Chapter 131: The Joint Effort
Translator: Kris_Liu Editor: Vermillion
Holding the Sun Scepter in his hand, Sard expanded the divine power circles and let them fully cover the city. By doing this, Sard actually brought the battle field into another dimension, in order to avoid the horrible destruction of the city that could be expected from such a battle.
Then, Sard answered in a slow pace, “Someone’s handling the troubles there for me. No worries.”
“There’s only one person who can deal with it.” Tiphotidis surrounded itself with a fiend circle and blocked the divine power circles from affecting it without much effort, “You worked with the grand arcanist, Yaroran Hathaway?! How dare you! You helped her come back from the secret dimension?!”
“Well… There is no everlasting friend, and no everlasting enemy.” Sard smiled.
Looking around, Tiphotidis saw no other cardinals present, not to mention the pope.
“As you might notice, I’m the only grand cardinal here,” Sard was still talking in a very calm tone, “because I’m very interested in the legendary archmage called Maskelyne, and the secret of the dimension called the World of Souls. You and Apsis must know about that.”
“Risk… That’s a big risk.” Tiphotidis burst into a raucous laughter, “You greedy human beings. You think you can stop me on your own with a bunch of stupid shining magic circles? Tell me… would you dare tell Yaroran the complete truth?”
Sard was definitely well prepared. He shrugged easily, “Oh, I’m sorry… I’m not really on my own.”
Rhine, in his black shirt and red long jacket, showed up behind the Great Master of Argent.
Without even looking back, Tiphotidis sneered, “Little filthy vampire.”
Two pairs of huge, black bat wings bulged out of Rhine’s back. And the aura of Rhine’s darkness and evilness somehow matched the holy light surrounding Sard perfectly well. His eyes, instead of being the usual scarlet eyes a vampire had, were still silver.
“Long time no see, Tiphotidis. For your information, there are different kinds of vampires, but it seems that you’ve already forgotten me,” greeted Rhine casually.
“Count Silver Eye, the Observer. It’s you.” Tiphotidis got serious.
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Above Elsinore lake, the cardinals, gold knights, and night watchers floating in the sky besieged their enemies.
Within the circle, there was a male and a female.
The man in the black robe with brown hair and dark blue eyes was Rogerio, Mr. Deroni’s business partner that Lucien actually met once before. According to Verdi’s words, Rogerio and a radiant knight were supposed to be fighting against Camil at that moment.
The woman was very beautiful, and her silver gray eyes were very impressive. Wearing a dark purple robe, she looked rather cold. Slowly lifting up her hand, she pointed her finger at Ilia, his priests and the dark knights, who were very confused right now, and slightly moved her lips,
“Elements Resolve.”
Immediately, Ilia, the level seven grand priest, was turned into a variety of different substances: black particles, smoke, small clusters of green wildfire, pungent sulphur powder, and even his great fiend power was being swiftly disintegrated.
Very soon, the level seven grand priest, plus his six great priests, twelve priests and all the dark knights were completely turned into colorful small particles floating the air. Soon afterwards, nothing was left of them.
Although the horrifying wraith wearing black robe was resolving as well, the colorful particles in the air did not disappear. A moment later, the particles reunited together and the monster appeared again.
“Apsis, go back to your Skeleton Land,” the woman said shortly.
A shining gate suddenly emerged in front of the monster. After silently staring at the woman for a moment, the black-robed monster obediently stepped into the gate.
Then, the lake became peaceful again. Thanks to the timely arrival of the Church, the residents of the small town were saved.
“Now, you can go.” The lady was still very cold. She commanded the powerful cardinals and knights to leave as if she was giving an order to her minions.
Amelton, Hayward and Rafati turned around silently and left submissively. Although they had no idea why she was there, they were more than grateful that she did not bother killing them.
After all, the lady was an arcanist. She was one of the greatest arcanists ever in history, Yaroran Hathaway, the Lord of Elements, who ranked the sixteenth place on the Church’s Cleansing List.
After the Church and the people of the duchy left, Rogerio came in front of Hathaway and questioned her with a slight bit of anger, “Your Excellency, how can you violate the decision made by the lords of the congress?”
Taking a glance at Rogerio, Hathaway’s silver gray eyes remained cold. “Did I agree to it? Without my consent, no decision is valid.”
