"Second Brother, you…?"
Mohg's eyes widened as he watched everything unfold before him in disbelief, a trace of inexplicable jealousy flashing through his gaze.
He could hardly believe that his brother had actually created such a powerful Law of Holy Light, cast off his cursed body, and truly integrated into the Golden Order, becoming the Grace-Given King.
"Congratulations, Second Brother!"
But very soon, Mohg suppressed that fleeting jealousy. A happy smile replaced it as he stepped forward, embraced Morgott, and sincerely congratulated him.
"I'm sorry, my brother."
Morgott apologized with deep remorse. They had once promised to remain sewer rats together, yet he had secretly run ahead alone, filling his heart with guilt toward his younger brother.
"It's alright, Second Brother. I don't dislike my identity. All of this is a gift bestowed by fate."
Mohg was not pretending. He was genuinely happy for Morgott.
Although both brothers were Omen children, Mohg and Morgott had completely different understandings of the Omen curse.
Morgott had always refused to accept his identity as an Omen child and had even personally sawed off half of his own horns.
Mohg, however, held no hatred toward his identity. On the contrary, he believed it was precisely because he was an Omen that he had gained the opportunity to come into contact with the Blood Lord.
Back in the sewers, the Blood Lord had bestowed a Law of Blood upon both brothers. Morgott had always kept his sealed away and unused.
But Mohg had integrated it directly into his own body without hesitation, turning it into his personal law and becoming a follower of the Blood Lord, spreading the way of blood throughout The Lands Between.
Therefore, from the very beginning, Mohg had never cared about his identity. He even took pride in being an Omen and had never once considered escaping from it.
Now, seeing Morgott finally escape the bitter sea of being an Omen and cast off the identity of an Omen child, he naturally offered his heartfelt blessings.
"Thank you~"
Morgott nodded before once again putting on the concealing veil of the Grace-Given King, covering his face and revealing only a pair of sharp eyes filled with unwavering resolve.
Even though he had already cast off his identity as an Omen, he had no intention of flaunting it. Everything would continue as before, because regardless of his identity, the Golden Lineage no longer truly cared.
After all, among the upper echelons, who did not know that the Omen fiend was the Grace-Given King, and that the Grace-Given King was the Omen fiend?
"Spread my Holy Light to every person in Leyndell willing to fight. Let them feel this power—for the Golden Dynasty, and for Godwyn the Golden!"
Morgott's voice brimmed with passion and determination.
The massive Erdtree of Light suddenly shattered apart, and countless leaves of light transformed into dazzling rain, scattering throughout the entirety of Leyndell.
As the rain of light touched the earth, it immediately transformed into trees of light, appearing at the entrance of every household.
Anyone willing to fight—anyone willing to battle for the Golden Dynasty and for Godwyn—needed only to gently touch these trees of light in order to receive Morgott's blessing of the Law of Holy Light.
At the same time, all Those Who Live in Death that resurrected within the graveyards instantly turned into ashes the moment they touched the Holy Light, while even the Grace they occupied was reclaimed by the Erdtree.
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"He awakened Holy Light? Gloam-Eyed Queen, you truly are a ridiculous clown!"
Rykard, who was far away in Redmane Castle within distant Caelid, could still sense the law power originating from Morgott despite the separation of half a continent.
It was a warm, sacred, and benevolent force. Beneath the radiance of Holy Light, no evil individual could conceal their true nature.
This power was practically the natural nemesis of the Law of Death. Those Who Live in Death would instantly perish the moment they came into contact with it.
It had to be said that the Gloam-Eyed Queen's actions were truly laughable.
The Gloam-Eyed Queen's actions were akin to creating her own biological father. Although she had strengthened Morgott and granted him the ability to contend against her,
she had also pushed herself into an even deeper predicament. With the existence of Holy Light, even if the Gloam-Eyed Queen managed to recover all her Runes, she would still never again be able to represent the Erdtree.
To Rykard, this entire scene looked absurd and almost comical.
However, it was precisely because of Morgott's years of diligence that the Law of Holy Light came to restrain the Law of Death so perfectly.
Perhaps because Godwyn had been killed by the Law of Death, Morgott had never been able to let go of that hatred.
Thus, he had always diligently studied sacred incantations specifically designed to restrain Those Who Live in Death and had personally created a series of "Holy Word" incantations aimed at suppressing them.
When those Holy Word incantations evolved into a law, the Holy Light perfectly inherited the ability to restrain the Law of Death.
Moreover, it was even purer than the Holy Words themselves, maximizing its suppression of the Law of Death to the absolute limit.
The Law of Holy Light could practically be said to have been born solely to combat the Law of Death.
Because of this, Morgott had never cared whether the Gloam-Eyed Queen had some hidden conspiracy.
As the natural nemesis of death, he knew exactly how to deal with the Law of Death, and no one understood its weaknesses better than he did.
When the Law of Holy Light appeared, it did not cause Xiao any trouble. Yet his ally Rykard became deeply anxious and uneasy.
It was a classic case of the emperor not being worried while the eunuch panicked instead.
In fact, Rykard had even begun regretting his alliance with the Gloam-Eyed Queen.
Because after the appearance of Holy Light, the Erdtree—which had already begun to wither somewhat—actually regained vitality, becoming even more dazzling and radiant, as though it had returned overnight to the golden age of the Golden Dynasty.
Rykard hurriedly picked up his phone and called Xiao, anxiously asking how they should respond.
Clearly, he intended to use this call to determine whether he should continue cooperating with Xiao or decisively sever ties in the name of righteousness.
However, Xiao merely responded with a disdainful tone:
"Hmph hmph hmph… There's no need to worry, my Elden Lord. Although Morgott inherited a great lineage, he is merely a watchdog with no intention whatsoever of contending for the throne.
He will only obstruct others from becoming king—he himself will never become a true king. He is waiting for the day Godwyn the Golden returns!"
Hearing this, Rykard was stunned and immediately questioned, "Godwyn? Hasn't his soul already completely vanished?"
Xiao then explained:
"I don't know the exact hidden move, but the faith of the Death Prince has already spread through the hidden corners of The Lands Between.
The Deathbed Companion Fia claims to have received a revelation from the Greater Will and possesses the power of the deathbed, allowing her to obtain the strength of heroes by sleeping beside them.
And those whose lives she takes can no longer return. Clearly, she is seizing the Erdtree's Grace from those heroes, while simultaneously calling herself the mother of all Those Who Live in Death.
Yet the very first of Those Who Live in Death was Godwyn the Golden, and the appearance of Those Who Live in Death predates the Deathbed Companion herself.
This creates a paradox. Either the Deathbed Companion is merely a prostitute fabricating lies to elevate her own status, or it is a genuine prophecy.
But even if it is a paradox, how could such a prophecy ultimately be fulfilled? Godwyn is probably planning something enormous behind the scenes."
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