Chapter 1310: Angel's Finger Bone

It seems that even if the old corpse remembered the fact that the whole family was killed by the demon, it couldn't get rid of the influence of the relic.

"You persisted in remembering these things in order to save the whole family?"

"Also for revenge."

In the turbid yellow eyes, what was revealed was an emotion that seemed to be able to burn everything:

"There will always be someone who will stop Stone Osenfurt; there is no guy in this world without enemies. I know we can't do it, even if we all have power now, we can't. But I also know that someone will come to look for that treasure and then drive it out of our world. For this, even if I endure another hundred years of torture, it is worth it."

Although ordinary people's emotions cannot create real miracles in this real world, at least they all did what they could do.

"That item, where is it now?"

Xia De inquired, the old corpse shook its head:

"Defeat me, defeat me in any way, prove that you can do it, and I will give it to you."

"Actually, I know, it's highly likely to be on your youngest daughter... Okay, I will prove it."

The old corpse jumped through the broken glass and jumped from the third-floor window into the courtyard in the black night with heavy snow. Xia De first collected the family photo frame on the bedside table, then carried his suitcase to the window, and then the red butterfly swarm like a stream of light flew into the black night.

Those red butterflies carried the suitcase and re-gathered into Xia De's body in the snow-covered snowfield. The last red butterfly, reluctant to part, disappeared on Xia De's left shoulder.

At this time, the old corpse had let go of that ghost dog. The corpse crawled on the ground, pitch-black demon runes rushed from its mouth to its whole body, black flames with the smell of sulfur rose from its four arms and two feet, the whispering elements of the manor gathered toward it, and the earth under its feet gathered the endless curse power onto its body.

As the last master of this manor, theoretically speaking, old Watson was indeed the strongest individual here.

"I will bestow upon you the destined death."

Xia De kissed the circular emblem on his chest, then threw the suitcase on the ground and took out the most important item inside, which was the copper long sword that was almost as long as the box.

The long sword was attached with the effect of "Undead Slash," a spell that could cause damage to undead and undead creatures, and there was a simple gear mechanism on the hilt, which could allow the long sword to spray various potions stored in advance.

This sword was customized at Old John's place and then enchanted by Priest Ao Gu Si. Although it was not the most expensive item in the suitcase, it was definitely the most powerful.

Holding the long sword in the heavy snow and looking at the crawling monster opposite, white smoke sprayed from Xia De's nostrils. After a large snowflake drifted past his eyes, blocking his vision and then drifting away, the corpse on the snow was gone.

The long sword attached with faint moon marks pulled out streamers and slashed forward. The monster's roar and Xia De's figure were all covered in this heavy snow.

The waving long sword left colors under the night sky, and the flying snowflakes covered all the wounds. Exquisite swordsmanship, weapons that completely restrained the opponent, and monsters without the heart to kill made this battle have no suspense at all.

For a long time, with the sound of calling "Moonlight" loudly in the snow, the silver light marks that pierced through this illusionary snowy night seemed to pierce through the entire night sky.

Xia De, panting, put the sword away and put it back in the box. He picked up the suitcase, brushed the snow off his shoulders, and looked at the old corpse in front of him. All six of its limbs were cut off, and its heart was nailed by a silver nail, wailing in pain in the snow.

Xia De didn't care about it, but turned and returned to the mansion. Before long, Hela Osenfurt's brother with a rat tail, the ghost-state old Watson's wife, and the ogre covered in pink fat were all "moved" out by Xia De.

A family of five gathered in the snow, and Xia De asked in a deep voice: "You can let your youngest daughter come out."

As soon as the words fell, the spirit banshee covering her face floated down from the roof of the mansion. She floated past Xia De and threw herself into her mother's arms to continue sobbing. And the spirit of the woman who was unable to move at this moment actually trembled with both arms and really hugged the girl.

Seeing this, Xia De also took back the pitch-black candle that made the spirit body fall asleep.

"Demons, earth, and relics. To make you truly die, we must clear these three powers in order. First is the Keeper-level relic 【Noble House】."

Xia De took out the photo frame he had just taken from the bedside table, and then asked old Watson:

"If you really like that ghost dog so much, even carrying it with you after death, then why didn't you hold it together for a photo in the recent family photo?"

Actually, Xia De wasn't sure about this point, but guessing didn't cost money.

But this time his luck was quite good. The ghost dog that was circling old Watson's feet in the snow turned to look at Xia De, and a man's voice came from its mouth:

"I am very curious, what is the relationship between your ancestors and that Witch Emperor who ruled the Weiton area? My particularity confirmed that you are indeed the most important person to that Majesty."

The ghost dog looked up at Xia De:

"If I didn't know that Emperors wouldn't have offspring, I would even suspect that you are a descendant of Empress Violet."

