Undying Blood! Spear of Divine Retribution!
The Core Flame flickered in his palm, and a golden-red light shone from nothingness.
The moment that voice rang out, Bai Yuan's consciousness seemed to be dragged into another dimension.
The wilderness of Amphoreus, the burning sky, the blood-soaked earth.
The figure stood atop the ruins, short, golden-red hair fluttering in the wind, battle tattoos on his bare chest like burning scars.
The spear in his hand, named "Spear of Divine Retribution," gleamed with a chilling sharpness in the firelight.
He stood there, with a nonchalant languor, like a majestic Lion on the battlefield.
Mydei.
His Mydeimos, the crown prince of Castrum Kremnos, and also a warrior of Okhema.
He is an immortal being forged by the River Styx.
He was thrown into the River Styx by his father as an infant, and his mother died protecting him, yet he miraculously survived in the River Styx, bearing the curse of immortality.
He led his people back to their homeland, killed his father, avenged his mother, and ended the Kremnos Dynasty.
But deep down, he never agreed with the tradition of Castrum Kremnos taking pride in war and Strife.
His mother's death, the suffering brought to his people by the Strife, and the falling of his comrades one after another made him loathe the meaningless killing.
He did not want to become a tyrant like his father, nor did he want his people to repeat the mistakes of the past on the path of Strife.
So he tried to escape, he retreated in the face of fate, and he gave the Core Flame of Strife to Phainon.
After countless struggles, he finally made his choice.
He received the Core Flame, was crowned Demigod, repelled a powerful enemy with a single shot, and announced the end of the Castrum Kremnos dynasty.
He himself became the guardian of Amphoreus, fighting alone against the Black Tide from the throne.
He is not a cold person.
He may be sharp-tongued, but he is loyal and devoted to his friends.
Phainon was delayed in returning from his trials.
He was the first person to worry and risk his life to save Phainon.
Seeing Phainon's dejected expression, he almost opened his mouth to comfort her.
Unable to utter gentle words, they ended up initiating a sauna endurance contest.
He won against himself through his competitive spirit.
Mydei.
That voice, that phrase tinged with a mix of flippancy and certainty, "How pathetic, savior."
It pierced into a corner deep within the Core Flame.
The golden-red light of the Core Flame was still flickering, and something seemed to be resonating deep within the flame.
His short, golden-red gradient hair shone even brighter in the firelight, like a Lie Yan burning on the ruins;
Those deep eyes gleamed in the firelight, like two obsidian stones tempered by blood and fire.
He tilted his head slightly, a mocking smile deeply etched at the corner of his mouth, as if he might utter that phrase at any moment.
"Oh, here we go again? How do you plan to die this time?"
In that instant, the voice still echoed in his mind, and the figure was still faintly visible in the firelight.
Bai Yuan held the still slightly warm Core Flame in his palm, and the corner of his mouth curved slightly.
You're suffering too, yet you're making sarcastic remarks.
I wonder what his appearance will bring me!
The Five-Star Imaginary Number Destruction is known for his "Blood Feud" state, which involves sacrificing life for power.
In the Blood Feud state, he not only gains comprehensive enhancements and automatically releases powerful skills, but he also will not be unable to fight even if he suffers a fatal attack.
His core fighting style is like that of a berserker burning with life.
By accumulating energy through blood loss, one enters an uncontrollable automatic combat state, rampaging across the battlefield thanks to the non-downtime mechanism of the ultra-high health module.
The golden-red light was still flickering on the surface of the Core Flame.
Bai Yuan's consciousness was trapped in that burning void, unable to move forward or backward.
"I wonder... this time, will I be granted the Berserker title? Or perhaps Eidolon...?"
He muttered to himself, and before he could finish speaking, the Core Flame suddenly exploded into a golden-red pillar of light.
The light did not emanate from his body, but rather erupted from the depths of the Core Flame, like magma that had been suppressed for thousands of years finally finding a crack.
Bai Yuan's consciousness was enveloped by that light and plunged deeper into the Core Flame.
It was no longer a void, but a burning wasteland.
The sky was dark red, the earth was charred black, and the air was thick with the stench of blood.
It felt like we had just experienced a major battle, or like we were experiencing a major battle every moment.
Before he could even stand firmly, a surge of powerful blood energy rushed in from all directions.
The blood energy was so thick it was almost tangible, like an invisible giant hand gripping him in its palm, squeezing, kneading, and tearing him apart.
It was as if something was being forcibly shoved into his body.
"Ah--!"
Bai Yuan gritted his teeth.
That force was too violent.
It rampaged through his meridians, causing muscles to bulge, blood vessels to jut out, and bones to creak wherever it went.
He could feel his body being transformed by that force.
From bone marrow to muscle, from fascia to skin, every cell is being subjected to the rush of blood and qi.
It's not gentle nourishment, but brutal tempering.
Like blacksmithing, a piece of pig iron is heated until it is red-hot, forged, quenched, then heated until it is red-hot again, forged again, and quenched again, until the impurities are removed.
Images began to flood my mind.
Those images weren't Xiao Bai's Remembrance; they belonged to someone else.
He had short, golden-red hair and a bare chest covered in battle markings, like burning scars.
He stood atop the ruins, holding the spear known as the "Spear of Divine Retribution," his back view as lonely as a forgotten monument.
The images continued to flood in, and the infusion of blood and energy continued.
Bai Yuan's body began to change, with a faint golden-red light flowing beneath his skin.
His muscles were expanding, his bones were becoming denser, and he could clearly feel himself bearing that force.
The body's strength is increasing at an incredible rate.
The characteristics of that power gradually became clearer in his mind.
Burn your life to gain power.
Using blood as a catalyst and lives as fuel, they ignited the flames of war, exchanging them for destructive power that exceeded all limits.
Even if they suffer a fatal wound, they will not fall; as long as they have a breath left, they can continue to fight.
As long as I can still stand, I will keep fighting.
As his injuries worsen, his strength will only increase, making him more courageous and ferocious with each battle, and more maddened with each wound.
Bai Yuan's consciousness teetered on the brink of collapse under the impact of that surge of blood energy.
His vision began to darken, and he could feel his body approaching its limit.
"Hold on--"
He gritted his teeth and shouted to himself in his heart.
That figure reappeared in my mind.
An unknown force surged forth, rekindling the almost dissipated consciousness.
The Core Flame burned deep within his body, its golden-red light shining ever brighter in the burning void.
And that surge of blood energy was still flowing in.
After an unknown amount of time, the infusion finally stopped.
Bai Yuan gasped for breath, his consciousness slowly withdrawing from the burning void and returning to that quiet, empty space.
He looked down at his hands.
It looks no different from before.
But he could feel a new power within him, a heavy power lying dormant deep within his body, like a sleeping beast that could awaken at any moment.
The Core Flame in my palm still retained a golden-red warmth.
Beside the original engraving, a new pattern is slowly taking shape.
Dark red, like a scar branded into flames.
Bai Yuan clenched his fist, gathering the light of the Core Flame.
He hadn't fully mastered the power of Mydei yet, but he could feel it gradually merging into his body.
It is not a gift, not an inheritance, but a legacy.
Just as Xiao Bai passed the Core Flame to him, Mydei sealed his blood and fire, his fighting spirit, and his undying belief into this Core Flame.
Bai Yuan closed his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips.
He will let the Shrek members know during the Heavenly Sea Grand Competition.
What constitutes a true "battle"?