My Pet Beast is Super Fearsome-Chapter 747 - 114: Liberation (Two in One)

Sigvald Kantli’s breath became slightly heavier, and his eight azure eyes narrowed, "Duke Shao Zifeng, that joke wasn’t very funny. I’ve only just arrived here, my wounds haven’t even healed—how could thousands of years have passed?"

Feeling the displeasure in its speech, Qiuqiu and Lingling became alert, quietly shifting their positions to shield Shao Zifeng behind them.

"Hahahaha." Seeing their reaction, Sigvald Kantli suddenly let out a hearty laugh, "There’s no need to be tense, my friends. A proper joke can enhance the relationship between nobles. I assume Duke Shao Zifeng said that to prevent me from being overwhelmed by pain."

Looking at the dragon before him, self-proclaimed as noble, Shao Zifeng’s heart softened a bit.

Thousands of years after the cut-off of Elemental Energy, on the brink of death, it must have felt unbearable sorrow, which is why it recorded its own story in mural form.

But now, thousands of years have gone by, and it can’t remember that it has already died, only wandering in the dark underground, waiting for its wounds to heal before returning to the Kanteli City State.

Seeing Shao Zifeng’s serious expression, Sigvald Kantli’s laughter gradually faded, his eyes filling with displeasure, "Duke Shao Zifeng, out of regard for your noble dignity, I have stepped down. If you press on like this, our meeting will severely damage our moods."

Shao Zifeng shook his head, looking straight into Sigvald Kantli’s eyes, "I’m not joking. Those raiders known as the Source Messengers cut off the world’s Elemental Energy thousands of years ago, and now the entire Kestoy Continent is covered with thick ice."

"And the era in which you existed has long since become epic legend, told across the icy plains, only no one remembers the Sidmondk Kingdom, Kanteli City State, or you... "

"Sky King Sigvald Kantli the Third!"

"Impudence!!"

Boom!

A fierce gust of wind burst from Sigvald Kantli, lifting the Gold Coins on the ground, which fell back down with a tinkling sound like raindrops.

The furious Sigvald Kantli stood up from the ground, his body once again hidden in darkness, with only the vague outline of his massive form discernible.

In the dark, eight eyes containing the fury of the storm shimmered with ghostly light, looking down on Shao Zifeng from a lofty vantage point. His deep voice echoed in the chamber, "Duke of the Crape Myrtle Flowers, I have treated you with courtesy, and yet you continue to insult me over and over. The great Sky King will not be defiled!"

A piercing wind howled out of the darkness, rattling the clothes on Shao Zifeng, pushing him back step by step.

"Roar!"

Qiuqiu’s golden-red pupils flared with flames, and the golden symbol on its forehead flashed dimly and brightly with golden light. Crimson flames emerged from the gaps in its Scale Armor, dispelling great swathes of darkness.

Qiuqiu shielded Shao Zifeng beneath it, letting out a threatening roar.

"Hmph!"

"Young fire dragon, even if you possess the bloodline of a high-ranking Dragon Clan, you are nothing before the great Sky King!"

"Let me teach you what a true high-ranking dragon is."

Sigvald Kantli’s blue-and-white mane whipped wildly in the wind, his belly swelled slightly, emitting a low rumble like thunder, and knife-like elemental particles overflowed from the corner of his mouth, leaving trails on the walls.

"Roar!"

Different from Qiuqiu’s long and piercing roar, the Breath imbued with the aura of destruction produced a sharp high-pitched vibration when it touched the air, blasting toward Qiuqiu below.

At that moment, a gleaming Cross-Star light shielded Qiuqiu from the front, and the tall figure of Lingling emerged from the light.

Facing the violent Wind Dragon Flame, Lingling’s lips curled into a slight smile as it slowly raised a hand, slender fingers twinkling with starlight, its long hair flowing like a river of stars in the wind.

"Gap of the Starry Sky!"

Hum!

In front of Lingling, the void twisted, countless stars coming together, tearing open a rift that completely Devoured the fearsome blast of the Wind Dragon Flame.

The fierce gale gradually weakened under the devouring of the Gap of the Starry Sky, until finally, the space regained complete tranquility.

Lingling’s long hair hung down, as the Gap of the Starry Sky turned into a cross of starlight and vanished into the void, her eyes filled with the glow of stars as she looked toward Sigvald who was hidden in the darkness, "Sigvald Kantli, although you are esteemed as a Duke, I will not allow you to harm my dear Duke."

Qiuqiu stepped forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with Lingling.

