Chapter190

Sindri was indeed ranked seventh on the continent's Heaven List and third on the Assassins' List, but that was only because he had never encountered anyone ranked higher.

Besides, once a lunatic snapped, even the gods might have to step aside.

Jonty still underestimated how mad a rabid dog could become when someone touched his reverse scale.

In less than half a cup of tea's time, three hundred strong men, including himself, had already been mostly disabled.

Jonty used his weapon to support himself and stared at the blood-covered Sindri. One hand guarded his rounded belly, and the other gently played with a delicate dagger as he walked toward him through the field of corpses.

"You… why… the master won't let you go…"

Sindri walked up to Jonty, with his surging inner force condensing into a blade at his fingertips. He easily slashed through Jonty's chest armor and retrieved the vial of blood Jonty had hidden deep inside his clothing.

Sindri hugged the vial tightly and took a deep sniff.

It was his sister's blood…

How could these people deserve to possess her blood?

He gazed at the deep red liquid in the vial with infatuated obsession. Then, under Jonty's shocked gaze, he drank the entire contents in one gulp.

Sindri's stunning face showed a deeply satisfied and twisted expression. Even Jonty felt a chill run down his spine.

It was his sister's blood… now inside him again…

Jonty stared at his expression, which looked as if he had inhaled some kind of powerful hallucinogen. Suddenly, he understood what Sindri was trying to do, and his hoarse voice trembled.

"You… cough cough… you can't stay by her side any longer. The Phoenix Oath has already been made. You belong to the master now. She won't allow anyone to break the oath and ruin the Phoenix Order… You can't possibly remain with her…"

But Sindri, after finishing the entire vial of blood, didn't even want to discard the blood-stained container. Holding it tightly in front of him, he gently flicked his wrist holding the dagger.

Before Jonty could react, he saw his own left hand fly into the air. The severed wrist was cleanly sliced, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

"If I can't stay with my sister because I belong to her, then that's easy to fix. I'll just stop being hers. Hmm… you made her injure her left wrist earlier, so let your left hand pay the price."

Jonty heard his deranged words but had no time to feel the intense pain from his severed wrist. He just stared at Sindri in disbelief.

"You want to betray the master?!"

"That's impossible! To betray her means death!"

But the man in front of him, now more radiant and beautiful with blood on his skin, gently stroked his pregnant belly and smiled like a gorgeous lunatic.

"Who said betraying her means death?"

"Only trash dies from something like that."

Ten minutes later,

this once quiet and remote forest had no one left standing.

Jonty, with both arms and legs severed, lay covered in blood on the ground.

That demon, who single-handedly massacred them all, had already vanished with the blood-stained vial.

Jonty's half-open eyes were dimming quickly.

Just before his weakening breath faded completely, a jet-black snake suddenly slithered out from the dense forest and quickly burrowed into his chest, retrieving a thumb-sized vial of blood.

"Go… take it back to the master…"

Fortunately, the moment he got the vial, he instinctively set aside a small portion as backup.

That rabid dog really had started breaking free and biting his master.

Betraying the sect leader… even if he didn't die, he would become the primary target of every force under the master's command.

But Jonty could no longer witness that.

He closed his eyes for good.

Elsewhere.

Sindri, drenched in blood, had chased after Elara for two mountains before suddenly stopping under a large tree. Clutching his abruptly cramping belly, his pale face carried an eerie, obsessed tenderness.

Jonty wasn't wrong. After getting pregnant, his strength had indeed dropped sharply, now less than thirty percent of what it used to be.

But even so, he didn't mind.

The intense pain in his belly didn't bring him suffering. It brought overwhelming joy.

For the first time, he felt clearly that the child in his womb was the product of him and his sister.

All the strength and inner force in his body were being absorbed by the fetus in large quantities. He became increasingly weak, barely able to stand.

Yet the affectionate smile on his face only deepened. His hand, gently caressing his belly, grew more tender.

"Baby, do you miss sister as much as I do? It's my fault… I'll take you to her right away, confess everything, and beg her for forgiveness…"

Somehow, the fetus in his belly moved slightly in response to his touch, as if it understood.

Then, that piercing pain was suddenly replaced by a wave of overwhelming gentleness. The constant draining of his strength stopped, and that warmth began nurturing the fetus instead. It even started healing his weakened body and made his belly grow noticeably larger right before his eyes.

"It's sister's blood…"

The blood he just drank had become a protective thread between him and the fetus. Not only did it help him survive the backlash from overusing his inner force, but it also allowed the fetus to grow.

The special seed-type pregnancy was never like a normal one.

As long as it received enough blood and flesh from the original source, it could mature quickly without taking more power from the father's body.

Sindri had returned to his adult male form, but his now noticeably round belly still stood out against his tall and slender figure.

From a distance, he looked like a man about six or seven months pregnant with a single child.

He looked down and gently stroked his belly. Only after the fetus settled down completely did he lean against the tree and shakily rise to his feet.

Sindri's hand on his pregnant belly suddenly tightened, until the baby inside kicked in displeasure. Only then did he come back to his senses and slowly loosen his grip.

His blood-red eyes stared fixedly at the gentle man who stood on top of the giant tree, looking spotless.

The two of them silently faced each other for almost half a cup of tea's time. Then Sindri slowly withdrew his gaze and sneered quietly.

"Scholar Fu, end your ties and leave my sister alone quickly. When I come back after my sister gives birth, if I still see you by her side, I will kill you... and anyone with you."