233: The princess of the fallen country, Idora!

“Idora!” Mo Yan’s eyes turned cold, and his figure vanished instantly.

The next second, he appeared behind Idora, catching her tottering body.

“Your Excellency…” Idora’s face was pale, her lips trembling, the intense pain making her unable to speak.

“Don’t speak.” Mo Yan took out a bottle of Elf Spring from his talent space and fed it to her.

A gentle life energy quickly surged into her body, stopping the bleeding and repairing the wound, but the invading resentment was difficult to remove.

Mo Yan frowned, about to use a stronger method, when Raymond, kneeling on the ground, suddenly let out a horrified roar.

“This… This is… the Royal Bloodline!”

He stared intently at the fresh blood flowing from Idora’s wound, and the two nearly extinguished soul fires burned wildly!

The drop of blood on the black rock was not contaminated; instead, it emitted a faint golden halo.

“Impossible… This is impossible! The Royal Bloodline was already severed when the Empire fell!”

He roared in agony.

Raymond seemed to have gone mad; he struggled to stand up but fell again due to his severe injuries.

The look in his eyes towards Idora was no longer cold killing intent, but full of shock.

Mo Yan was stunned.

The Soldiers were stunned.

Even Idora, tormented by the severe pain, forgot the pain on her body due to his roar and was stunned in a daze.

Royal Bloodline?

Was he talking about… herself?

How could a descendant who guarded secrets for generations and barely survived in God Forsaken Village be related to the legendary Imperial Royal Family that had long since perished?

“General, what do you mean?” Mo Yan said, while channeling spiritual power into Idora’s body to stabilize her heart, and staring coldly at Raymond.

“I have guarded this place for hundreds of years and have long been assimilated with the resentment… But this Bloodline… actually made me… remember…”

He suddenly pounded his head with his skeletal hand: “What… what have I done to Your Majesty’s only Bloodline!”

“I have guarded here for hundreds of years, waiting… waiting for this day! But I…”

“Stop with this nonsense,” Mo Yan interrupted him impatiently, “The resentment in her body was infused by you. Do you have a way to resolve it?”

Raymond’s soul fire paused, then became extremely anxious: “Yes! And only she herself can resolve it! What I infused into her body is the Origin of the resentment from this swamp; ordinary methods cannot eradicate it.”

“But the resentment of this swamp was originally born to protect the Empire. They… they obey the command of the Royal Bloodline!”

“What do you mean?” Mo Yan pressed.

“Royal Archives, we must enter the Royal Archives immediately!” Raymond’s voice became urgent, “Inside is stored an Imperial treasure, the Imperial Scepter.

“Only the Royal Bloodline can activate it! As long as she touches the Scepter, her Bloodline will resonate with it, which will not only purify this resentment but also… also awaken the dormant power in her Bloodline!”

Idora was completely lost, shaking her head weakly: “I… I’m not… My ancestors were just ordinary attendants…”

“Attendants?” Raymond gave a tragic laugh, “Foolish child, what kind of attendant do you think was worthy of the Empire entrusting its last secret and hope to at its demise?”

“Your ancestor was precisely the Imperial Emperor’s younger brother, Prince Andre’s line! Back then, in order to divert the Light Church’s pursuit and protect the last spark of the Empire.”

“His Majesty the Emperor and all direct Royal family members bravely faced death, while Prince Andre took the key to the Archives and a portion of loyal subjects, living incognito…”

Idora’s mind was in chaos.

So, what her father said on his deathbed about “we bear the fate of the Empire” was not an empty statement.

So, what their family had passed down for generations was not a curse, but a responsibility.

So, the Light Church’s relentless pursuit of their descendants was not just to keep a secret.

It was also to eradicate the legitimate line of the Diens Empire!

An indescribable sadness and heaviness seized her heart.

She was not Idora, or rather, she was not just Idora.

She was a descendant of Prince Andre, the last Princess of this fallen Empire!

