Chapter Seventy-Six: Weaving the Web
June 23, 2015
Author: Zhu Sheng Fu Tu
The air seemed to grow increasingly heavy.
In the pitch-black corridor, a tall and burly figure slowly emerged.
It was an orc with an unusual appearance, having only a small tuft of upright hair. Standing over two meters tall, its muscles exuded a terrifying explosive power. Unlike the exaggerated muscles of a barbarian, this orc’s muscles were remarkably refined. Upon closer inspection, one could see that each muscle group on its body was extraordinarily strong, even containing a more fearsome explosive power than Soren!
“Blade Saint has arrived at the target location.”
The orc gazed around with cold eyes, and then a barely visible orb of light appeared in its palm. It communicated directly in its mind: “No other obstacles detected at the target location, may I remain on standby?”
Time passed bit by bit.
About one or two minutes later, a frivolous female voice echoed, slowly stating: “Blade Saint, ready!”
“The bait has entered the designated area.”
“Minions of the prey have appeared! Beware of the Church’s priests of the Spider Queen! The prey has yet to be sighted!”
The orc nodded slowly and replied, “Blade Saint understands.”
“Is the Element Pool charged? The charging of the [Elemental Fission Wave Blade] cannot reach Artifact Tier Five, I cannot guarantee breaking through the Spider Queen – Rose’s Spiritual Energy Field!”
The frivolous female voice sounded again,淡淡道: “Extracting demiplane energy, expected to peak in 24 hours.”
The orc nodded again, saying, “Understood. Blade Saint stands by, ready to receive orders at any time.”
Click.
A slight sound of footsteps came from the side corridor.
The orc Blade Saint, standing still, suddenly turned around to gaze into the darkness a short distance away, where the figures of the Vampire Son and the Hell Poet appeared.
Shock!
It wasn’t just the orc Blade Saint who was somewhat taken aback; the expressions on the faces of the Vampire Son and the Hell Poet were also somewhat astonished.
Neither side had detected the other in advance.
This meant their hidden abilities were roughly equal, and only when the distance closed enough did they become aware of each other’s concealed presences.
“Blade Saint!”
The Vampire Son glanced at him, and her expression subtly changed. Telepathically, she communicated with the Hell Poet, saying gravely, “A Blade Saint above Legend!”
The Hell Poet quickly replied, “Half-breed orc! Doesn’t seem like a being from the Material Plane.”
“Could be from the Astral Realm.”
The Vampire Son’s face showed no change, but inside, she felt a storm brewing, solemnly saying, “Astral Blade Saint?”
The Hell Poet tightened his grip on the magic flute and replied, “It’s possible.”
The Vampire Son noted, “He seems quite powerful.”
The Hell Poet responded, “Stronger than me.”
The Vampire Son exclaimed, “How is that possible? Wouldn’t that mean he is…!”
The Hell Poet interrupted, “Can’t judge his specific strength, but it’s certain he hails from the Astral Realm; he carries residual Astral energy.”
The Vampire Son pondered, “Could he have been attracted by the God of Half-Elves and Wanderers?”
The Hell Poet replied, “It’s possible. Such entities seem to have little that can attract them except in divine domains. However, the God of Half-Elves and Wanderers doesn’t seem to resonate with his powers, unless he’s simply interested in divinity!”
The Vampire Son proposed, “Since he’s an opponent, should we take him out early?”
The Hell Poet advised, “Chances are slim! Besides, we haven’t seen the prey yet. Engaging with an Astral Blade Saint first doesn’t seem like a profitable deal, does it?”
The Vampire Son said, “It seems this battle for dominance will be challenging! Many reclusive strong ones have been attracted by the divine essence?”
The Hell Poet replied, “I don’t know. Let’s act according to the situation.”
On the other side.
Upon noticing the two figures, the orc Blade Saint immediately sent a mental transmission: “Unknown targets detected! One is in Saint form. The other seems to be the legendary Hell Poet.”
“Should I treat them as obstacles and eliminate them?”
After a moment,
A cold voice like metal grinding echoed in the orc Blade Saint’s mind, slowly saying, “Do not act rashly!”
“They might be attracted by the bait.”
“If they have no hostile intent, let them leave. I have already instructed the Butterfly to monitor them within the Spiritual Energy Field. One bait alone might not successfully draw the prey out, recalculating combat plans. The Saint-form target is the Vampire God, marking it as the second bait to lure the Spider Queen!”
The orc Blade Saint nodded towards the Vampire Son, thinking, “Blade Saint understands.”
A brief silence followed.
