Grand Ancestral Bloodlines

Chapter 2011 Impossible

Several cloaked figures filled the skies. Many of their faces were hidden, as though they were trying to hide their identities from the Heavens themselves. All one could tell was that some were vaguely men, others were vaguely women, and others weren't the normal form of humanoids at all, making it difficult to tell anything much other than the fact they were living, breathing creatures...

Creatures that held a power that made the world weep.

And weep it did.

The skies opened up, and raindrops of golden red fell from the heavens. One would have thought that a Dao Lord of great rapport had just died. But this was nothing more than a precursor.

Even when Ailsa went on her earlier killing spree, it was like the world had been too fearful to show its dissatisfaction. But now it had truly reached its breaking point. It didn't dare to show its fury, but instead, it displayed its sadness.

The potential of the world poured out in waves.

"Dao Goddess Tatsuya... It seems that you still haven't learned your lesson. This tale will end the same way it had all those years ago."

Ailsa stared off into the distance, her gaze still somewhat unfocused. She didn't seem to hear the voice, and she cared even less to figure out exactly who it was that had spoken.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

These people were still not the ones she wanted to kill. Maybe to the other experts of the world, they were shocking existences that could overturn worlds and even make them weep like this one.

But to Ailsa... it didn't matter how many of them there were.

None of the people she would actually have to take seriously had come this time around... at least none of them were here yet.

Attacks suddenly rained down from the skies above, and the world seemed like it was going to break apart at the seams.

Ailsa didn't move in the slightest, her white robes fluttering in the air. Her hair was like a golden waterfall, her crimson gaze so red that it seemed to reflect a blood

moon.

Her Summons acted on their own, beginning a battle at a scale that could only be described as an all-out war. And yet, this "war" was being fought by one woman against one of the most powerful organizations across the entirety of Existence. And yet, she seemed distracted.

As the Dao Gods above fell one after another, she only lightly took a step forward after a long while.

A ripple of gold spread out from under her feet, quickly forming an eight trigram diagram that seemed to want to swallow up the entire sky.

Behind her, a certain Fiend was still violently convulsing beneath the torture he was experiencing. No matter how sharp his tongue in the past, it had been dulled down to nothing more than a nub... both figuratively and literally.

If one had seen him before, you would have noticed that Ailsa had slowly ground it down with sandpaper, ignoring the shrieks and cries of pain until there was no tongue left to speak of.

Wouldn't just cutting it off have been far too casy?

Ailsa reached out a hand, and the stream of Life and Death seemed to ripple. At that moment, the energies of the world converged, and even the slightest injuries on her Summons were healed in an instant. Those that had fallen in battle were directly resurrected. And as though that wasn't enough, their strength seemed to take another step forward.

"Impossible!"

The voice that had spoken earlier couldn't help but call out once again.

Ailsa's strength seemed to be on an entirely different level, one that couldn't be described in just a few words. It felt like everything in the world was truly resting in the palm of her hands.

DOOM! DOOM! DOOM!

The heartbeat of the world grew erratic as it was constantly being pushed beyond its limits.

The echo of the voice was suddenly snuffed out.

Ailsa wasn't even really paying attention, but it seemed that he ended up dying in the rain of attacks. She couldn't be bothered to figure out who exactly was speaking.

By now, her tears had dried into sparkling trails along her delicate cheeks. From a distance, it looked as though they were a line of crystal droplets, shining and shimmering along with her beauty.

The redness of her eyes seemed to have settled down to the greatest extent. They were so red now that even a blood moon could not compare, feeling like the slightest poke could trigger a rain of crimson to bestow the world with the very same frustration and fury that she was feeling.

The split in the skies didn't vanish even as the ships came crashing down.

Ailsa stood in the midst of the carnage, her robes fluttering along with her hair. The meteor showers fell around her in droves, and yet no matter how loud the explosions or how great the destruction, her expression didn't so much as change. Finally, she seemed to have sensed what she wanted.

Looking up into the skies, another ship appeared, this one so large that it rivaled the size of the world itself.

On its helm were more black figures, and if Ryu was here, he would certainly recognize one of them. That was because offset to the side was the very same member of the Ruin Master Guild that he had faced off against all those decades ago now...

lam.

His Dao Title was unknown, and he went by this simple name.

However, it wasn't Iam who spoke first. It was the vague form of a man with a tall stature and a momentum that could seem to rival even Ailsa's.

Yet, with his appearance, Ailsa's reaction was just as indifferent.

"Dao Goddess Tatsuya... it seems that you have grown a great deal stronger. I am somewhat curious how you managed to accomplish that?"

"Curious...?" Ailsa said softly, almost as though speaking to herself. "... It's simple... my husband grew stronger, so I did as well..."