Two lines of hot tears rolled down the corners of Idora’s eyes.

Mo Yan listened from the side, thoughts swirling in his mind, a glint of light flashing deep in his eyes.

Just casually picked up a guide in the novice village, and it turns out she’s a hidden Princess of a fallen kingdom?

“So, what I hold in my hand is not just the key to the Archives, but the legitimate banner of all the descendants of the Diens Empire,”

“It’s a bargaining chip powerful enough to shake the Foundation of the Light Church’s rule… Idora’s value needs to be re-evaluated.”

“Quick! No time!” Raymond’s soul fire began to dim, and he condensed his last remaining power into a faint blue rune, striking it into Idora’s wound.

The rune was like a Seal, temporarily suppressing the spread of resentment.

“Her Highness the Princess’s Royal Bloodline is fiercely contending with the Origin of the resentment, but this is tantamount to drinking poison to quench thirst!”

“The resentment is using her Bloodline as nourishment, attempting to twist the Empire’s last hope into the most vicious curse! One day! Only one day remains!”

“If it cannot be suppressed and purified by the Imperial Scepter, not only will she die, but she will also transform into the Lord of Resentment, forever trapped here, becoming the greatest tragedy of this land!”

Raymond’s skeletal body began to become transparent, dissipating into specks of light.

“My mission was to guard the Forbidden Ground and block all outsiders. But now, my mission is to offer my last loyalty to the Empire’s last Bloodline.”

“Heroic spirit… Raymond, bows to Her Highness the Princess.” He knelt on one knee before Idora, a standard Imperial military salute, “Please follow me, I will open the true Righteous Path to the Archives for Your Highness.”

Mo Yan helped Idora stand steady, a slight curve forming on his lips as he watched the dramatic scene unfold before him.

Under Raymond’s guidance, the group arrived before the island made of countless skeletons.

This was not the entrance.

Raymond’s phantom pointed to a black rock at the foot of the skeleton mountain, inscribed with the Imperial emblem.

“Her Highness the Princess, please drip your blood here.”

Idora nodded, and with Mo Yan’s support, walked to the rock.

She extended her uninjured right hand, pricked her fingertip, and a drop of blood, emitting a faint golden light, slowly dripped onto the center of the emblem.

Buzz—

Golden light spread along the emblem’s Texture, covering the entire skeleton mountain.

The skeletons, silent for hundreds of years, did not emit an eerie aura under the golden light; instead, they became sacred.

Click…

Crack…

The skeleton mountain slowly split open in the middle, revealing a bottomless, spiraling stone staircase.

On the walls on both sides of the staircase, a moonlight stone emitting a soft glow was embedded every few meters, illuminating the path ahead.

“Let’s go.” Mo Yan glanced at Idora, whose face was still pale.

He walked at the front, Gun Gun followed closely, and twenty Soldiers protected Idora in the middle, cautiously stepping onto the staircase.

Raymond’s heroic spirit floated at the end of the group, silent.

The Royal Archives, rather than a library, was more like a massive underground tomb and trial ground.

The moment they stepped onto the staircase, the entrance behind them boomed shut.

They first entered a wide, circular corridor.

On the walls of the corridor, giant, lifelike frescoes were carved.

These frescoes recorded the glorious history of the Diens Empire from its establishment to its peak.

The founding monarch’s strategic brilliance, the invincible army that swept across the continent, the ingeniously crafted hanging gardens, the bustling Imperial capital… scene after scene, all showcased the former greatness of this ancient civilization.

However, as they walked deeper into the corridor, a sudden change occurred.

The surrounding temperature dropped sharply.

The colors of the frescoes on the walls began to flow, and the eyes of the figures in the paintings were no longer cold pigment, but glowed with a deep light.

As if they had come to life.

Shadows of Soldiers, nobles, and artisans from the Imperial era emerged from the frescoes, scrutinizing these uninvited guests with majestic, arrogant, and eager gazes.

They did not attack, but a mental pressure enveloped everyone.