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墨書 Inktalez
Chapter Three Hundred Sixty-Eight:
The hoarse voice expressed a tone of confusion.
It seemed to speculate why Freya had refused, and after a pause, it continued.
"Wear it, and it will allow you to traverse any area; it can take you away from here."
The Spirit clearly intended to find a way to make her wear the translucent ring.
However, a slight cold smile appeared on Freya's lips.
"Although my research on Spirits is not particularly deep, I do recognize the appearance of the Soul Devouring Ring. It seems that the long passage of time has dulled your intellect to a certain extent."
As she muttered softly to herself, a golden Sphere had somehow appeared in her hand, and her mental energy was immediately activated.
'Sizzle!'
A large Light Sphere suddenly exploded in Freya's hand, resembling a sun shrunk to an extreme point.
On the ground, the stone slab above and the surrounding stone walls instantly opened up numerous golden eyes.
The rich aura of Positive Energy filled the entire hall.
In this golden hall, Freya could clearly see strands of black Death Qi being purified by the Eye of Light.
However, on the central platform, that massive pitch-black shadow seemed unaffected, still standing there, though its floating tendrils showed signs of being worn down.
Nevertheless, Freya remained unconcerned.
Her true trump card has not been revealed much so far. Perhaps she has little way to deal with those sealed Hell Creatures, but when it comes to Spirits, Freya has many plans. After all, the Wizarding World is a place abundant with Spirits.
The Spirit remained silent, standing there. Freya glanced at the Jet Black Longsword beside it, her tone carrying a hint of coldness.
"Or perhaps you want to gain a new life through me?"
Suddenly, she spread her palm wide, and a dark green wind immediately spread over the distant Jet Black Longsword.
With a clang, the longsword was swiftly drawn from the ground and flew into Freya's hand.
This action instantly provoked the previously motionless Spirit to emit a roar from its very essence.
"Lord of Death does not allow Desecration!"
"Lord of Death?" Freya furrowed her brows as she held the icy longsword. Before she could examine the longsword that the Spirit cared about, she felt a massive aura rushing toward her.
Whoosh!!
Like a fierce ash sandstorm, large clouds of black dust rushed toward her, scattering her emerald green hair in all directions.
Suddenly, Freya's expression changed. She raised her left hand with all her might.
Crash!
In front of her, a gigantic Golden Eyeball quickly condensed and enveloped her body.
Under the protection of the Eye of Light, Freya saw that the numerous Eyes of Light originally spreading around were bursting like bubbles under this terrifying aura.
Staying in the golden main eye, Freya noticed that everything except the area beneath her feet was undergoing drastic changes.
It was as if time was flowing at an incredibly fast pace; the floor began to be covered with fine cracks and holes, and the distant stone platform quickly weathered under the influence of the black dust, soon reduced to just half.
Her pupils slightly constricted.
"Is this a similar ability to Decayed Domain?"
This special domain, Freya had seen in a Tome, could accelerate time within a fixed area, turning everything to ashes and nothingness in a very short period. It was one of the more terrifying Domain Abilities.
Such a dreadful domain could not be blocked by anything; however, Freya still existed under the protection of the Eye of Light, indicating that what this Spirit had created was merely similar.
Amidst the endless dust, a sudden sound echoed from afar.
'Tread tread tread tread'
Like the sound of hooves stepping, followed by the slow appearance of a massive figure.
It was a Giant Horse engulfed in black flames, its eyes shimmering purple, with faint purple smoke emanating from them.
Riding the Giant Horse was a knight clad in the same black armor, with a grotesque helmet resembling a skull and two sharp horns standing tall.
The knight wore a tattered cloak on his back and held a thick Lance in hand.
Crimson eyes glowed from within the knight's helmet. Freya stood before him like a Child, only reaching up to the legs of the Giant Horse.
Without warning, the knight's lance lunged directly toward Freya.
"Crack!"
The Golden Eyeballs surrounding Freya suddenly trembled, and a clear transparent crack appeared along the spear in front of her.
