Seeing this figure, hope once again ignited in Mohg’s eyes. His appearance had changed, but that familiar presence was unmistakable. Through the bond of their shared blood, Mohg recognized the stranger before him as his own brother—Morgott. Of course. Who else in Stormveil had the power—and the will—to intervene and block that attack for him?! Mohg fought back with all his might, joining forces with Morgott to repel both attacks before disengaging. The moment he was out of danger, Mohg reasserted his power over Leda’s Unalloyed Gold, regaining control of the cursed blood. However, the gaping hole torn in the domain above him was constantly being eroded by Senessax's attacks, making it difficult to mend. Senessax, with her immense size and staggering damage output, was the perfect counter to Mohg's domain. Every one of her attacks inflicted massive area-of-effect damage, preventing Mohg from replenishing his field of blood in time. Morgott said nothing either, standing shoulder to shoulder with Mohg in silent solidarity. At this moment, neither of them had revealed their true forms. Mohg knew, however, that his own techniques were far too distinctive; Bai Shi would easily figure out who was causing the chaos in Stormveil. Morgott was a different story. As long as he refrained from using his most conspicuous, identity-revealing techniques and relied solely on his martial skill, he would have a chance to slip away from the battlefield and assume a new identity later. After all, from Mohg's perspective, Bai Shi had only ever fought his brother’s projection. He couldn't possibly know that Morgott also had the ability to shapeshift. And even if Bai Shi discovered his own identity, he would never connect the two of them. So, as long as Morgott could withdraw in time, his cover wouldn't be blown. At this thought, a smile curled on Mohg’s lips. Who would ever guess they were brothers? And who would imagine that a common, unassuming hollow would be the most powerful enemy hiding within Stormveil? The sudden appearance of this newcomer put everyone on high alert. Ashmi and Senessax, having launched the previous assault, understood this man’s strength better than anyone. If their last attack had landed, they would have already taken Mohg down. Yet this stranger had appeared out of nowhere and, together with Mohg, managed to fend them off. His strength was undoubtedly on the same level as theirs. How could so many powerful individuals be hiding in Stormveil? Morgott immediately targeted Ashmi, closing the distance with the speed of an arrow. Ashmi had been fighting Mohg for a long time, yet her condition was still excellent. Something wasn't right. Morgott wasn't entirely certain of his brother's full capabilities, but he had a general idea. If Mohg hadn't been able to secure a victory after fighting for so long, it was likely due to an unfavorable matchup. He would tie up Ashmi and the others, allowing Mohg to deal with the rest. Mohg clearly understood his brother's intention. He grinned and charged toward Leda and her companions on the other side. In truth, Morgott had been the first to arrive on the scene. But upon his arrival, he had made no move, choosing instead to hide in the shadows and observe. Only when everyone else had revealed themselves and Mohg was on the verge of defeat did he finally intervene. He hadn't intended to act. This was merely one of Mohg's projections; its destruction was of no consequence. But as Morgott watched the battle unfold, he noticed something. Knowing Bai Shi, he would have appeared immediately in a situation . This meant that Bai Shi was either not in Stormveil or was currently unable to act. If that was the case, now was the perfect opportunity for the two brothers to strike together and force Stormveil to reveal all its hidden cards. This, too, was just a projection. If he could gamble on this chance, he might just achieve his goal. Seeing Morgott hurtling toward Ashmi, Senessax summoned red lightning once more and slammed a claw down in his path. The dragon's thunder roared as crimson bolts crashed down from all sides, centered on her claw. The Ancient Dragons' Lightning Strike, wielded by a true ancient dragon, was a spectacular sight, covering a vast area with power that could not be underestimated. The surrounding blood was instantly vaporized, causing Mohg’s domain to shrink considerably. Caught in the center of the lightning, Morgott had nowhere to run. Without the slightest pause, a faint golden light shimmered around his body, and he charged straight through the curtain of lightning. Incantation: Lightning Fortification. It was an incantation Morgott had learned back when the demigods had not yet been abandoned by the Greater Will, when the