Chapter 394 392-Civil War
Chapter 394 392-Civil War
Beside the High Priest, Lana’s eyes flashed fiercely, speaking disdainfully:
“High Priest, power has always been a game of life and death. You should know this better than anyone.”
The High Priest shook his head slightly: “It shouldn’t be like this.”
Lana snorted coldly: “Give the order then. Both Daphne and I are ready to fight.”
She had seen her own brother kill those who threatened him; now, such tribal strife seemed trivial to her.
Daphne, having come a long way, had transformed from pure innocence to someone seasoned and knowledgeable.
She understood that once war started, it could only end in battle.
“Right, let us fight alongside your people, High Priest.”
The High Priest appeared even more distressed, slowly saying:
“I promised Ethan to ensure your safety. You cannot join the battle. Besides, if our people see that I have allowed outsiders to join our internal strife, they will think I have no one by my side.”
Footsteps approached from afar, with more Shadow Clan members retreating back to the High Priest’s side.
Dart, covered in blood, walked over with small steps:
“Your time is over, High Priest.”
The High Priest looked at Dart, bloodied from head to toe, his eyes filled with deep sorrow:
“The blood on you is that of our own people!”
“No, those who follow you were never warriors of the Shadow Clan. Our Shadow Clan warriors never cower beside the High Priest. They are but a group of outsiders who have discarded their dignity and happen to possess the Shadow Clan Bloodline. They were never our own.”
“True warriors of the Shadow Clan always thirst for battle, for the heroism in bloodshed.”
The faces of Dart’s rebel army were filled with fanatical flames, their eyes flickering with determination, as if they could ignite the dark night sky.
Their lips curled into a sinister smile, showing disdain and challenge towards the High Priest and the Shadow Clan members by his side.
Their cheeks were etched with the marks of battle, scarred and weathered, yet showing no signs of retreat.
Their skin, roughened and hardened by the wind, as if scorched by fierce flames, emanated an aura of unyielding resilience.
The rebels’ faces radiated with fervent passion, their gaze revealing a longing for victory and a yearning for freedom.
Undoubtedly, this group was comprised of true warriors.
Dart’s ability to gather such a force was indeed reasonable.
Within the Shadow Clan, many had long been unable to endure the High Priest’s conservative policies.
Suddenly, Dart swung his longsword, sending a wave of dark energy shooting out from the blade, piercing the sky.
His voice echoed throughout the territory: “People of the Shadow Clan, now is the time for us to reclaim our power!”
As his words fell, all the Shadow Clan members raised their weapons, emanating powerful dark energy from their bodies.
Their figures moved swiftly through the night like phantoms, launching a fierce attack on the High Priest.
Seeing this, the High Priest raised the Dark Dominator high, creating a powerful protective barrier that instantly enveloped and safeguarded those around him.
However, this could not deter the determination of the rebels.
They attacked the protective barrier with all their might, each impact causing ripples of energy.
Dart stood at the forefront, his eyes filled with resoluteness.
He swung his longsword, each attack leaving a deep mark on the protective barrier.
The High Priest struggled to resist the enemy’s onslaught, his body soaked in sweat, veins on his forehead bulging, revealing his inner determination and resolve.
He clenched his teeth, his muscles tensed as if bearing the weight of the world.
His fingers trembled slightly, but he still gripped the staff tightly, unwilling to give up.
The High Priest’s body began to tremble, his breathing becoming rapid and labored.
He knew he was nearing his limit.
Lana and Daphne stood by anxiously:
“High Priest, let us help.”
The High Priest hardly had a moment to speak, shaking his head slightly, laboriously withstanding the rebels’ attacks.
After a fierce battle, the battlefield was shrouded in smoke and the stench of blood.
Warriors on both sides were exhausted and covered in wounds, yet they stood firmly on the battlefield, refusing to retreat.
Suddenly, Dart stood still, determination flashing in his eyes.
“You old dog, let’s see how long you can last!”
“Fellow soldiers, follow my lead and charge, freedom belongs to us!”
He gripped his weapon tightly, gathering all his strength.
He took heavy steps towards the protective barrier.
