Chapter 419: Dark Demon’s Divine Touch (4k)
“Perhaps due to the limitations of ritual formation, we didn’t use too many precious materials.”
Dark Demon wasn’t overly concerned about the strength of this Mana Spirit Card. He merely glanced at it through Mana feedback.
[Card Name: Vampire Noble]
[Type: Elemental Card]
[Level: ???????]
[Race: Undead]
[Attribute: Dark]
[Mana: 3500]
[Attack: 3200]
[Defense: 2500]
[Ultimate Skills: Vampire Ritual, Vampire Fangs, Blood Sacrifice, Embrace of Death.]
The “Vampire Noble” in “Yu-Gi-Oh!” is a highly effective five-star monster card. In terms of appearance, it doesn’t differ much from the Mana Spirit Card that Dark had created.
However, by now, he was no longer surprised by the fact that he could recreate characters from his previous life.
Even those four ultimate skills were only briefly glanced at before he lost interest.
Originally, the purpose of turning Ophelia Brad into a card was to save her. The card was just a form of salvation.
Of course, if after transferring Ophelia Brad’s soul consciousness away, this Mana Spirit Card could still be used, he would happily accept it.
After all, it was a seven-star Mana Spirit Card, and only Basitaur in his deck could rival it.
Currently, the urgent matter was to summon her.
“Summoning a seven-star Mana Spirit?”
Dark turned around, his gaze sweeping over his Mana Spirits one by one.
“Moo!”
The Big Milk Jar volunteered.
Under normal circumstances, to sacrifice summon a third-tier Mana Spirit, at least one second-tier Mana Spirit was required as a foundation.
Among the remaining second-tier Mana Spirits, there were only Big Milk Jar, Lion Beast, and Solo Sword Sheath.
“Hachaa!”
[7 – 4 = 3]
The Wrestler Eagle swiftly flew down after calculating.
Dark nodded and began the sacrifice summoning.
“In the name of Dark Demon, I offer up “Big Milk Jar” and “Wrestler Eagle” as sacrifices. Sacrificial summon — “Vampire Noble”!”
With the two seven-star Mana Spirits glowing, a massive sacrificial summoning array appeared before everyone.
Wit Gold looked excitedly at the gradually glowing sacrificial summoning array.
After experiencing great joy and sorrow in such a short time, he couldn’t wait to rush towards Ophelia Brad and embrace her tightly the moment she appeared.
However, when Ophelia Brad truly rose from the sacrificial summoning array, he froze in place.
The vampire lady, holding a black umbrella, though still recognizable in her features, was completely different in terms of physique and age.
Her pitiful appearance clearly indicated she was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl with pink hair like cherry blossoms, giving off a dreamy aura. If not for her crimson eyes and black bat wings, she might have been mistaken for a noble lady from a fairy tale castle.
Wit naturally couldn’t throw himself at a girl in front of so many people.
And Ophelia Brad, who had a death wish and even said her last words but didn’t die, felt awkward when facing her son.
That heartwarming reunion scene never happened.
“Ophelia!”
Professor Shylph’s stern voice interrupted their meeting.
Ophelia Brad turned to face her trusted professor, feeling even more embarrassed.
Now that she had become a Mana Spirit, the absolute loyalty to the Demon King generated by the first embrace had completely vanished. Recalling her recent misdeeds, she couldn’t help but feel regretful.
At this moment, she really wanted to find a bottomless hole to hide in, becoming an ostrich that knew nothing.
“Professor,”
Dark suddenly interjected, “Professor Shylph, let’s discuss the interrogation later.”
Upon hearing this, Professor Shylph couldn’t help but glance at Professor Ryan Hux.
Professor Hux rubbed his nose, his eyes darting away. “Don’t look at me; I know nothing.”
But Professor Shylph stated firmly, “Thanks to Professor Hux’s presence, tonight was safe and sound.”
In fact, Professor Ryan Hux played a crucial role in this ritual. Without him taking care of the students, Professor Shylph wouldn’t have been so at ease.
Professor Ryan Hux chuckled, “Where would I be without being a professor?”
Professor Shylph nodded, “After we get out, I hope you can take Tom Nixon to the infirmary. I’ll send Wit and the others back to the dormitories.”
Professor Ryan Hux immediately patted his chest, “No problem.”
Professor Shylph pointed toward the Ferris wheel, and a gentle breeze lifted the unconscious Tom Nixon.
Meanwhile, Dark started collecting the Mana Spirit Cards.
He first returned each Mana Spirit to its card, leaving only Lion Beast beside him, then released the Imp Beast from the Spell Cage.
He could still afford the Mana consumption of “Lion Beast” and “Vampire Noble.”
Only after Professor Shylph took care of Tom Nixon did he remove the “Paradise.”
Thus, the entire hall returned to its empty state.
“The ritual is over. This Demon King’s castle won’t last long.”
Ophelia Brad suddenly reminded them.
Professor Shylph nodded and said, “Handle your own remains yourself.”
Ophelia Brad closed her umbrella and awkwardly walked to the blood magic circle, picking up her body.
“Mom, can I…” Wit hurried over, wanting to help.
Ophelia Brad shyly declined, “No, I can handle it myself.”
Now as a Mana Spirit, she found her physical strength greatly increased. Lifting her own body was effortless.
It was just the feeling of carrying her own corpse that felt strange.
…
“By the name of Sarah Shylph, Mana Summoning — ‘Storm Carpet’!”
As Professor Shylph chanted, a carpet similar to one from “Aladdin’s Lamp” appeared before everyone.
This “Storm Carpet” was even wider, with chaotic winds blowing beneath it, howling continuously.