Freya's expression darkened. She reached for a white token from her waist, lightly brushed a subtle mark on it, and then threw it towards the knight.
As soon as the token left the Golden Eyeballs, it immediately expanded into a giant Centaur Phantom covered in blue light.
The Phantom held a Double-Edged Talisman in each hand and wore a Horns Helmet, each step it took splashing large amounts of frost. It charged fiercely at the knight.
"Bang!!"
The two massive creatures collided, instantly creating a deep thundering sound.
Without even glancing at the fierce battle between the two beings, Freya took out a slender green branch and began to murmur incantations.
A green light representing life blossomed from her hand, and the breath of life gradually revealed a green Seedling shape beneath her feet.
"Hiss."
The branch in her hand began to grow under the catalysis of the witchcraft.
Countless tender green branches started to extend from Freya's hand, making a soft creaking sound.
The Black Ash dust that had been lingering began to gradually dilute under the pressure of life force.
By the time the branches of the Tree of Life filled most of the hall, Freya released her grip with a slightly pale face and turned her gaze towards the battle over there.
The Centaur Phantom radiating blue light was obtained from Klyent.
It is said to be a combination of a soul fragment from a powerful entity collected from a ruin and crafted into a one-time Cursed Item by an Archmage specializing in the Necromancy Department.
It can be considered a half-Spirit, half-elemental puppet creature.
Moreover, Freya exchanged considerable resources to acquire it from Klyent.
However, Freya does not know the specific strength of this creature, as this is her first time using it after obtaining it. But it seems to be performing well so far.
The double-bladed axe of the Centaur Phantom splashes a large amount of frost with each swing, while the strikes from the Black Knight riding the Giant Horse are accompanied by countless unknown effects of Black Flame.
Throughout the vast hall, the roars of the two Spirit creatures echo, and it seems that neither side can gain the upper hand for now.
The aura of the Tree of Life spreads, and although the Spirit creatures are not significantly affected by this presence, it is certainly uncomfortable for them.
At this moment, as the surrounding branches extend, the knight engulfed in black flames is continuously pushed back by the Centaur Phantom.
Numerous fragments of fire fall and vanish into the air.
Suddenly, the knight on the Giant Horse halts abruptly. He deflects the axe swung by the Cavalry, disregarding the subsequent attacks, and raises his Lance with all his might.
“Dawn of Death!!”
An ancient and desolate aura erupts from him along with his roar.
The tip of his spear flashes with black lightning as it lunges toward the chest of the Cavalry.
The Centaur Phantom suddenly roared, and a snowflake pattern of icy blue slowly blossomed on its chest. Dense cold air gathered in its dual axes.
From a distance, Freya, who was busy crafting something, looked up and stared at the pattern on the Centaur Phantom's chest, momentarily taken aback.
"The soul fragment of the Cold Wave Giant in this Cavalry is actually from the Ancient Times' Cold Wave Giant. No wonder it is so powerful."
The Cold Wave Giant is a formidable existence that is infinitely close to being an Elemental Creature. According to existing data, this giant possesses physical strength and mental power comparable to a First-Level Wizard right from birth. With simple growth, by adulthood, it achieves strength no less than that of a Dawn Wizard.
The Transcendence's King of the Frost Giant is said to have a level similar to that of the Forest King, not much different from the King Cobra.
The two colossal beings collided violently.
Large swathes of black fire and cold ice spread outwards, causing even the recently touched green branches to show signs of withering.
In this intense airflow, a golden shield suddenly appeared in front of Freya, with its end connected to her index finger.
A white ring above was slowly turning black.
Ignoring the rapid consumption of the shield, Freya calmly placed what seemed to be a biological limb into the Rune Array.
Then she softly murmured an incantation, pressing her hands into the Rune Array.
'Sizzle!'
Countless white Light Bands erupted from the Rune Array, swirling towards the knight. Each strand of White Light emitted an aura of Positive Energy no less than that of the Eye of Light.
'Bang!!!'
A loud thud echoed.
