Chapter 436, Chapter 230: Aftermath in Darkness (Part 2)
The banquet hall, known for its prosperity and luxury, had long been destroyed by terrifying strands of hair. The spreading black tide was blocked by terrifying elemental turbulence, when suddenly a startling sword qi shot straight down!
“Ugh!”
The moment the Black Moon’s long river was destroyed, the dark elf Ivinstar spat out a mouthful of blood. Suddenly, with hands like jade, she grabbed the already tattered undead corpse beside her and threw it to block the abruptly descending sword qi. Her body flickered a few times beneath the black robe, dodging the magic turbulence of the bombardment, and appeared at the edge of the castle.
“That hateful woman! She still hasn’t appeared, as expected, she was just bluffing old me!”
Ivinstar spat blood again, her aura weakened and dispersed by who knows how much. Suddenly, she stomped her foot in anger: “That old guy, the High Priest, who knows how much mesmerizing soup he was fed to make a deal with them! And it’s me who has to take the fall!”
Seeing the young female mage opposite her, Lin Lan’s long hair fluttering, and the dazzling magic radiance condensing on the ornate staff she raised, she gritted her silver teeth and pulled the black robe on her body with her jade hand, waving it in the air.
“Boom!”
The magic, enough to destroy a city wall, collided with the robe Ivinstar threw, which turned into a dark curtain, and the erupting power shook the entire world. Ivinstar bit her tongue again, essence blood splattering, and her entire body turned into a black light, directly disappearing into the darkness.
“Ah… Humans, I was just dragged here to help, and I don’t have much enmity with you! If you have any problems, go find that bastard High Priest, and that undead lich, I’m going to find that runaway little girl!”
Marquis Mays held the hilt of his sword, retracting the magnificent sword light, and his eyes, which were watching the dark elf flee, furrowed slightly, but then relaxed again.
Although the Black Moon’s long river had been severed, the dark elf ranger’s strength was considered outstanding among all the Saint Ranks that Marquis Mays had seen. Even Eggesti himself would have to pay a considerable price to keep her completely.
“Eggesti.”
Vicena’s voice sounded. The magic elemental luster flowed from her golden-embroidered court long dress, and the mage girl twitched the Staff of Freedom, on which the ancient and magnificent staff condensed dazzling magic radiance.
Although Vicena wished she could capture this dark elf who had caused her much suffering in the past, at this moment, Vicena also knew the importance of considering the overall situation.
Even though the entire palace was divided and cut by the dazzling sword qi, pale gray undead magic was still surging out, dyeing the ordinary space into an undead domain.
Whether it was the initial four Saint-level corpses or the undead creatures re-summoned during the battle, they had all been destroyed by the fluctuations of sword qi and spells.
In the entire death domain, only the undead mage “Rogue,” whose broken black robe concealed his corpse-like appearance, with a pair of closed eyes burning with deathly spirit fire, remained.
As if he were the monarch of the death domain he stood upon.
Vicena couldn’t help but frown slightly. She had fought the undead mage “Rogue” several times. Although his strength could be considered strange, his mere Star Realm cultivation was enough to be wiped out with a wave of her hand by those at the pinnacle of the secular world like her and Eggesti.
However, Vicena clearly understood that from the beginning of the battle until now, the dark elf ranger had been mainly maintaining the “Black Moon’s Long River.” Undoubtedly, the undead sorcerer “Rogue” was the stronger enemy they were facing.
The elite soldiers brought by Douglas from Andelfir Province had all been eliminated under the clearing of the Twin Sword Knights, Duke Cambell, and others. The sound of naval cannons subsided, indicating that Black Knight Castle and the important stronghold of Lorinc’s defense had also been recaptured.
Clusters of elite silver-armored knights surrounded them, drawing their swords and vigilantly watching the remains of the undead sorcerer in the undead domain.
“With mere Star Realm magic, he can manipulate dozens of Liches of the same level, and even hundreds of knight puppets…”
Marquis Mays’s elongated voice came, looking at the sorcerer in the undead domain with sinister spirit fire in his eyes, and suddenly uttered: “Your Majesty Fatter, it is an honor to engage in this not-so-easy game with you during your leisure moments.”
Vicena, holding the Staff of Freedom in one hand, her beautiful eyes widened: “Wait, Eggesti, you said he is – Fatter?”
“Heh heh…”
A low laugh sounded from under the damaged hood. It was like rubbing bone fragments, but it was not sharp or harsh, rather it sounded like a voice fitted with a marvelous melody.
The “undead mage’s” bone-white hand supported the staff, and he slowly raised his face from under the cloak: his eyes still had spirit fire burning, but the color transformed from Netherworld to deep blue. With just a glance, one could feel pure rationality and endless knowledge.
“Your insight is good. May I ask from what point you deduced this: his magic power, or the spiritual power that ‘Rogue’ should not possess, or simply because Rogue originated from the domain of Hacklanten?”
“Fatter, it’s really you – you possessed him?”
Vicena’s voice was filled with shock, and even anger.
“If that’s the case, are all the strange occurrences in Lorinc and Your Majesty’s territory now orchestrated by you behind the scenes? Could it be – you want to declare war on His Majesty?”
“Miss Vicena, why be so surprised? However, what surprises me is that after not seeing you for decades, you are still so naive.”
The undead mage let out a hoarse “caw caw” laugh, his eyes with faint blue flames raised: “This is the land watched over by the Sacred Sword. Do you think Lancaster is unaware – or, does he really intend to declare war on me?”
“Lord Marquis, however, this is my territory.”
Marquis Mays walked in front of Vicena, his eyes deep and serious, “May I ask your reason? Could it be for the rumored half-divine rank?”
The undead sorcerer’s gaze fell on the Marquis.
“You are the young man who followed Lott back then… However, although you have achieved great things, your sword intent is ultimately quite different from his.”
Marquis Mays’s brows furrowed. The undead sorcerer’s hoarse voice continued:
“As for the rank of the old gods… Heh, what use are such mundane things to me? The entire world… only the unknown can attract me.”
For some reason, Vicena felt his gaze fall upon her, and a sense of extreme fear surged in her heart.
But this feeling quickly disappeared.
“The God of Creation Atlos… ‘Creation,’ ‘Destruction,’ his key might truly be able to open that unknown domain… However, there is no hurry for such a thing.”
Obscure and difficult-to-understand voices emerged bit by bit from the gaps in the bones.
The undead sorcerer suddenly looked up again, gazing at the girl’s body: “Lancaster’s sword has arrived. Miss Vicena, perhaps next time, in Hacklanten, I will prepare an afternoon tea party for you.”
“Wait—”
Vicena shouted. However, the “undead mage” merely vibrated his dry bones, made a “laughing” expression, and his body under the damaged black robe collapsed into pieces of withered bone.
And at the same time, a black tide-like radiance spread forth.
Marquis Mays turned around, his dark and twisted black shadow projected into the present space.
“Lord Marquis.”
The Peka Sword, the King’s blade, stepped forward. Although the title of respect was used, in everyone’s eyes, it seemed like a judgment.
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The length is a bit insufficient… so some content will be omitted. The next chapter will be the epilogue.