Two Fingers and the Roundtable still resided in the capital. Even with the protection, Morgott was charred black as he emerged from the storm, but he paid it no mind, deftly dodging a sweeping attack from Senessax’s claw. After evading the blow, Morgott completely ignored the colossal Senessax. Ancient dragons were simply too difficult to deal with. Their thick, rocky scales were nearly impossible to pierce. Even at a similar power level, it would take an immense effort. That alone was enough to extinguish any thought of engaging the ancient dragon in combat. Although she had been singled out as the target again, Ashmi was fearless. Senessax had bought her a moment's reprieve. After a brief rest, she had recovered some of her stamina and now took the initiative to charge forward. As Morgott closed in on Ashmi, he suddenly threw two daggers. These daggers were formed from the power of gold, but Morgott had intentionally disguised them, making them indistinguishable from normal weapons. Before he could throw another, Ashmi had already swept the projectiles aside and swung her greatsword at Morgott. Morgott raised his own greatsword, blocking Ashmi’s Sword of Night and Flame. Not wanting to reveal his identity, Morgott avoided using his signature moves, relying instead on pure combat skill to fight her. Yet, it was these simple, unadorned techniques that made Ashmi feel a completely different kind of pressure than she had when facing Mohg. There were no flashy moves. Morgott was simply overwhelming her with his mastery of swordplay. Even as a projection with lower stats, Morgott's combat skill was not to be trifled with. Unlike Mohg, Morgott's combat experience was almost absurdly vast. Mohg had always operated from the shadows; even after establishing his own dynasty, he had rarely wielded his spear in person. Morgott, on the other hand, had donned the guise of the Fell Omen during the Shattering, rushing from one battlefield to another to put out fires, and even participating in assassination missions against the other demigods. It was safe to say that Morgott had fought every demigod who participated in the Shattering. Ashmi grit her teeth. Her own experience was still lacking, preventing her from fighting at her theoretical peak. In that case, she would just have to rely on raw power! Ashmi made her decision. Once Senessax and Lanslet had him tied down for another moment, she would immediately cast a few incantations on herself. Seeing Morgott and Ashmi locked in a fierce melee, Senessax found it difficult to strike without fear of hitting Ashmi. She could see that Ashmi was at a slight disadvantage, so she let out a heaven-shaking roar. Arcs of violent red lightning erupted from her rocky scales. Instantly, everyone on their side, excluding Mohg and Morgott, felt a tingling sensation as red lightning coated their bodies, granting them a unique enhancement. For a brief moment, Senessax had granted them all bonus lightning damage and increased attack power. Senessax did not transform into her human guise to join the fight on the ground. Unless an ancient dragon completely converted its body into a human form, their so-called human shape was merely a mimicry. In such a state, their combat effectiveness was hardly advantageous. It was better to remain in dragon form. Lanslet watched the two entangled figures below and waved his staff, unleashing a volley of storm spells. With Ashmi’s natural affinity for the storm, his attacks would barely harm her, allowing him to attack without restraint. Suddenly, a silent blade of blood shot out from the shadows behind him. Lanslet drew the sword from his waist just in time to block it, frowning as he saw the Mohgwyn Dynasty Knight that had appeared behind him. "What's going on? How has Stormveil been infiltrated so deeply?" He sighed. The lack of any means to detect disguises in Stormveil was proving to be a major inconvenience. If only they could place a detector at the gate, it would solve most of their problems. He wondered when Lord Bai Shi might be able to get one for them. The Mohgwyn Dynasty Knight advanced relentlessly, his heavy thrusting sword, the Bloody Helice, stabbing at Lanslet again and again. At the same time, another assassin from Crow Mountain appeared to flank him. Lanslet just smiled, using his straight sword to parry the thrusts one after another. He might spend his days handling administrative duties and carrying a staff, but he was skilled in both physical combat and magic. Underestimating him would be a grave mistake. Lanslet raised his sword and charged the Crow Mountain assassin, but just as they were about to clash, he suddenly leaped backward, jumping off the roof. The Mohgwyn Dynasty Knight and the assassin were still processing why their target had suddenly decided to jump off the building. The next moment, a hand as fair as jade clamped down on the assassin's shoulder from behind, as a tall, graceful figure landed lightly on his back. *When?!