Each of his steps carried immense power, as if capable of shaking the very earth.
Behind him, other warriors followed suit, letting out thunderous war cries.
As Dart neared the protective barrier, he suddenly halted his steps.
He took a deep breath, and the power within his body erupted instantaneously.
The weapon in his hand emitted a dazzling light, like a meteor streaking across the night sky.
He swung his weapon fiercely, unleashing a powerful wave of energy that burst forth, heading straight for the protective barrier.
The speed of the energy wave was incredibly fast, almost impossible to track.
When the energy wave collided with the barrier, the entire battlefield seemed to shudder.
The protective barrier began to tremble, its light dimming and losing its luster.
Dart and the other warriors watched the barrier anxiously, anticipating its collapse.
The High Priest’s body was thrown backward as if struck by an immense force, arcing through the air. Blood spurted from his mouth, staining the surrounding air red.
His body crashed heavily onto the ground, creating a dull, thunderous sound.
Dust billowed up, obscuring his figure.
Moments later, when he reappeared before everyone, he was in a gravely injured state.
The High Priest’s body was curled up; his clothes were torn to shreds, revealing the scars on his body.
His skin was pale as paper, covered in bruises and contusions.
Blood continuously flowed from his wounds, forming a pool around him.
His breathing was rapid and labored, each breath accompanied by intense pain.
His chest heaved uncontrollably, as if it might stop at any moment.
The High Priest’s eyes were tightly shut, his forehead covered in sweat.
His face was contorted with pain, reflecting the agony and struggle within.
The wounds in his heart were more numerous and painful than those on his body.
The Dark Dominator he had been holding had also fallen to the ground.
Members of the Shadow Clan rushed to the High Priest’s side.
Dart followed, and one of the Shadow Clan members roared at him:
“When you were a child, the High Priest held you in his arms, and now you treat him like this.”
The man charged towards Dart.
Dart, expressionless, plunged his black sword into the man’s chest.
The blood that spurted out splattered on his face, making him look even more ferocious and terrifying.
“Old fool, hand over the Dark Dominator!”
He couldn’t suppress his excitement, trembling as he extended his hand in front of the High Priest.
Dart’s obsession and fervor for the Dark Dominator were like a burning flame, raging in his heart.
He was consumed with desire for the power of darkness, yearning for the endless strength and supreme dominion that the Dark Dominator possessed.
Now that he was about to seize the Dark Dominator, Dart’s excitement intensified:
“Hurry up, you old wretch.”
“You ingrate, to think the High Priest even considered making you a priest of our clan.”
Sherry’s delicate voice came from afar, and in the next second,
She appeared right in front of Dart.
Dart, disregarding everything else, hastily reached out to grab the Dark Dominator.
But Sherry was faster, unleashing a wave of energy towards Dart.
Dart could only dodge, leaping aside.
Sherry landed beside the High Priest, helping him up and feeding him the Emerald Spring.
However, the Emerald Spring flowed out of the High Priest’s body, like water from a punctured bag, uncontrollably gushing out from the holes.
Ethan, observing from the periphery, sighed softly:
“The High Priest’s body is completely dead, unable to absorb energy, he can’t survive anymore.”
Sherry, looking at the High Priest in this state, had tears in her red eyes:
“High Priest…”
The High Priest’s face was pale, but he managed a smile looking at Sherry:
“Don’t cry, I was meant to die anyway… Now that you’re back, I can rest easy.”
As he spoke, the High Priest’s cheeks surprisingly gained a bit of color, and with some unknown strength surging in his body, he said loudly:
“The next High Priest of our Shadow Clan will be Sherry.”
Dart screamed in rage, shouting loudly:
“You old fool, have you gone mad? Sherry is just an outsider with the Shadow Bloodline, she’s not one of our Shadow Clan.”
“She doesn’t deserve to be the High Priest of our Shadow Clan!!!”
The High Priest didn’t spare Dart a glance.
Fury boiling in his heart, Dart’s black sword shimmered as he once again invoked a forbidden art.
His body transformed into a bolt of black lightning and shot forward.
Nobody anticipated that Dart would resort to such a treacherous move!
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