Xia De smiled and shook his head:

"Crossing the curtain of time, traversing the long river of years. I am here, she is there, we are both missing each other, this longing can even cross long eras... that's probably it."

While speaking, he recalled the golden-haired, high-spirited witch, but didn't know when the next meeting would be.

"Is that so... probably understand, you indeed have the style and elegance of a great noble of the Fifth Era. Very happy to be able to host you as a guest. May the great councilors and Witch Emperors be able to protect their people forever."

The ghost dog said, and also kindly reminded:

"However, your opponent is an evil spirit demon of the Third Era. If you want to defeat it, just relying on the things in your box is not enough. I recommend you to look for Empress Violet's weapon, a precious sword also inherited from the Third Era."

"Thank you."

Xia De said with a smile, and the ghost dog also nodded, turned a circle on the snow, and disappeared.

The whispering elements were gradually receding, but the night did not fade, and the old mansion standing in the snow behind him was still the same. Only the five monsters in front of him realized what had happened after a trance.

"Then it is the curse of the Mad Earth. However, before casting the spell, I need to get the treasure here."

Xia De reached out to the sobbing girl. She turned her back to Xia De, moved her face from behind her hands, and the old woman reached out to take a box from her hand and handed it to Xia De.

This box was neither metal nor wood. The withered yellow color was actually a rare bone product. And after touching the box

This box was neither metal nor wood; the withered yellow color was actually a rare bone product. And after coming into contact with the box, Xia De actually felt the pendant on his neck suddenly vibrate.

This did not mean he had encountered a witch; the approach of a witch's power would only make the badge heat up. Xia De keenly felt that it was the bone-white edge of the badge that was constantly vibrating.

"My little daughter isn't being rude; her face was ruined when Osenfort pressed it into boiling water. She doesn't want to see anyone anymore."

The old ghoul lying in the snow said in a hoarse voice. Xia De nodded, frowned, opened the flat bone box, and then revealed an "I see" expression in the snow:

"You really found the right thing. This can indeed deal with Stone Osenfort's immortality and can also suppress the thing behind Osenfort to a certain extent. Unfortunately, it's not enough."

Lying in the box were, surprisingly, two slender finger bones. The familiar power and the vibration of the badge on his chest were both telling Xia De what this was.

This was a part of the body of the primordial angel, the 【Angel of Death】, and this power was sufficient to deal with most forms of immortality. Now, Xia De understood why the stone mirror demon, Gede, knew this thing was in the manor but still hadn't taken it away.

This power was ancient enough, but unfortunately, if it were only two finger bones, it wasn't powerful enough. Leaving it in place to be used in the future to restrain Stone Osenfort

was, of course, better than the demon risking contact itself. And not wanting the evil god's followers to take it away was because he was worried that the evil god's followers, relying on the guidance of their deity, would know how to use this thing to deal with it.

"What a pleasant surprise."

Xia De muttered to himself and asked the old ghoul:

"Where did this come from?"

"A business partner introduced a group of tomb raiders from out of town, and they sold this to me. They said this was the best amulet when tomb raiding."

This description was quite accurate.

"Where did those tomb raiders get these 'amulets'?"

"The City of Glass, Michaela Furnace City. I don't know the specific location, I just know they came from that city."

"A border city between Delarion and Karsinrick?"

Xia De nodded, noted down this clue, and then cautiously tucked the bone box into the inside pocket of his overcoat:

"Next is to expel the madness of the earth. You all stand here; no matter what happens, do not move."

With his left hand pinching the soil and his right hand holding the petals, the earth rune stone obtained from the 【Plague Merchant】 was tied to his wrist. Following Xia De's invocation, the earthen holy grail, shimmering with miraculous spiritual light, slowly took shape beneath his hands. At this moment, the dark night was pierced by a blinding sunlight, shining upon Xia De's body, making him look as if he were glowing in the snowy night.

The holy grail sank beneath the snow layer and the soil. As the gushing spiritual energy spread to every part of the manor, the night color was slowly dispelled from above his head by the sunlight of Monday afternoon. And as the sunlight gradually enveloped the snow-covered courtyard, the nearly real environment created by the earth's memory and the relic's power gradually faded away.

The large tree in the courtyard collapsed, leaving only withered trunks covered by snow. Withered, dry grass stretched from beneath the snow toward the sky, swaying in the wind amidst the snow. The neat iron fence seemed to have been instantly ravaged by the power of time; it was originally only dilapidated, but now looking at it, even the part on the east side had completely collapsed.

Withered vines crawled all over the walls. The seat of the swing in the courtyard lay beneath the snow, and the ropes had long since lost their traces. Dried black bloodstains changed the color of the entire mansion's door. Behind the glass that disappeared one by one, inside the windows were piles of corpse remains and a ruined indoor landscape.

The oil paintings faded; time had never disappeared, it had only been covered up. Everything returned to normal, and the story of the Wosente Manor finally reached its end.