* And one whose skills were immeasurably superior to his own! A coiled black blade plunged down into his body from above. Check latest chapters at 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦•𝘯𝘦𝘵 The assassin's instincts immediately screamed where the attack would land. He desperately twisted his body, avoiding a fatal blow by a hair's breadth. But it was useless. The power of Destined Death erupted from the black knife, and the force of death instantly extinguished his life. The Mohgwyn Dynasty Knight immediately turned on Slude to counterattack, but she leaped back several times and vanished from sight completely. The knight brandished his sword, looking around in bewilderment, unsure of who to stab. A giant claw swept out, grabbing him with pinpoint accuracy. Staring into Senessax's eyes, the Mohgwyn Dynasty Knight’s heart skipped a beat. Senessax squeezed her claw, and the knight popped like a mosquito, exploding into a mist of blood. Having landed safely on the ground, Lanslet sheathed his sword. He was a master of both sword and sorcery, but it was better to stay far away from a battle . "Honestly, don't you underestimate the bonds between us!" "We in Stormveil fight as a team." But then, another blood-based attack lashed out at him from the side, as a Mohgwyn Dynasty Knight wielding a Reduvia dagger materialized from a pool of blood. "No, not again! How many are there?!" Morgott thrust his sword into Ashmi’s waist. At the same time, the blade in Ashmi's hand suddenly turned to liquid and wrapped around Morgott. Faced with this sudden transformation of her weapon, Morgott paused for a moment, wondering about the purpose of such a weak attack. But experience told him that such bizarre moves were rarely as simple as they appeared. Sure enough, a sense of imminent crisis washed over him. Trusting his instincts, Morgott tore himself free without hesitation, allowing the blade in Ashmi’s other hand to carve a deep wound across his chest. Morgott’s choice was the right one. A red-and-black flash of light infused with Destined Death slashed through the space he had just occupied, which he had narrowly dodged. If Morgott hadn't moved, he would have been struck by Destined Death. Sensing that power of death, Morgott was both shocked and enraged. Morgott’s gaze swept across the battlefield and quickly locked onto Slude at the edge of the fight. Only the Black Knife Assassins who had participated in the Night of the Black Knives and murdered Godwyn possessed the power of Destined Death on their blades. To think that such a person was in Stormveil... unforgivable! Morgott was utterly furious. He threw all caution to the wind and lunged, intending to utterly destroy one of the culprits behind the Golden Dynasty's collapse. But surrounded by enemies, this was clearly not a wise decision. Seeing that her attack had missed, Slude immediately withdrew. Senessax seized the opportunity, channeling draconic lightning into her claws and swinging at Morgott. Realizing his impulsiveness, Morgott leaped into the air, letting the claws pass just beneath him. A smile touched Ashmi’s face. She made a grasping motion with her right hand toward Morgott, and dark spheres of gravitational energy materialized around her, flying toward him in succession. After defeating the Starscourge, Bai Shi had obtained a Remembrance of the battle. He had recently used it to learn Radahn's signature technique—Starcaller Cry. And if Bai Shi had learned it, so had Ashmi. Morgott was struck by the gravity spheres in mid-air and was dragged down from the sky, crashing to the ground. Seeing such a perfect opportunity, Senessax immediately condensed a violent dragon lightning spear in her hand and thrust it at the incapacitated Morgott on the ground. A massive dragon's head also materialized in front of Ashmi, snapping violently at Morgott. Morgott’s heart sank. Even if he broke free now, he wouldn't be able to dodge in time. In his moment of desperation, he saw the blood on the ground writhe and pull him away. The two attacks slammed into the spot where he had been, the tremendous impact sending the still-recovering Morgott flying through the air. Nevertheless, Morgott had escaped the immediate danger. He landed on his feet and prepared to face his enemies with even greater caution. Now he was waiting. Waiting for Mohg to finish off the weaker group with Leda and come to his aid. And Leda and the others were also waiting. Waiting for Ashmi and her allies to defeat Morgott so