“But…” Rogerio tried to insist.
However, Hathaway cut him off directly, “Every grand arcanist has the power of veto, and you’d better keep this in mind. By the way, I don’t want that there’s anyone trying to poke their nose into the internal affairs of the Holm family.”
After finishing her phrase, she disappeared in the air.
When Hathaway was gone, Rogerio’s face suddenly became more relaxed, as if the anger he showed earlier was just something fake. Facing an internal power struggle among the grand arcanists, even an archmage needed to be very careful.
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On the wildlands outside of Melzer Black Forest, bodies were overlapping each other.
Grabbing Verdi’s neck with her right hand, Camil directly lifted him up, “Where’s the princess?”
Verdi knew that he was totally hopeless now, and he sneered, “In the black forest. Maybe my knights have already found and killed her.”
Camil grabbed his neck even tighter.
“Tell… tell me, Camil…” Verdi could not breathe and the words were squeezed out of his throat, “Did the grand duke… ask you… to kill my father?”
“Go to hell.” Camil directly exploded Verdi’s body into pieces with extremely powerful water spouts.
Until the last second of Verdi’s life, he felt no regret.
Entering the black forest, Camil started to trace the smell of Natasha’s blood. At some point ahead, she was a bit hesitant, since both directions had the smell.
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Ghost Aloe looked completely different from common aloes. It had five long white leaves, as if its color had faded a long time ago. With transparent, long thorns growing on their tips, the leaves were very wrinkly, looking just like the skinny, wizened fingers of an old witch with long and sharp nails.
Natasha was feeling much better. She plucked the aloes and crumpled the leaves up. Some aloe sap came out.
“Lucien, you help me put them on my wounds, and I help you with the blood on your back.” Natasha did not feel shy at all.
Lucien knew that this was not a proper time to talk about proper manners between a man and a woman. He nodded and followed Natasha’s request. When he was rubbing the small aloe balls on Natasha’s wounds, he witnessed the great self-healing power of a grand knight: the wounds on her body were healing in a visible way.
“How do you feel?” Natasha joked, “First time seeing a girl’s lower abdomen?”
Lucien thought silently in his mind that girls wearing bikini in his own world were a very common sight, and he should have seen way more girls’ lower abdomen than Natasha, but he still answered seriously, “Horrible… many parts of your inner organs are damaged. I feel I’ll have a nightmare.”
“You should be grateful if we manage to survive the night and you can still have a chance to sleep in a bed while having a nightmare.” Natasha laughed, “As long as my inner organs are not destroyed completely, for a grand knight such as me, whose power is close to that of a radiant knight and with a special Blessing, the situation is not too bad.”
“We’ll see…” Lucien frowned his eyebrows while he was still rubbing the aloe balls on Natasha’s wounds.
“You don’t believe me?” Natasha giggled, “I’ll be alright, Lucien. Seriously, if we got lost in the forest and we needed to eat, you could cut piece of my heart, livers or kidneys off and roast them for food. Isn’t that great?”
“Not really… Your Grace.” Lucien released a long sigh. Sometimes he really had no idea how to deal with Natasha’s sense of humor.
“Well…” Natasha added, “If I didn’t get enough food, my body would stop recovering, and I would die, too, just like common people.”
“I won’t let it happen,” answered Lucien calmly. “In ten minutes, we should be close to Massol River.”
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Aalto.
Tiphotidis, the Great Master of Argent, was tightly constrained by the many divine power circles controlled by Sard with all of his power.
In front of Tiphotidis, Rhine lifted up his right hand, and the huge bat wings were fully stretched open. Suddenly, the night sky lit up due to a full moon that appeared with its bright silver radiance.
The moon was becoming bigger and bigger, and also brighter and brighter.
Tiphotidis saw a blurry figure with blond hair inside the silver moon, and only the figure’s scarlet eyes could be seen clearly. Slowly, the figure lifted up a sword.
The Great Master of Argent was shocked, “You can borrow the power?!”
With an evil smile, Rhine tilted his head slightly to one side, and he suddenly dropped his right hand with great speed. Simultaneously, the blond-haired figure hacked the sword downwards.
The silver moonlight blinded Tiphotidis’s eyes when it heard Rhine’s words, “Remember me whenever you see the moon.”
