slay a dragon and turn the glory into faith were rarer than rare—a mere legend.

With that thought, Reilo didn't linger. He walked step by step through the raging sandstorm toward the former Saint Bilimoya region, gradually disappearing from sight.

An endless expanse of yellow sand stretched as far as the eye could see.

Only in Saint Bilimoya did traces of the remaining Rotting Law Power still linger.

Wisps of black smoke represented the life force craved by creatures that