Curse

The Heroic Spirit Ashwatthama neighed and roared to the sky. Then, its entire body began to explode. Its immortality allowed it to unleash power beyond its physical limits to a certain extent. The Nine Heavens Samsara Lock was also controlling it, but if someone could bite off their wrist at will, how could they be bound by shackles?

"I'm going to kill you!" Driven by rage, the only words the Heroic Spirit Ashwatthama could utter upon seeing the King Drupada were these. However, before uttering these words, the Heroic Spirit Ashwatthama had already taken action.

The war wheel was engulfed in flames, like the wheels of a roaring race car, radiating terrifying power. His body was directly torn apart by the Nine Heavens Samsara Lock. He paid this price, even his heart was overloaded, but he finally managed to break free.

The King Drupada on the ground suddenly felt a sense of suffocation, like the despair of a bungee jumper who, after eagerly jumping, suddenly discovers that the rope is not properly tied.

Wheel of Wrath, unleash the flames of your fury!

Unlike in life, as Heroic Spirit Ashwatthama acquired this weapon that did not belong to him, and even sublimated it into Noble Phantasm. This divine weapon, which originally belonged to the guardian god Vishnu, was meant to destroy all evil.

At this moment, the King Drupada was clearly experiencing a truly suffocating despair.

The burning wheel fell from the sky like a shooting star, heading straight for the King Drupada. Its immense power nearly crushed his legs. This arrogant Kshatriya king was now like an ant!

"Father!"

Both the Dhrishtadyumna and the Shikhandini tried to stop it, but neither could get close. This terrifying danger was enough to make any warrior unable to take a step. And at that moment, a bright red figure rushed over.

Draupadi hurriedly grabbed the completely terrified King Drupada, trying to take him away, but just as he took a step, the war wheel seemed to come alive and turned its spear around.

Draupadi gritted her teeth, then spread her arms wide, shielding the King Drupada behind her like a bird protecting a fledgling, or a grown child protecting an old man.

The King Drupada watched Draupadi's retreating figure. That terrifying war wheel seemed poised to crush everything; how could this frail figure possibly withstand it? Yet, his own daughter stood before him, shielding him.

A feeling of guilt welled up in his heart.

As Draupadi watched the oncoming war wheels, the armor of the surrounding warriors even seemed to melt in the intense heat. Just as she was about to close her eyes, a figure appeared before her.

It was a somewhat familiar figure from behind, wearing a black and white trench coat. His broad, heavy back resembled a mountain, giving one a sense of security, as if looking at one's own father. The raging fire retreated before him, like a river forced to change course when facing green mountains.

With a deafening roar, a gigantic fish, unlike anything Draupadi had ever seen before, burst forth. With a punch, it slammed heavily onto the war wheel, splitting the flames in two. The war wheel, moving at a speed too fast for the naked eye to see, let out a mournful cry.

Clang!

A piercing sound rang out, and the warship was blasted open. Amidst the flames, Draupadi looked at the person who had saved his life; he had just seen that figure that morning.

With a flash, his figure vanished along with the sparks.

Another muffled thud echoed in the sky, followed by a man clad in armor plummeting to the ground and landing with a thud in front of Krishna. The armor was cracking rapidly, as an immense explosive force relentlessly destroyed it.

Heroic Spirit Ashwatthama recovered from its pain, its anger intensified. However, when it looked up and saw a familiar face, its rage vanished instantly.

"Father..."

A very low voice came from the crack in his armor. The Heroic Spirit Ashwatthama in horror as it looked at Drona. Yes, at this time, if the King Drupada was alive, then it was normal for his father to be alive as well.

He seemed to want to crawl into a hole and disappear. He was ashamed, ashamed to face his father. How could he face him with a clear conscience after doing such a wicked thing?

As the armor fell off, an arm pulled him up and flung the Heroic Spirit Ashwatthama onto the chariot. At the same time, the curse on Ashwatthama vanished instantly.

"He seems to be an unfortunate fellow. A bird that could fly has suddenly lost its wings. Let him rest here for a while."

Krishna looked at the King Drupada on the ground, walked up to him, and at this moment, under the threat of death and the selfless sacrifice of his daughter who had never been kind to him, the King Drupada's stubbornness finally shattered.

"It seems we all need some time to talk. This time, it's an invitation, King Drupada, are you willing to accept?"

Krishna brought Drona over. Seeing Drona's outstretched hand, King Drupada lowered his head. Krishna sighed, then half-forcefully took their hands together. Drona then helped King Drupada up.

In the palace of Kampilya, Krishna was dealing with the affairs of Drona and King Drupada, while in another room, Bai Mo and Kama were watching the Heroic Spirit Ashwatthama drink heartily from a jar of wine.

"Phew, that felt great! Drinking after a fight is always the most satisfying."

"That's considered a fight? It was basically you getting beaten up all by yourself!" Kama said irritably. Ashwatthama, clearly hot-tempered, stood up and said, "What? You want another fight?"

"Alright, stop acting like a gangster... Oh well, it's inevitable to be like this when you're hanging out with Duryodhana. First, let's confirm, have you really severed your connection with that [Arjuna]?"

"It's all been severed, Krishna has taken care of it. Now that the curse is gone, I'm free, but I can't stay here for long. Arjuna has it all planned out for me, so ask whatever you want now."

Ashwatthama sat on the sofa, his posture quite carefree. Bai Mo nodded in agreement, then cut to the chase. "How's the situation on the Lostbelt? Has anything changed with Arjuna? And besides you, what other divine generals are there?"

"I don't know about the Lostbelt. I'm being tormented by this damn curse. I'm barely managing to remember who I am. I don't have the mind to care about anything else."

Bai Mo's lips twitched as he asked, "Did the curse Krishna gave you last until you became Heroic Spirit?"

"Krishna. That curse was something I brought upon myself, and I spent about three thousand years of asceticism to aton for it, although I still can't forgive myself."

But the curse on me just now wasn't Krishna's, it was that bastard Arjuna. He was summoned as Servant, and when he met an old acquaintance, he attacked without saying a word.

The Heroic Spirit Ashwatthama, revealing its neck, which bore a faint mark.

"That guy just snatched all ownership of me from my Master, not only stuffing my Spirit Origin with a bunch of weird stuff, but also re-inflicting that curse on me intact."

Upon hearing about the plight of the Heroic Spirit Ashwatthama, Bai Mo couldn't help but twitch his lips. This [Arjuna] has quite a twisted sense of humor. Ashwatthama spent three thousand years escaping this torment, and this guy has given him a new one.