After regaining his strength, Ludwig walked toward James and the others in mid-air.

James, Thea, Helvius, Silvester, Nico, and the 400,000 Quasi Emperors kept retreating. Then, James absorbed the Curse Power inside the men’s bodies, alleviating their suffering.

“Who are you?” Ludwig stared at Melinda.

He sensed a terrifying aura that was not from this age emanating from her.

“Mount Hadad… The Sacred Blossom Painting… A dream, fleeting and transitory,” Melinda said.

“...” Hearing this, Ludwig unconsciously staggered backward. “Y-You are…”

His face paled.

“That’s right,” Melinda said, “I’m Melinda Theophanes, the daughter of the Ancestral God Hadad Theophanes.”

“Y-Y-You…” Ludwig stammered.

Melinda raised the sword in her hand. Then, a figure flashed. In the next instant, she was already back to her original spot.

Meanwhile, Ludwig had been decapitated. His head fell to the ground, and his soul dissipated. As his body gradually disappeared, a golden elixir appeared in the void.