It glanced at Lingling, its nostrils spouting two fiery breaths as if displeased that it was being upstaged.

Sigvald eyed Qiuqiu with wary eyes. As a being of a higher tier, it obviously did not fear them, but that was under the premise that it was not injured.

The attack just now had nearly drained all its strength, to the point where even standing was becoming difficult.

"Qiuqiu, Lingling, step aside," Shao Zifeng’s voice suddenly came from behind: "Let me speak with it."

Lingling and Qiuqiu exchanged a glance, then slowly made way for him.

Watching Shao Zifeng’s figure, Sigvald took the opportunity to retreat, it grunted heavily, "At this point, what’s there to talk about? Even if you tell me now it was all a joke, I wouldn’t..."

"Sigvald Kantli," Shao Zifeng interrupted, "If you don’t believe me, you can look at the wall you’ve just destroyed."

Upon hearing this, Sigvald narrowed its eyes and turned its massive head toward the wall, and then its body stiffened in place.

The wall, covered in slashes from the Wind Blades, showed scars that were slowly disappearing, as if someone was erasing them.

"Do you see it?" Shao Zifeng spoke in an even tone: "No matter how powerful your attack is, no matter how severe the destruction it causes, it will eventually be restored over time, and if I am not mistaken, that includes your memories, and ours."

"Because before your death, your memory did not include a destroyed wall, and certainly not us."

"What nonsense are you spouting!" Sigvald angrily interrupted him: "I’ve only just arrived here, how could I..."

Shao Zifeng sighed, "Qiuqiu."

Qiuqiu nodded, the corners of its mouth bursting flames, the blinding firelight instantly dispelling the darkness.

In the flickering firelight, rough murals revealed themselves to Sigvald.

"These murals are ones you carved with your own hands before your death, I think... you should recognize them, right?"

The storm in Sigvald’s eight eyes slowly abated as it stared blankly at the mural on the wall.

Suddenly, its vision blurred, and strange yet familiar images emerged before its eyes.

In the endless darkness, a rotting giant dragon curled up in a pile of Gold Coins, its gruesome wounds oozing pus that dripped onto the coins, its three withered wings hanging powerless.

With great effort, it lifted its shriveled claw, etching onto the wall with trembling strokes, creating a piercing scratching sound.

Lingling secretly tugged on Shao Zifeng’s sleeve, "My Lord Duke, look."

Shao Zifeng followed the sound with his gaze.

In his line of sight, the hair on Sigvald’s face gradually lost its luster as its eight azure eyes visibly clouded over, its body visibly hunched, emanating waves of foul odor, a far cry from the awe-inspiring Sky King of just moments ago.

Thud!

Sigvald collapsed on the ground, its hollow gaze devoid of any sparkle.

"Finally, am I to experience death once more?"

"Why would I say ’once more’?"

"It really... hurts so much."

Sigvald’s breath grew weaker and weaker, and Shao Zifeng spoke, "Now, do you believe it?"

Upon hearing Shao Zifeng’s voice, a glimmer of light appeared in Sigvald’s eyes, and it looked at Shao Zifeng with confusion, "Who are you?"

Shao Zifeng shook his head, knowing that Sigvald had restored his memory from right before death.

If uninterfered, according to its memory process, Sigvald would slowly wait for death, then the memory would reset back to when it was first injured, thus cycling through over and over again, enduring the pains and despair of death each time.

It was for this reason that Shao Zifeng chose to tell it the truth.

Shao Zifeng stepped towards Sigvald. Lingling gently grabbed his arm, "My lord Duke..."

Shao Zifeng patted its hand and said softly, "It’s alright, it can’t hurt me."

Watching Shao Zifeng approaching, Sigvald struggled to rise, its weak threat carrying little force, "Human... stop your steps... otherwise you shall bear Sig..."

"You mean I shall bear the wrath of His Grace, Duke Sigvald Kantli the Third?"

Sigvald was startled, hesitantly asking, "Who are you... how do you know my title?"

Standing in front of Sigvald, Shao Zifeng looked up at its withered head, the blue-white fur lackluster as dead grass, even its breath carrying a faint stench of decay, like an old man nearing death.

"Duke Cantley, please allow me to introduce myself."

Shao Zifeng looked back at Lingling, the little one’s eyes shining brightly, clutching her little fists, casting him an encouraging glance.

Qiuqiu, too, looked at him with a face full of expectation.

Shao Zifeng, swallowing his embarrassment, said, "I am the Duke of the Rose, Shao Zifeng... the First."