“Everyone, come aboard,” Professor Shylph said.
One by one, they boarded the carpet.
Silence reigned throughout.
Even Ophelia Brad and Wit Gold had nothing to say in this atmosphere.
After they left, the Demon King’s castle, which served as the center of the ritual, collapsed. All the obstacles on their path turned into Mana dust.
Amidst the thunderous noise, the hastily constructed ritual finally came to an end.
Professor Metia from the Spiral Bell Tower stepped out of the Pumpkin Carriage.
She looked down at the silent castle, deeply inhaling the cold air that filled her lungs.
“What a good omen!”
…
“Phew—”
The Storm Carpet dragged everyone out of the secret room, stopping abruptly in the corridor.
Professor Shylph was the first to step down, followed by the others.
She briefly handled the entrance to the secret passage, planning to reseal it later.
Then she turned to Professor Ryan Hux and said, “Professor Hux, Tom…”
“I’ve got it!” Professor Ryan Hux immediately agreed.
He promptly picked up Tom Nixon and walked away quickly.
“It seems Kazel’s craftsmanship is indeed excellent,” Professor Shylph remarked, looking at Ryan Hux’s prosthetic leg.
Next, they needed to deal with Wit and Robert.
So far, Wit and Robert were still unaware of the details of the ritual.
Professor Shylph had no intention of explaining it to them.
“First, to the Knight Academy Tower.”
With that, Professor Shylph led the way to the Knight Academy Tower.
The castle was eerily quiet at dawn, and their footsteps echoed in the corridors.
All the patrol constructs encountered along the way were easily dismissed by Professor Shylph.
They soon arrived at the Knight Academy Tower.
Accompanied by a professor, Wit and Robert weren’t barred from entering.
But just before entering, Wit suddenly turned back and asked, “Professor, can I go with you?”
Professor Shylph shook her head seriously.
Wit sighed and reluctantly looked at Ophelia Brad.
Professor Shylph softened, saying, “Since Ophelia has returned, you’ll have plenty of time to meet. Now, go back and get some rest. You don’t need to attend the first Summoning Spell class.”
Wit pursed his lips and nodded firmly, walking into the Knight Academy Tower.
As the door closed, Ophelia Brad, who had been watching him intently, finally withdrew her gaze.
“Alright, it’s your turn.” Professor Shylph glared at her fiercely and said, “Come with me!”
She waved her hand, and a wind elemental flew out, circling around the three of them.
Then a gentle breeze carried them upward, quickly reaching the top of the Spiral Bell Tower.
Metia had been eagerly waiting, but she stopped in shock after half a step. “Leah, what happened to you?”
Ophelia Brad looked aside, feeling embarrassed.
“Get into the carriage.” Professor Shylph pointed, and the four of them entered the Pumpkin Carriage.
From the outside, it seemed spacious enough.
But once inside, it was even more spacious, almost three times larger than it appeared.
Dark observed the interior curiously, storing Lion Beast back into the Mana Spirit Card and letting the Imp Beast accompany him.
“You must be tired.”
Professor Metia invited him to sit, then waved her wand, causing a teapot and several cups to fly over and pour tea automatically.
As the sweet scent of black tea wafted through the carriage, the atmosphere relaxed slightly.
Dark picked up a cup, blew on it, took a sip, and waited quietly for the trial to begin.
Ophelia Brad sat alone across from him, head bowed like a child who had done something wrong.
Professor Shylph said sternly, “Enough pleasantries. What did you do with the ‘Great Prophecy’?”
Ophelia Brad lowered her head deeply, “I let the Demon King escape?”
“That’s all?” Professor Shylph frowned, “Then you chose to commit suicide to atone?”
Ophelia Brad struggled to speak, “That was the only way. Actually, I had already been converted to the Demon King’s servant while in Bustedia Prison, and everything I did had to be loyal to him.”
Professor Metia raised her hand, “Wait, are you sure you succeeded?”
Ophelia Brad replied slowly, “I used the ritual and ‘Great Prophecy’ to create a possibility, but it required the Demon King’s cooperation.”
Professor Metia said, “In other words, you went to great lengths just to give him a chance to commit suicide?”
Ophelia Brad bowed her head, “You could put it that way.”
The carriage fell silent for a moment.
Dark suddenly spoke up, “Did the Demon King actually commit suicide?”
Ophelia Brad lowered her head even further, “Yes, he did.”
“That complicates things,” Professor Metia leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. “If what you’re saying is true, then the Church of the Saints should be in turmoil right now. Well, anything else you want to add?”
Ophelia Brad suddenly looked up, her red eyes gleaming with excitement, “Before my death, I felt that the Demon King accepted the ‘fate’ I created for him. But afterward, the ritual wasn’t over.”
She turned to look at Dark sincerely, “Dark Demon extended and adjusted the ritual. Not only did he save me, but he also gave the Demon King a new ‘fate’.”
Professor Shylph frowned, “Stop imitating Metia and speak clearly.”
Beside her, Dark suddenly understood something.
Ophelia Brad immediately explained, “In short, the Demon King was completely sealed off, with no chance of suicide. I created a chance for him.
Naturally, he would accept and choose to commit suicide. But because the ritual had后续步骤，他在自杀后也需要承担相应的命运。
换句话说，他在转换容器的过程中也会遭遇类似‘心智被消磨’的命运，但他不像我这么幸运……
奥菲莉娅·布拉德看向达克，感激道：“虽然我不知道达克是怎么做到的，但那肯定不是一般的手段。没有他帮助的魔王，必定会因为仪式的影响而遭遇困境，比如丢失记忆，或者干脆变成傻子！”