The knight's Black Lance struck fiercely at the Cavalry's head, causing the Cavalry to stagger and nearly fall to the ground.
Just as the knight was about to continue the pursuit, countless Light Bands suddenly wrapped around its body and Giant Horse.
In just a moment, its dark figure was completely enveloped by the Light Bands, resembling a giant mummy.
"The Spirit Sealing Array specifically designed to seal Spirits increases its strength based on the level of resentment; ordinary methods cannot break it," Freya said, her forehead covered in fine beads of cold sweat as she straightened up, calmly gazing at the knight wrapped in Light Bands.
"I have a few questions for you. If your answers satisfy me, I might consider letting you go. Otherwise, I wouldn't mind having another powerful Spirit pet. Although you may not believe it, I currently have at least ten ways to make you, as a Spirit, understand that death is not the end of suffering."
With a sudden thought, the Light Bands on the knight's helmet loosened, revealing a face filled with crimson smoke.
Freya lightly tapped her feet on the ground and flew up to eye level with it.
The enormous Centaur Phantom behind her stood humbly, its Double-Edged Great Axe reinserted at its waist, waiting for Freya's next command.
Freya gently raised her seemingly ordinary Jet Black Longsword.
"Alright, now let's talk about what secrets this longsword holds!"
The question was thrown out.
However, the Spirit Knight stared intently at the Jet Black Longsword in her hand, its Crimson eyes filled with deep hatred.
After a long pause, its hoarse voice finally echoed from around.
"This is the Source of Evil, the Root of Destruction."
The two philosophically rich terms were uttered in the language of hell, causing Freya to furrow her brow slightly.
She looked at the longsword in her hand, but no matter how she examined it, it appeared no different from an ordinary longsword. In fact, she even discovered a fine burr on the hilt, suggesting that its craftsmanship was not very refined.
However, the only oddity was that after so many years, if it were an ordinary longsword, it would have long succumbed to the passage of time and become rusted and worn. Even if it wouldn't break from such deterioration, it shouldn't remain in such pristine condition.
As if sensing Freya's confusion, the knight's hoarse voice came again.
"Only the Lord of Death can wield it."
"Is that so?" Freya sheathed the longsword and looked down at him. "Then who is the Lord of Death?"
The knight fell into contemplation, the red mist in his eyes dimming. It seemed that this name puzzled him, or perhaps he had not brought this memory with him when he transformed into a Spirit.
Seeing his difficulty, Freya pondered for a moment before continuing.
"Alright then, moving on to the next topic. How did you know I needed Bloodline Power? What lured me into wearing the Soul Devouring Ring?"
The knight quickly answered this question.
"You possess a Bloodline Mark, seeking rebirth to regain your former glory."
"A Bloodline User, such an outdated term," Freya remarked dismissively about the latter part of his statement. "But it seems you are quite familiar with 'Bloodline Users.' I suppose your time alive was far enough in the past."
In Ancient Times, in order to combat the powerful beings of the past, wizards not only accepted their heritage but also summoned some entities from other worlds, among which was the Hell World, the closest to the Wizarding World.
The term "Bloodline User" is often used to refer to the reinforcements from these other worlds.
This giant knight may have participated in the battles against the Wizarding World.
"Although Spirits, as non-living entities, can perform many incredible feats, as far as I know, Spirits are not limitless. Since you can be here, it seems your bones are buried here as well. Tell me, where are your bones?"
Just as the knight was about to say something, a sudden tremor shook the stone slab above Freya's head.
The branches of the Tree of Life, set up in the hall to block the forces of pollution, suddenly withered strangely.
This sudden scene caused Freya to pause for a moment, and she soon felt a sinister and malevolent aura spreading in all directions.
Her expression changed as she turned to look through the stone door towards the outside of the hall, sensing that something terrifying was about to approach.
"What is that?"
The knight slightly raised his head, and his scarlet eyes, shrouded in red mist, suddenly brightened.
"The Apostles of the Lord of Death have completely revived." (To be continued.)
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