"Duke of the Rose..."

In Sigvald’s eyes burst forth a brilliant light. It propped up its body with difficulty, using its withered claws to arrange the scant fur on its face, lifting its head slightly to maintain a semblance of its noble demeanor.

"Respected... Duke Shao... Duke Shao Zifeng, I apologize for making your acquaintance in such an un... undignified manner. I am the Sky King, the Guardian of the Sidmondk Kingdom, the Grand Duke of the Canteli City State, Sigvald Kantli the Third."

Shao Zifeng patiently listened to its introduction as the titles perhaps carried the last remnants of its pride as a member of the Dragon Clan.

At least, there was no hesitation as it spoke these titles.

After its self-introduction, Sigvald could no longer bear the weight of its head, and it drooped down again.

It looked at Shao Zifeng, its voice tinged with bitterness, "Duke Shao Zifeng, my life will not last much longer. As a noble, please grant me my final dignity."

Shao Zifeng gazed at it with tender eyes, "Actually, we just met not long ago."

Sigvald repeated confusedly, "Not long... ago?"

Shao Zifeng raised his hand and placed it on its beak-like nose, then he closed his eyes, "Don’t resist, I will share with you all that I know."

Hum!

Gargantuan spiritual power surged into Sigvald’s mind; scenes of what had happened before flashed before its eyes like a slideshow.

A breeze that appeared out of nowhere brushed against Sigvald’s mane. Within its eight eyes, a storm was reborn, and its body began to tremble lightly.

After a moment, Shao Zifeng let his hand fall, looking exhausted, and he slowly retreated.

He had done all he could, and now he could only wait quietly for the outcome.

Sigvald was surrounded by increasingly strong and violent currents of air, as though a new storm was about to be born.

Whoosh whoosh—

The howling winds weaved through the darkness, gathering into a semi-circular sphere of wind that enveloped Sigvald.

Suddenly, eight cyan eyes, heavy with the storm’s power, lit up.

"Roar!"

Boom!

The wind sphere burst open, scattering the Gold Coins on the ground all around, clinking as they hit the ground.

Listening to the clink of the coins, Lingling’s DNA seemed to stir, and it stealthily hooked its fingers, several glimmers of starlight lifting the Gold Coins into its hands.

Feeling the satisfying heaviness, Lingling blissfully narrowed its eyes.

Suddenly, Qiuqiu gave it a strange look.

Lingling quickly adjusted its expression, adopting the demure facade of a fairy untouched by worldly matters.

Shao Zifeng did not notice their small actions, his gaze expectantly toward Sigvald.

Swoosh!

Six luminous and translucent wings unfolded from within the blurry vortex, and Sigvald’s deep voice resonated within his heart, "Thank you, my dear friend, for helping me find myself again."

Shao Zifeng opened his mouth, about to speak, but Sigvald interrupted him.

"Please listen to me first, as I don’t have much time left."

"As you see, I perished thousands of years ago. What remains of me now is nothing but a spiritual obsession."

"To express my gratitude, please, Duke, you must accept these treasures. They should be more than enough to add a majestic castle to your city-state, and of course... naming it after me would be splendid, haha."

"Furthermore, please accept this." As his words fell, a sparkling gemstone fell from the vortex, gently floating into Shao Zifeng’s hands. "My friend, I hope this can be of aid to you, and you must watch out for those who call themselves the Source Messengers..."

Sigvald’s voice had not yet faded away when his six pairs of glowing, transparent wings slowly disintegrated into elemental particles, eventually vanishing into thin air.

Shao Zifeng felt disoriented, as if the scenery before his eyes was shattering like glass, leaving him in a state between reality and illusion.

Boom!

The tremor from beneath woke Shao Zifeng from his trance. He hastily turned around, only to see Qiuqiu lying on the ground, listless, casting a pitiful glance his way.

Shao Zifeng quickly went over and picked up the diminished Qiuqiu, checking and finding it was due to depletion of its fire Elemental Energy before he could breathe a sigh of relief.

Shao Zifeng stroked Qiuqiu’s little head, "Let’s go back first."

"Meow~"

Qiuqiu reluctantly rubbed against his palm before diving into the pet space.

After Qiuqiu’s departure, only Lingling stayed by his side. The little creature seemed lost in thought, its large eyes flickering uncertainly.

Just as Shao Zifeng was about to speak, he felt a significant weight in his hand. Looking down, he saw a Crystal Stone, filled with the power of the storm, quietly lying in the palm of his hand.

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