CHAPTER 317: CHAPTER 11: KING SELEUCUS

There’s no doubt, this is a Divine Artifact!

Moreover, it perfectly complements the holy power emanating from this Female Knight before me.

"Evil Spirit, any last words you’d like to leave?"

Jeanne had just led the Crusader Knights in a charge, yet she appeared completely unwearied.

"Beautiful Knight, may I have the honor of knowing your name?"

Jeanne shook her head, "A mere name is not worth mentioning."

Isaac sighed lightly, "So cautious. Nowadays, everyone is enchanted by the stories in legendary tales, as if just knowing a name could be a medium for casting curses."

Jeanne had no intention of wasting words; she raised her Holy Spear high: "Evil Spirit, return to where you belong."

"Evil Spirit?"

Isaac was momentarily stunned, a bizarre smile appeared on his face.

Around him, ripples arose in the air, an unseen but extremely evil aura surged towards Jeanne like a clawing ghost.

Watching from afar, Chelina’s expression subtly shifted.

"What are you planning to do?"

Furinjira frowned.

Chelina furrowed her brows, "It’s that kind of power. It’s invisible, but extremely dangerous. I need to help."

Furinjira quickly reminded, "Don’t forget Jeanne’s identity. If you go now, not only will you be of no help, she will have to be careful not to purify you as well."

Chelina was momentarily stunned, finally realizing this seemingly unreliable woman was none other than the Knight of Radiance, the chief purifier of the Holy Church, who makes countless Werewolves tremble and kills dark entities by the thousands each year on the Two Sicilies.

"Face your judgment, Evil Spirit."

Golden Holy Flame erupted around Jeanne.

Her silver-white Armor was covered in holy patterns; even before the evil aura could get close, it was scorched away by the Holy Flame.

The rusted Holy Spear, under the burning Holy Flame, regained its former glory, once the deadly weapon of God King Odin—Gungnir!

The Black Dragon, reduced to a husk, let out a furious roar, its eye sockets aflame with ghostly green fire flickering like a candle in the storm under the terrifying Holy Flame.

Isaac beamed with a wild laugh: "I am the greatest Successor after Alexander’s death—Monarch ruling over Antioch, King Seleucus.

All traitors should face death!"

An invisible evil force surrounded Isaac, transforming into a terrifying Demon Dragon, rivaling Jeanne’s Holy Flame.

Although the Holy Flame curbs evil, the power within Isaac’s body greatly surpasses Jeanne, rendering the two equally matched for the moment.

"Holy!"

Majestic chanting echoed.

Golden radiance illuminated the entire Port like daylight.

Isaac and the Black Dragon at his feet appeared as if corroded by concentrated acid, emitting billowing white smoke.

The golden Holy Spear shot forth.

Bang—

The Holy Spear pierced Isaac’s chest, the raging Holy Flame engulfing his entire body along with the Black Dragon beneath him.

"Is it solved already?"

The hurriedly arriving Losa frowned.

He hadn’t a chance to steal the spotlight!

Jeanne opened her hand, the Holy Spear returned, receding its radiance and reverting to its rusty appearance.

"Sorry, my Lord. I sensed his aura, found it immensely sinful with countless lives fallen at his hands, and withheld nothing."

Watching the blazing "torch," Losa exhaled lightly, "It’s fine, all that matters is resolving the issue. Securing Limassol makes this expedition to Cyprus worth its while."

"Not yet."

Prajna, standing beside Losa, suddenly spoke.

She tossed her black Ghost Face Shield.

It swiftly expanded, ballooning into the size of a small mountain, standing firm on the broad street.

Ghostly wails echoed.

The Ghost Face Shield formed a Ghost Gate, with strange ghost faces surging like shadows submerged beneath the Yellow Springs.

Jeanne immediately caught on: "It’s an Evil Spirit, detached from Isaac’s body?"

"Yes."

Prajna raised her hand.

From behind Losa, a shadow rapidly expanded, revealing a hand covered in black scales reaching for his nape, only for Prajna to grasp it firmly.

The shadow struggled desperately.

"How can you see me?"

"Wait, how can you touch me?"

Prajna’s expression remained indifferent, without intention to explain.

Having served as the Gatekeeper of Hell and a Ghost Race General, she naturally could see and touch the Evil Spirit.

This shadowy Evil Spirit, terrifying as it was, encountered two perfect counters in its adversaries.

"Wait, wait a minute!"

"I surrender. Count Losa, you are a Dragon Descendant, right? So am I. I can help you!"

The shadow called out.

Prajna looked to Losa as the ghostly figure struggled in her grip, her slender fingers and seemingly unsubstantial frame immovable.

"You are a Dragon Descendant?"

Losa’s face revealed great interest.

"Yes, that’s right, I am also a Dragon Descendant. I am King Seleucus, most favored and trusted by Alexander Your Majesty, who defeated the Persians relying on the Dragon’s Blood within me."

King Seleucus...

After Alexander’s death, his Empire fragmented into Macedonia, Ptolemaic Egypt, and the Seleucid Dynasty, among other Successor States, engaging in mutual warfare.

Seleucus once stood as the grandest Empire among them.

"What can you help me with?"

The shadow eagerly replied, "I can help you unlock the Dragon’s Blood within you, allowing you to transform and become as strong as me, even train a Dragon army to reign over Constantinople and Pope City."

Losa sighed lightly, "Isaac probably trusted your lies and ended up like this, right?"

The Imperial Knight’s position, surely it was ineffective against it as well.

"Prajna, do me a favor."

He looked to Prajna, who infused her power into Losa, granting him temporary power to deal with Evil Spirits of such ethereal form.

This was an effect of heightened Intimacy, similar to when Furinjira lent him power to deal with the Crocodile God of Montreal.

He grasped the shadow.

Without hesitation, he walked towards the Hell Gate standing in the central street.

Then, he pressed it firmly against the door.

Numerous souls, as if clutching a lifeline, desperately clung to the shadow, attempting to escape the gate and return to the mortal world.

This obsession, King Seleucus used to be, now the shadow knows all too well.

Yet countless souls clutching a single lifeline will only drag this lifeline along with them into the Yellow Springs.

"No, let me out. I am Seleucus, the Heaven-Ordained Monarch, Dragon Descendant King. You cannot do this to me, let me out!"

The cries gradually faded away.

The Hell Gate shrank, returning to the Ghost Face Shield. Ghost faces on it extended tongues to lick sharp fangs, seeming highly satisfied and full.

Meanwhile.

Beside Losa.

A system alert sounded.

You slew a Dragon Descendant Evil Spirit, your Level increased, Dragon Descendant Bloodline Awakening Level raised.

You gained...