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Chapter 551: White Light of Purification ( 551 ) · Oct 04, 2026

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551 Chapter 551: White Light of Purification ( 551 ) 2026-10-04
552 Chapter 552: Steel and Shadows ( 552 ) 2026-10-04
553 Chapter 553: Force of One ( 553 ) 2026-10-04
554 Chapter 554: Beyond Fear ( 554 ) 2026-10-04
555 Chapter 555: Judgment from Above ( 555 ) 2026-10-04
556 Chapter 556: Dawn of Despair ( 556 ) 2026-10-04
557 Chapter 557: The Sword of Mercy ( 557 ) 2026-10-04
558 Chapter 558: From Ashes to Hope ( 558 ) 2026-10-04
559 Chapter 559: Embers of Love ( 550 ) 2026-10-04
560 Chapter 560: Silent Preparations ( 560 ) 2026-10-04
561 Chapter 561: Marriage Traditions and Teasing Ties ( 561 ) 2026-10-04
562 Chapter 562: Love, Tricks, and Traditions ( 562 ) 2026-10-04
563 Chapter 563: Two Faces of One Heart ( 563 ) 2026-10-04
564 Chapter 564: Memory, Promise, and the Present ( 564 ) 2026-10-04
565 Chapter 565: Faded Words, Eternal Vows ( 565 ) 2026-10-04
566 Chapter 566: Baths, Bed, and Banter ( 566 ) 2026-10-04
567 Chapter 567: Love, Loyalty, and Longing ( 567 ) 2026-10-04
568 Chapter 568: Love’s Soft Sunrise ( 568 ) 2026-10-04
569 Chapter 569: Two Souls, One Heart ( 569 ) 2026-10-04
570 Chapter 570: Three Souls, One Secret ( 570 ) 2026-10-04
571 Chapter 571: Dark Skies, Broken World ( 571 ) 2026-10-04
572 Chapter 572: Fury of the Halfling King ( 572 ) 2026-10-04
573 Chapter 573: Silent Assault, Infinite Will ( 573 ) 2026-10-04
574 Chapter 574: Silver Hair, Steady Heart ( 574 ) 2026-10-04
575 Chapter 575: Hold the Line ( 575 ) 2026-10-04
576 Chapter 576: Grace in Waiting ( 576 ) 2026-10-04
577 Chapter 577: Unspoken Fears ( 577 ) 2026-10-04
578 Chapter 578: Hearts in Motion ( 578 ) 2026-10-04
579 Chapter 579: Shadows on the Horizon ( 579 ) 2026-10-04
580 Chapter 580: Sky Eye ( 580 ) 2026-10-04
581 Chapter 581: A Scorching Judgment ( 581 ) 2026-10-04
582 Chapter 582: Waves of Devastation ( 582 ) 2026-10-04
583 Chapter 583: The Royal Welcome ( 583 ) 2026-10-04
584 Chapter 584: Silent Sparks ( 584 ) 2026-10-04
585 Chapter 585: Beauty in Battle ( 585 ) 2026-10-04
586 Chapter 586: Dance of Blades ( 586 ) 2026-10-04
587 Chapter 587: Feminine Fire and Regal Calm ( 587 ) 2026-10-04
588 Chapter 588: Old Friendships, New Alliances ( 588 ) 2026-10-04
589 Chapter 589: Inventions of War ( 589 ) 2026-10-04
590 Chapter 590: Speed and Silence ( 590 ) 2026-10-04
591 Chapter 591: First the Sight, Then the Strike ( 591 ) 2026-10-04
592 Chapter 592: Ambush and Authority ( 592 ) 2026-10-04
593 Chapter 593: The Fearless Princess ( 593 ) 2026-10-04
594 Chapter 594: The Last Stand ( 594 ) 2026-10-04
595 Chapter 595: The Arrival of Hope ( 595 ) 2026-10-04
596 Chapter 596: Hope in the Ruins ( 596 ) 2026-10-04
597 Chapter 597: A Thread of Hope ( 597 ) 2026-10-04
598 Chapter 598: Blushes and Baskets ( 598 ) 2026-10-04
599 Chapter 599: Caught in the Act ( 599 ) 2026-10-04
600 Chapter 600: Liana’s Sweet Wrath ( 600 ) 2026-10-04

Chapter 551: White Light of Purification ( 551 )

After a while…

Javier let out a long, exaggerated yawn as he idly spun his mana gun.

“Buddy…”

“Cuquawked?” Buddy tilted his head, feathers fluffing slightly in the moonlight.

“This is starting to get boring.”

“Cuquawk.” The bird sounded just as unimpressed.

With a casual flick of his wrist, Javier raised his palm. His voice dropped, steady and commanding.

“Activate—White Light: Purify.”

A bright burst of white light exploded from him, spreading out in a perfect circle.

The trees shimmered. The corrupted ground groaned.

And all around him—the bad stuff evaporated.

No screams.

No fight.

Just silence… and clean purity.

The darkness didn’t stand a chance.

“Alright,” he said calmly, hopping down from Buddy’s saddle.

He reached into his bag and pulled out a silver crystal device, etched with Armand symbols. Kneeling, he pressed it into the ground.

With a faint hum, the device powered up—sending out a pulse of steady mana that merged with the clean zone.

