性瘾者

The de Moonasterios were known for their brute strength.

However, no matter how strong he was, he still failed to push the White Lion off him.

Fortunately, Zeru came to his rescue.

His Soul Beast was back in its beast form.

The ice phoenix was thrice the size of an adult eagle. To be honest, although Zeru was huge, he still didn’t expect the Soul Beast to grab the White Lion’s collar using its talons.

But it did.

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Zeru managed to lift the White Lion and throw it away.

However, the next thing Nero knew, his Soul Beast was already howling in pain. The talons that Zeru used to lift the White Lion were now covered with Darkness.

Come to think of it, the White Lion’s collar was strange.

“Zeru, come here,” Nero said when he stood up, reaching for the ice phoenix’s talons. “It’s alright, I’ll fix them.”

The ice phoenix let him touch its talons.

He didn’t properly study how to purify Darkness. But simply touching Zeru’s talons with the intention to purify the Darkness that clung to it did the trick. His hands emitted some red light. Obviously, it wasn’t his Moonglow or divine power.

[It’s the Roseheart Blood in me.]

He was born with the innate ability to purify Darkness with his touch.

And he could also tell that Zeru’s strength had been drained when it touched the Darkness that covered the White Lion’s collar.

[Tsk.]

“Zeru, Sev, return,” Nero ordered his Soul Beast. “I can’t use either of you to fight right now.”

It was a shame, but he didn’t have a choice but to let his Soul Beasts rest in the meantime.

Zeru let out a cry, then it disappeared in some bluish lights.

Sev, who was lying on the floor unmoving, also disappeared.

After that, Nero faced the White Lion.

He noticed that the collar around its wide neck was now producing a black flame. It was like a new variant of Darkness. He had a feeling that it wouldn’t be easy to purify it, but he still had to try.

Scent?

So, the White Lion had mistaken him as its master because of his scent and not his face.

[So, it’s the reason why the White Lion didn’t react this way when he met Neoma.]

But why would he have the same scent as Nero Roseheart?

He was aware that Nero Roseheart was the first Holy Knight in history, and he also happened to the first master of the White Lion.

[Am I the reincarnation of Nero Roseheart or something?]

That would be laughable.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Nero said, looking at the White Lion with dead eyes. “But let’s talk again after I purify that disgusting thing around your neck.”

After saying that, he came at the White Lion.

Without wasting a second, he grabbed the collar.

His hands burned as soon as he touched the collar, causing him to flinch. However, he didn’t let go. He gathered all his Mana in his hands in an attempt to purify the Darkness.

[Argh!]

His hands were starting to get burned for real.

He didn’t like getting hurt because he knew Neoma would also feel his pain. But he couldn’t let go of the collar. The Darkness was trying to burn him alive. Hence, he had to cover his entire body with his Moonglow in order to prevent himself from literally burning.

the White Lion yelled in his mind worriedly.