Chapter 2170: 0467 Twilight Demon King! (Large Chapter asking for monthly tickets and subscriptions)_2

Other knights, either like the Blood Knights, have long since let go of worldly emotions, focusing solely on cultivation, unimpressed by the so-called bloodline inheritance. Or their time has not yet come, thus they have not met a partner.

It’s fine for those indifferent to emotions, but those who want to be with someone for the long haul would surely prefer a female knight or witch who is at least level six or above.

Levi can understand all of this; such matters are ultimately mere spices in the lives of long-lived transcendent beings, unlike in past lives where mortals could almost die without romance. In any case, leaving one’s inheritance before death is considered a perfect accomplishment.

After the wedding.

Levi also learned from Triss that Celia from the witch’s cabin had recently passed away peacefully, having reached the senior fifth-circle realm.

He still vaguely recalls the witch he first saw reading in the witch’s cabin, with whom he later collaborated a lot. Celia reaching the fifth-circle was not without a little help from Levi.

Time passes, and everything fades away…

At Celia’s funeral, Levi and Hundred Flowers personally went, making Celia’s children feel anxious and fearful, clearly not expecting a figure like the Dusk Palace Master to attend their mother’s funeral.

Months later.

Gondor City.

While refining the sword array with Lord Victor, the Holy Infant arrived at the entrance of the Fire Dragon Shop. The sign for “Fire Dragon Shop” had been taken down.

In its place was a plaque that read “Fire Dragon Sky Work.” The attendants were busily setting up for tomorrow’s press conference, and Gondor City seemed to be lively.

The times have changed; the Fire Dragon Shop is no longer the small workshop of the past but a major manufacturing plant with a complete industrial chain, based in Gondor City and reaching across the Midland Continent to the Wizard World.

Therefore, following the owner’s intention, it was renamed “Fire Dragon Sky Work,” reflecting the ideas of “creating with ingenuity.” Although the name Fire Dragon Shop has changed, the spirit and mission continue.

The Holy Infant looked at all this, feeling that life had entered a new phase, and everything was full of hope.

Suddenly, he felt something and took out a broken soul token, his eyes slightly dazed… it read “Mia.”

He sighed softly:

“Farewell.”

Yes, just now, Mia died.

When they met in the ancient tower, Mia was already several hundred years old, having lived longer than the average lifespan of a fifth-circle wizard. She must have had some lingering thoughts, unwilling to depart.

Lord Victor, having come out sometime later, said:

“Death is also rebirth. To pass peacefully in this age is the greatest fortune.”

The Holy Infant informed Mina, who had just advanced to the third-circle, of this, and she was overcome with sadness.

“Shopkeeper, I was picked up by Grandma Mia. I wish to take leave to see her and arrange her funeral affairs.”

The Holy Infant said:

“Go ahead, and be careful on the road.”

The old are gone, but life must go on, and everything needs to look forward.

The next day.

The “Fire Dragon Sky Work” press conference was held, attended by the Holy Infant and various Primordial Soul Artifact Masters like “Gold, Silver, Copper, Iron, and Tin.” Alexandra and Elsie held a banner, and the Holy Infant personally cut the ribbon.

Gandaph also attended, muttering:

“Shouldn’t I also rename my Gandalf Pharmacy to make it sound more impressive?”

Lord Victor said:

“What name do you want to change it to?”

Gandaph said:

“Jishi Pharmacy, what do you think?”

Lord Victor retorted:

“Not great, it doesn’t sound as impressive as your name Gandalf.”

Gandaph thought for a moment and gave up since his name itself was already a golden signboard.

After the press conference, Gandaph returned to the God-forsaken Continent to continue hunting demons.

He must accumulate fifty million War Merits before reaching a Senior Seventh Ring to exchange for the Bright Moon Artifact, time is not on his side.

…

Land of Darkness.

Nora Pan-plane.

Ika World.

This is the homeland of the Long-Armed Clan, a medium plane, where the world’s Guardian is an eighth-level powerhouse called the “Ika God.”

The Ika God stands high above, protecting the Long-Armed Clan from external invasions.

On this day, in a city at the foot of a mountain, morning smoke rose gently as the residents enjoyed a rare morning free from the Black Beast invasion, a scene of peace.

People looking human in appearance but with arms long enough to drag on the ground, the Long-Armed Clan lived indifferent to the world.

The void suddenly tore open, and a swordsman clad in black armor, carrying a greatsword, silently descended.

“What a beautiful day, but unfortunately, all beautiful things are destined to perish.”

The black-armored swordsman drew his greatsword and without hesitation slashed toward the city, the terrifying sword light tearing through the heavens and earth, splitting the city in two. Numerous Long-Armed Clan members died under the sword light.

“What invader dares disturb my Ika World!”

An eighth-level aura surged skyward, and a hand seemingly traversed the void, reaching to grasp the black-armored swordsman.

The black-armored swordsman sneered:

“Why should I, the Dusk Palace Master, explain my actions to you? From the day I was born, I was here to announce the advent of dusk to weaklings like you.”

The black-armored swordsman leaped into the air, disappearing into the void, while the hand that crossed over ended up grasping nothing.

The highest peak of Ika World.

A bald elder sat cross-legged within a temple-like structure, his long arms wrapped around the mountain, their length immeasurable.

“Dusk Palace Master? What is his background? Is he a demon from the Demon Realm?”