The Bloodline System Chapter 1659 1659: Your Father Sends His Regards
Previously on The Bloodline System...
Upon a rooftop half-shattered by destruction, an elderly woman gazed toward a sky choked with shadows and breathed a soft question,
"He has saved earth before… he'll save us again… right…?"
Her query met only silence.
Deep within a forest consumed by fire, a cluster of children gathered around a broken holographic projector displaying Gustav's likeness.
"Mom… isn't he coming?" a young girl inquired, her face wet with tears.
The mother bit her lip with such force that blood began to trickle.
"He… he always comes…"
"He… always…"
But the savior did not appear.
He would not appear.
The heavens remained devoid of his presence.
As the final hours played out, Earth transformed into a graveyard shrouded in celestial gloom.
Mankind fought with every ounce of strength.
They pushed back with technology, with supernatural powers, and with pure desperation.
Yet, none of it mattered.
For the first time in the chronicles of their many conflicts…
No miracle occurred.
There was no last-minute salvation.
No Outworldly arrived to sweep the enemy away with transcendent power.
Only death remained.
Desolate, silent, and final.
The deities themselves took notice of the tragedy.
"His people cry for him," one god remarked while hovering above the ruined world.
"They worshipped a being who did not return."
"Foolish mortals," a second deity scoffed.
"They put their faith in a corpse."
Thus, Earth fell amidst a whisper of total despair.
By the conclusion of the third week, the planet was unrecognizable.
The crust had fractured into drifting megaplates...
The oceans had been turned to vapor...
Metropolises were scorched into lifeless stone...
The population was either extinct or held in chains...
The atmosphere was smothered in a darkness born of the gods.
The cradle of humanity…
…was now nothing more than a hollowed-out ruin floating through its own wreckage.
Earth was not the only world to endure such savagery.
While cities were ground into dust and nations vanished—while Mixedblood legacies were torn apart in a mere seven days—other realms suffered even more profoundly.
The alliance, once a collection of the most formidable protectors in the universe, shattered like glass against the storm the deities unleashed upon the stars.
They never stood a chance.
A heavy silence lingered, filled with the echoes of those who dared to defy beings far older than the very concept of rebellion.
Even the mightiest Mixedbloods, true Titans in their own right, were brushed aside like sparks from a fire by the indifferent fingers of the gods.
In the heart of this suffocating devastation, three figures fled across a broken valley where the laws of nature no longer held sway.
E.E ground his teeth, supporting Angy as she stumbled with every stride. Her breathing came in ragged gasps, her hair matted with grime and blood. Aildris moved unsteadily beside them, pale and coughing; he occasionally manifested small gravitational ripples to push them forward, but his strength was failing.
Falco was their shield, using the last of his reserves to keep the group alive. He was the only reason they still breathed.
Dark shadows flickered like black flames in his wake. His eyes, once full of life and mischief, were now hollow and haunted. Each breath brought agony. Each step threatened to buckle his knees.
Still, he held the vanguard, protecting them.
Protecting Angy, E.E, and Aildris... the last of his friends.
The air began to vibrate with the arrival of an ancient horror.
A voice thundered across the shattered plains, a sound deep enough to shake the foundations of the world:
"RUNNING IS FUTILE."
The visage of an ancient Executioner manifested above them, appearing like a rift in reality opening into a nightmare. His massive frame radiated silver fire, encased in armor forged from the universe’s primordial metals. He gripped an axe fashioned from the cores of collapsed stars... a single blow could wipe out entire continents.
E.E gasped for air, and Aildris faltered...
Angy let out a soft whimper... but Falco refused to slow his pace.
The mere presence of the Executioner caused the fabric of space to warp.
They had spent days in flight, lurking in the ruins of space and hiding in the fissures of collapsing dimensions—yet the Executioner always tracked them down.
The situation was hopeless.
"Falco… you need to rest…" Aildris managed to cough out, blood staining his chin.
Falco gave no reply. His voice had been destroyed by sheer exhaustion long ago.
His lungs burned with every stride. Each breath felt like he was swallowing liquid fire.
Regardless… he pressed on.
Angy’s eyes widened in terror as the Executioner raised his weapon.
"Your father sends his regards... once your friends perish here... you will be forced to return to his side," the ancient Executioner’s voice boomed.
"F-Falco…" Angy sobbed, "We're not going to make it—!"
As the Executioner swung, warping space itself, Falco threw his hand forward to summon the final dregs of his dark essence.
A protective dome of shadows flared into existence to take the cosmic hit, but it collapsed immediately. Falco’s body racked with violent coughs as he fell to one knee.
The shadow barrier vanished like ash scattered by the wind.
He was spent... his energy completely drained.
Angy’s screams rang out across the debris-strewn valley.
E.E pulled her closer, his body trembling.
Aildris shook, unable to conjure even a flicker of power.
The Executioner descended with the slow deliberation of a judge delivering a sentence.
His eyes burned with a cold, pitiless light.
"You were amusing to chase," he rumbled, "but this ends here. Your friends deaths will be… efficient."
Falco managed to lift his head, but only just.
He lacked the strength to even raise an arm.
The Executioner raised the star-axe and brought it down, but before the strike could connect...
Twwhoom~
They disappeared.
In an instant, they were gone.
It was as if the universe had blinked and erased their existence.
The Executioner stopped his swing, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.
"No…"
Irritated cosmic flames flickered off the plates of his armor.
"My Lord will not be pleased by this…"
Falco’s father was a being that even this ancient Executioner feared to fail.
He stared at the fading remnants of their exit, then let out a grunt.
"Clever rat… your son inherited more of your tricks than I thought."
With a snarl of frustration, the ancient Executioner faded back into the folds of space, leaving only a lingering sense of dread behind.
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Falco, Angy, E.E, and Aildris were spat back into reality with a violent jolt. They tumbled onto a surface of smooth white stone that felt cool and radiated a sense of peace.
Above them stretched a sky they did not recognize.