Chapter 390 351: Contention of Paths! (Part 2)

Earth Ring: Evaporating Wind.

Known as the Ash-Burning Tyrant, Nelom's strength was far beyond what the other two could compare to!

Wielding three completely different Earth Rings was the best proof of his strength! An ordinary Earth Knight would be no match for him.

Unfortunately, the person he encountered was Reinhardt.

Facing the haymaker and the powerful assault of the Earth Ring, the dark purple living matter of the Extraordinary Armament·Morphic Armor instantly covered his Power Armor and exposed face.

This time, Reinhardt no longer held back.

He activated his Fourth Earth Ring: Time Sand Flowing.

Empowered by the Combat Skill·Humiliate People's Power, his right fist erupted with a terrifying fluctuation of Mighty Power.

And in Nelom's vision, what he saw was Reinhardt suddenly disappearing, and when he reappeared, a Cannon Fist wreathed in annihilating Mighty Power was already blasting toward his abdomen!

Seeing this, Nelom's eyes widened in utter disbelief and horror.

He couldn't fathom that Reinhardt actually possessed an Earth Ring Power he had never seen before!

'This damn bastard...'

The next moment, Humiliate People's Power slammed into his abdomen. The Power Armor on the left side of Nelom's waist instantly shattered under the force of an attack powerful enough to kill an Elite Slaughter Demon in one punch!

Even his Ashen Battle Armor was torn open by this terrifying force!

This was a sign of a direct failure in a clash of Knight Power.

Even the flesh and blood of his right flank exploded upon contact with the force of Humiliate People's Power, turning into a great cloud of blood mist that splattered in every direction across the corridor!

Even though Reinhardt's punch wasn't a fatal blow, Nelom's spine and internal organs were still affected. His mind went blank, and he instantly lost all feeling in his lower body.

Because his flesh had been vaporized, he surprisingly remained standing on the spot.

He just stared wide-eyed, unable to believe the sight of his missing right flank, the gaping wound revealing his internal organs.

At the same time, in his field of vision, Reinhardt's left fist, wreathed in terrifying Knight Power, suddenly appeared reflected in his pupils, stopping just as it touched the tip of his nose.

Having suffered such a grievous injury, Nelom could no longer support himself. He staggered back two steps before collapsing completely to the ground.

A large pool of blood flowed from the wound, staining the ground red.

Although the Ashen Battle Armor's Special Ability began its slow repair, the direct damage Knight Power inflicted on flesh and blood was far beyond that of any conventional weapon.

The annihilating Mighty Power lingering in Nelom's wound constantly hindered the Ashen Battle Armor's restorative power.

His final, desperate strike had failed to kill Reinhardt. Lying paralyzed on the ground, blood constantly welling up from his mouth, Nelom stared at the man standing before him.

After a long moment, his expression filled with rage, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Why... why don't you kill me? Isn't the humiliation you've put me through... enough?!"

Finally, Reinhardt, who had been silent all this time, looked down at him and confronted him directly. "You wanted to kill me and Sedon. Your reason?"

Hearing this, Nelom laughed.

He laughed at how foolish Reinhardt was—so foolish that he would ask an enemy why he wanted to kill him. It was laughably naive!

Now that it had come to this, he was utterly defeated. He snorted coldly and decided to answer, "Only when you and Sedon are dead will the Administrative Region have a better future.

Understand?

I can't just stand by and watch you and Sedon continue to implement the Old Empire's rotten, corrupt system in the Administrative Region..."

He spat out a mouthful of blood and stared directly into Reinhardt's eyes, his gaze filled with a towering inferno of rage.

"Reinhardt, don't think I'll be grateful just because you spared me. If you don't kill me now, I will kill you with my own hands one day!

I cannot allow the tragedy of the Great Rebellion to be repeated in the Imperial Administrative Region.

Your existence, and Sedon's—the blood of the Eternal Lords flowing through that bastard's veins—is the greatest evil in this world!"

Nelom had thought these words would provoke Reinhardt into killing him, but to his surprise, Reinhardt just stood there, his emotions completely unmoved by the insults. Even his voice remained cold and merciless.

"Kill me and Sedon. And then what?"

'And then what?'

Nelom froze for a moment, then roared, "There is no 'and then'! I will kill you and Sedon, then I'll kill that traitor Claudius! The Imperial Administrative Region will never be ruled by bastards like you!"

Far away, Franz, who was locked in a bitter struggle with Urus, was startled when he heard Nelom's voice.

'Kill Governor Claudius?!'

He whipped his head around to look at the fallen Nelom. 'What the hell is that guy thinking?!'

However, that brief moment of distraction gave Urus the opening he needed. A dagger, wreathed in Elemental Power, ruthlessly tore through Franz's helmet and pierced the back of his head.

In a single breath, life and death were decided.

Facing Nelom's furious glare, Reinhardt's gaze showed no trace of fear or retreat. Having gotten the answer he wanted, he said coldly, "Sedon is indeed a complete and utter bastard. On that point, I fully agree with you."

"Furthermore, you are a pure and admirable Imperial Knight, Nelom.

Someone will tell you that under Sedon's rule, the Imperial Administrative Region will sooner or later fall in another great rebellion, just like the Old Empire.

Someone else will tell you that the bastard is restoring the corrupt rule of the Regent Council in the Administrative Region.