they could all turn on Mohg together. Mohg faced the attacks of Dann and Freya, weaving nimbly between them. Their wide, sweeping attacks could hardly even touch the hem of his robes. A dark smile played on Mohg’s face. This was the kind of battle he was familiar with—elegant, composed, controlling the entire tempo of the fight. Mohg swept his sacred spear, scattering a wide arc of bloodflame that forced the two back, then transformed into blood and rushed toward Leda. Dann and Freya dodged in time, avoiding injury. In her haste to give chase, Freya stepped through the bloodflame on the ground without a second thought. But under Mohg's control, the flames instantly surged, engulfing her. Freya felt a pain unlike anything she had ever experienced. She was forced to halt and use Flame's Protection. An ancient flame ignited within her body, searing her from the inside and barely suppressing Mohg’s bloodflame. Though it was suppressed, the bloodflame continued to burn away at her blood. She could still fight, but only just. Freya lifted her head, glared fiercely at Mohg, and charged once more with her greatsword raised. By now, Mohg had reached Leda. Leda stood perfectly still, only drawing her needle-like sword from the ground the moment Mohg was upon her. To Mohg's surprise, as she drew the blade, the very power of Unalloyed Gold that had been suppressing the cursed blood surged with it, erupting in a brilliant pillar of light that shot upward toward him. Mohg had to switch from offense to defense, using his sacred spear to block the attack. Unalloyed Gold suppressed all other powers, refusing to coexist with them. It was, in essence, an incredibly tyrannical force. The look of utter shock on Mohg's face said it all. Upon contact with Leda’s Unalloyed Gold, the Mohgwyn Sacred Spear, a construct of cursed blood, began to destabilize and dissipate. Mohg threw a Bloodflame Talon with his left hand, sending it flying at Leda to interrupt the radiant assault. Leda leaped back repeatedly, and the moment she was clear, she counterattacked, thrusting her sword forward. However, the Bloodflame Talon did not disperse in mid-air. Instead, it exploded violently. Caught off guard, Leda was sent flying, her body wreathed in bloodflame. With the suppression of the Unalloyed Gold gone, the cursed blood surged anew, attacking Leda from all sides. Leda paid no mind to soiling her snow-white cloak and armor, using every move at her disposal to evade the attacks without a care for her appearance. Dann finally arrived, blocking the blood blades near Leda, while Freya used Lion's Claw to help her break free. At last, Leda had a moment to breathe. She summoned her unique piercing needles, but her target wasn't Mohg—it was herself and her two companions. As the ethereal golden needles pierced their bodies, Mohg's bloodflame and cursed blood were suppressed. For a short time, they wouldn't have to worry about them. However, once the needles were in place, the incantation Senessax had granted them also vanished. With the needles in them, the three attacked as one. Their perfect coordination made it clear this was not the first time they had fought together . Mohg watched as his cursed blood and bloodflame failed to affect them, a wave of annoyance washing over him. He rarely ever made a move, so by all rights, there should be no information about him. But how did every single person have a counter for him? The reality was, without a counter, one wouldn't even have the right to fight him in the first place. Facing their assault, Mohg stood his ground, unleashing several killing blows in an attempt to reduce their numbers. Yet Leda and her companions never gave him the opportunity. They simply stalled for time, preferring to do nothing rather than make a single mistake. Leda's group knew their own limits. They understood they could only hold Mohg off, not defeat him. They were waiting for the others to become available. Over there, two fighters of equal strength were ganging up on one, with others providing support. That battle would surely end faster than this one. However, before either side could claim victory, an unprecedented phenomenon occurred in the skies above Stormveil. Before everyone's eyes, a brilliant, dazzling fireball rose from the center of Stormveil. Its scorching heat and blinding light made it impossible to look at directly. Or rather, it should be called a sun. Bai Shi floated weightlessly beneath this sun, looking down upon all of Stormveil. Under the sun's radiant light, no scheme could remain hidden. Bai Shi quickly assessed the entire situation in the city. Everything became clear to him. Mohg had sealed his own fate! The next moment, divine judgment descended with a thunderous roar.