“This will stop those creeps from coming back to life in this area.”

Javier stood up, brushing dust off his gloves.

“Well, it’s night now, Buddy…” Javier stretched his arms, rolling his shoulders with a lazy sigh. “Do you think you can keep walking while I sleep on your back?”

“Cuquawked!!” Buddy squawked angrily, shaking his head and stomping his foot.

“Eh? Come on… we’re friends, right?”

“Cuquawked!!” (Still no!!)

Javier leaned forward, putting a hand dramatically on Buddy’s neck. “Ugh… I’ll treat you to that special wyvern meat you like.”

Buddy froze, eyes slowly turning to Javier.

“…Cuquawk.” (Go on.)

Javier grinned. “Three slices.”

“Cuquawk.” (Four.)

“Four slices and half a roasted fire lizard.”

“Cuquawked!” (Deal!!)

With a smug smile, Javier climbed back onto Buddy’s back and immediately leaned against the saddle, arms crossed behind his head.

“Good bird.”

“Cuquawk.” Buddy strutted ahead proudly, tail feathers flicking like he owned the road.

Behind them, the clean zone shimmered softly in the moonlight.

Meanwhile, in the Dwarven Kingdom…

At the third stronghold, the air was heavy with exhaustion.

Dwarves moved slowly along narrow paths between rough tents.

Their armor jingled softly as they walked, their steps tired.

Their eyes were hollow and sunken.

The fire pits spat out more smoke than warmth.

A small group sat close to their leader, holding tiny pieces of dry food that barely counted as a proper meal.

“Leader…” one of them whispered.

The bearded dwarf turned slowly. He already knew what they were about to ask.

“I know what you want to say.”

“We’re still hungry…” a younger dwarf muttered, voice shaking.

“I know.” The leader answered firmly but with tired weight. “I’m hungry too.”

A silence settled over them.

One soldier stared out toward the horizon blankly. “When will this war end?”

The leader closed his eyes for a moment, then simply said,

“I don’t know…”

There was no false hope. No inspiring speech—just tired, honest truth.

“I was hoping…” the leader whispered, gazing at the fading glow of a dying campfire, “…that this war would end.”

“I hope so too…” a dwarf replied softly.

They stood silent for a moment, only the crackle of burning wood filling the quiet.

But then, the leader’s voice grew a little stronger, sharper.

“…We can’t give up now. We can’t surrender. If we do… more people will suffer. Our families. Our kin.”

He clenched his fist.

“These Halflings and the Human Kingdom… they’re the ones pushing us into this. They’re not just fighting us—they want everything. If we fall…”

“Everyone falls.” someone finished grimly.

“We know, leader…” another said. “But still…”

The youngest dwarf hugged his knees, eyes shining in the firelight. “I just hope… we can get a proper meal one day. Something fresh. Real meat… not dry, burnt meat.”

“Yeah… grill it, and dip it with… what’s it called again?”

“What?”

“A special sauce… from Armand Region?”

“Yeah! That one! What’s it called?”

“Soy sauce?”

“YEAH! THAT ONE!!” the hungry dwarf suddenly lit up, eyes shining.

He stared into the fire, dreaming. “Ahhh~ Just imagine it… grilling the meat… the fat sizzling… that amazing smell filling the air…”

“The meat hisses…” another dwarf added, leaning closer.

“And then… you dip it gently into that dark, rich sauce…”

“Aumm~” they all said together, practically drooling.

The fire crackled. Their stomachs growled loudly.

For a moment… they forgot about the war.

All they could see was meat, fire, and that delicious soy sauce.

“If there was no war…” one soldier muttered with a wistful smile, “I’d be heading to Armand right now.”

The others looked at him, curious.

“I used to be a traveling merchant, you know? I’d go between dwarven towns, then down to the Beastkin Kingdom… buy some things, sell some things… and then go to Armand.”

He leaned back, dreaming. “Then from Armand, I’d go to the Demon Kingdom… just to see those beauties there—woo~”

A few of the others chuckled.

“And then, I’d slowly come back here. Selling bottles of soy sauce from Armand for ten times what I paid.”

“Making good money,” another nodded with a grin.

“Yeah.”

They all looked back at the fire again.

“…Let’s hope a miracle happens,” someone finally said.

“And this war ends.”

“Yeah…” the others murmured softly.

“Let’s hope this war ends,” one of them muttered quietly, hope in his voice. “So we can go back to our work.”

“Yeah!” another dwarf stood up, fist clenched. “I miss hammering and melting ore… feeling the heat… forging weapons and armor—things I love too much to give up!”

“Me too!” a dwarf with a thick beard nodded. “I want to go fishing again. Catch a big one and show it off to the neighbors!”

“Heh, me too,” said another. “I miss chopping wood… slow carving… making fine furniture. Selling them to Armand merchants at a good price.”

“Yeah!!” someone else cheered, eyes shining. “Beastkin peddlers always buy our goods, right? Then sell them all the way to Armand, the Demon Kingdom, and even the Elven Kingdom!”

“You’re right, man!” another grinned. “And I can’t wait to get back to my stonework. My chisel’s been lonely!”

The fire burned steadily now, not just warming their bodies—but also reigniting hope in their hearts.

They were tired, hungry… but still dwarves.

Still standing. Still dreaming.

( End Of Chapter )

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