Chapter 118: Act 51 – Fishing in Troubled Waters (Part 2)
Find that Elemental Revelation Scroll.
In fact, using the Elemental Revelation Scroll to open the Elemental Pool doesn’t take much time, and since it’s the first time opening the Elemental Pool, absorbing the rich elemental power contained within the scroll will fill the opener’s new, almost formless ‘small pond’ with the four elements.
With those elements, he can afford the ‘Holy Sword’—
With the Holy Sword, at the very least, he should be safe from this thing.
This was also the reason he had previously released those spiders; he thought that the Wind Elemental Spider, born of elements and magic, should be better at finding such an item than he was.
Brendel fully understood the entire plan in an instant, and he turned around and shouted, “Charles.”
“I understand, Lord.”
The young wizard apprentice turned back and smiled slightly. “Good luck, Lord. I hope to see you again soon—”
Brendel nodded seriously; his wizard retainer had already raised the ruby in his hand. Countless white threads instantly extended from the gem between his thumb and index finger. These white lines, or rather the protective, defensive, and reactive parts out of the 130 million laws established by Martha from another world, were momentarily selected, brightening up and intertwining. The solid wall emitted a golden glow, then vanished into the void.
The skeletal figure clad in blood-red armor swung its axe with a strike on the wall.
Ripples spread out, and the gem in Charles’s hand cracked open with a snap, but this little wizard apprentice continued to maintain his magic at the cost of exhausting his medium.
“Go,” he murmured.
Brendel glanced back, then turned to push open another door and rushed out. He didn’t know who currently held the Elemental Revelation Scroll, but although the underground trading would hand over items on the spot, the nobles preferred to have the auction items sent directly to their estates after the auction to maintain their decorum.
So he had a chance.
He hurried down the corridor; the exhibition room was in the direction where Balthom and the others had left. However, such buildings generally had emergency exits. It would be much easier if he could find one, but as he opened door after door, disappointment mounted, and he gradually became anxious.
Before long, he heard a loud noise behind him—that was the sound made by the executioner of the Crusader; it seemed he hadn’t given up the pursuit.
Charles was already dead.
Brendel couldn’t help but assess his condition; the highland retainer’s card was displaying a rare gray hue, centrally located among all his cards. The Wind Elemental Spider card was similarly affected; the previous losses had left this card half-gray, making it evident that summoning-type cards faced threats from the graveyard.
He hesitated for a moment before abandoning the idea of recalling the remaining Wind Elemental Spiders; it was difficult to find the right target alone in this auction house. However, the Wind Elemental Spiders born of elements and magic would surely be more adept at locating the whereabouts of the Elemental Revelation Scroll or its holder.
But he turned back, and the sounds behind him drew closer.
It seemed that the terrifying undead had no intention of giving him any time—
At that moment, a Wind Elemental Spider shot out from a room and landed at his feet—it paused for a moment, then dashed off in another direction. Found it? Brendel was startled and immediately pursued. His agility far exceeded that of the Wind Elemental Spider, making it easy to keep up with the little creature, but the heavy sounds behind him were growing nearer, making his heart race.
How much further?
Would he be caught?
Was it really the Elemental Revelation Scroll?
There were too few certainties, but Brendel had to grit his teeth and take a gamble. He turned the corner with the little blue creature and saw several corpses lying haphazardly across a nearby passage; it appeared they were all staff of the auction house.
And there were enemies. Brendel’s heart immediately raced, but he soon saw several black-clad skeleton soldiers wielding long swords stagger out from the doors on either side, and he let out a sigh of relief. The charge skill activated in an instant, and the young man swept past those low-level undead like a gust of wind—these skeletons had been his formidable foes just over a month ago, but now they were like true cannon fodder.
The first skeleton extended its sword toward him at a slow speed in his eyes, but Brendel’s strike was ten times faster; its sword was still in midair when its bony hand separated from its joints, a white flame erupting from the break. This flame was quickly drawn to its entire body by a thread of silver light, causing it to ignite.
Brendel dashed through seven skeletons in an instant. As he sheathed his sword, these skeletons instantly collapsed behind him.
However, the young man had no time to celebrate, as he saw that the blood-red figure had caught up to the corner.
22-level agility against less than 10-level agility, the Crusader’s executioner swung its axe like a shadow charging toward him—the ceiling shattered before him, but this minor resistance couldn’t negate several levels of agility. Brendel had no way to evade; he could only grit his teeth and counter with a vertical chop.