The Vampire Son glanced at the orc Blade Saint who nodded slightly at her, using telepathy to say, “It seems he has no intention of attacking us.”
The Hell Poet added, “That’s for the best. We should leave from the side.”
The Vampire Son questioned, “Are we just leaving like this? An Astral Blade Saint is extremely rare! Don’t you want to test his strength?”
The Hell Poet explained, “When a Blade Saint engages, it’s not a test; it becomes a life-or-death battle! If we confront him, the outcome will be decided in mere seconds. This isn’t about probing the enemy; it’s about fighting for our lives.”
The Vampire Son conceded, “You have a point. Then let’s leave.”
“However, it’s really a pity. I haven’t encountered an enemy like this before, and it seems recent disturbances have drawn many strong ones back from the Astral Realm.”
The Hell Poet urged, “Let’s go. Such Astral travelers rarely act alone; he might have companions nearby.”
The two sides did not engage too much.
The Vampire Son and the Hell Poet cautiously exited through the side corridor, while the orc Blade Saint stood still, waiting until their figures had completely vanished before retracting his gaze: “Target has left.”
A magnetic female voice sounded: “Understood. The target has been placed under the monitoring range of the Spiritual Energy Field.”
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Eighty kilometers away from the orc Blade Saint’s location.
A stoic monk stood atop a towering stone pillar, his gaze fixated on the darkness before him, as if observing something through the mist: “Monk has reached the designated location.”
“Monk, ready!”
A frivolous female voice chimed: “Remain on standby! Have you noticed any anomalies?”
The monk replied, “Found traces of the Wax Melting Demon. The prey may have emerged, but their concealment ability is too high; they are not appearing within our detection range.”
Another cold metallic voice sounded: “Tower Spirit #5, take over detection authority within fifty kilometers.”
“Monk, prepare for battle.”
“Once the target appears, immediately clear other nearby obstacles, ensuring no further interference exists near the prey.”
The monk nodded: “Monk understands.”
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Fifty kilometers away from the monk’s location.
In the warped shadows, something seemed to exist. Before him was a fully armed squad of Drow Elves, flanked by petrified lizard knights, with male Drow Rangers scattered to guard, while a group of female Drow Priests and spellcasters occupied the center. Behind what appeared to be a Drow matron were some fearsome, grotesque monsters known as the legendary—Spider Elves.
Half Drow Elves above, half gigantic spiders below—these terrifying monsters!
Twisted minds.
Mad, bloodthirsty desires, and the terrifying destructive urges twisted by hatred!
Spider Elves were the losers in the internal conflict of the Drow, transformed into such monsters by the power of the Spider Queen and considered among the most troublesome and despised creatures in the Underdark.
The shadows gradually began to fade.
The squad of Drow Elves continued to advance, but within the darkness, a gaze was fixed upon them: “Wanderer has identified the target.”
“Drow Matron, petrified lizard knights, and Spider Elves sighted.”
“The prey has undoubtedly appeared!”
“However, the exact location of the target cannot yet be detected!”
A cold metallic voice instructed: “Increase the distance; do not get too close to the target. Report the target’s position at all times, as the Spider Queen may be hiding among the group.”
A faint trace in the darkness responded: “Understood.”
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Elemental Altar.
Soren gazed at the last Elemental Altar before him, his emotions tightened as he gripped his curved blade; once he obtains the fourth elemental crystal, [Wind], he can proceed to the final challenge.
The Four Great Elemental Elders.
Merging the four elemental crystals will summon the Wind Elemental Elder, Water Elemental Elder, Fire Elemental Elder, and Earth Elemental Elder.
They are all creatures of Legendary Rank.
Only after defeating them all can the final loot be obtained.
A fragment of a sealed divine essence!
This fragment comes from an ancient Evil God. Though merely a shattered fragment, it is capable of elevating someone to the realm of [Demigod].
Divinity + Divine Essence = Demigod Domain.
Soren already possesses enough divine power; with the divine essence, he can advance to [Demigod] at any time.
There might not be too obvious changes in strength!
But there is one aspect that is crucial for Soren now: once he advances to the [Demigod] realm, he will completely disregard the legendary spell [Time Stop].
This legendary spell will become utterly ineffective against him; no matter the level of the spellcaster he faces, he will no longer sit idly by!
This is also the greatest value of advancing to the Demigod realm.
Moreover, as long as Soren can elevate the divine essence level to [Weak Divine Essence], he can transform into [Saint Form], effectively ignoring 1-3 tier spells. The Saint Form has exceptionally high resistance to low-level spells, many of which cannot even breach the energy field of the Saint Form.
Only by advancing to [Demigod] will he truly step into the domain of deities.
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