When the elven sword met the giant axe, a sharp, grating noise rang out, and the sword bent back at an odd angle. Brendel felt as if his right hand was breaking with every inch; in an instant, he lost all sensation in that direction. He only felt himself and his sword being sent flying back, crashing against the wall.
The only stroke of luck was that he landed right beside the door where the Wind Elemental Spider had stopped. He gritted his teeth and got up immediately, commanding the Wind Elemental Spider to charge in while he rolled through the door. At that moment, he wished desperately for Martha’s blessing, hoping the room held the Elemental Revelation Scroll.
However, as he rolled in, raising his head with hope, he saw the last thing he wanted to see.
A bone puppet had turned to look back from beside a mercenary’s corpse, seemingly surprised to find someone outside. This undead creature was wielding a bloody scythe, staring at Brendel with the dim green fire in its eye sockets. And the young man saw that it tightly clutched something in its other hand.
A crystal ball, clear and translucent, burning with blazing flames inside.
The spark of fire.
The bone puppet instinctively lifted the scythe, but Brendel was quicker; he propped up his unconscious right hand with his left – the intense pain nearly made him shudder – but he still gritted his teeth and shouted, “Oss!”
The immense wind pressure instantaneously caused the air in the entire room to constrict slightly before bursting open with a bang. The violent wind formed straight lines shooting forward, the bone puppet’s armor instantly collapsing, deforming, and then bursting backward into the wall. The wall also caved inwards, crumbling to create a massive void.
The strong wind formed a radiating shockwave, shattering any obstacles in its path. The bone puppet, being a black iron beast of lower power, was not like the gargoyle, which emphasized defense, and was instantly broken just like the swordsman in the wooden fortress.
With a crunch, the half-body bone puppet knelt on the ground.
Brendel then lunged forward and snatched the spark from its hand. He didn’t know whether this thing would be useful, but there was no time to consider that now; he turned back and indeed saw the executioner of the Crusader at the door, one hand grabbing the crushed Wind Elemental Spider that was still dripping greenish liquid.
The terrifying undead, seeing Brendel with no way to escape, couldn’t help but grin—this smile didn’t represent its intelligence but rather the dark being’s instinctual thirst for bloodshed.
“Smile all you want,” Brendel raised the spark with his left hand, gritting his teeth to crush it—
The crystal ball shattered instantly, a fiery red halo spreading out from within. The halo first passed over Brendel, then expanded tenfold within a breath, sweeping through the Crusader’s executioner. The monster was just lifting its axe, but it froze for an instant, as if caught in a spell.
At that moment, in Bruglas, every wizard and elementalist, anyone with magic power, instantly changed their expressions and paused in their tasks, looking toward the direction of Bruglas City.
The red halo further expanded, crossing the auction house, moving beyond the entire Hood District, traversing Bruglas City, and at an incredible speed extending into the outskirts of Bruglas City, spreading several miles away before slowly stopping and fading into nothingness.
Though this moment was brief, in all the camps of the Silver Wing Cavalry within Bruglas City—soldiers witnessed their shadow hounds vaporize in an instant, then vanish without a trace.
That was the power of order.
The undead creatures also revered the one true god, Martha, and like humans, they too existed within order. The reorganization of order when the spark was ignited shouldn’t have affected everything that originally fell under order; however, the Crusader’s executioner was different.
It was a nest creature.
Whether man-made or natural, everything in the nest, except for the guardian of the nest, inherently possessed the power of chaos. Yet, when the spark ignited, they were the first to be impacted—a lowly existence like the shadow hound was unable to resist, vaporizing instantly.
And the Crusader’s executioner, caught in the immense shock, momentarily found itself unable to move.
From Brendel’s perspective, it suddenly took nearly 110 points of damage in that instant. The young man couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief; at least he had made the right bet. Although no one had ever fancied testing such a trivial thing with a valuable spark, certain fundamental rules of this world couldn’t be changed.
For example.
The absolute opposition of chaos and order.
The young man took a deep breath and then scrambled up and ran for his life; it looked like he didn’t have much time left, as the Crusader’s executioner wouldn’t remain motionless indefinitely.
He had to find that Elemental Revelation Scroll quickly.
(PS. I truly hope 30 million isn’t painful.)(To be continued, for further developments, please log in, more chapters await, support the author, support genuine reading!)
