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Chapter 615: Speculation

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Seeing the familiar view, Lucien immediately recalled the identity of the sphinx mummy before him. It was exactly Finks, the King of Sphinxes that he encountered when he accomplished Rhine's task.

At that time, it was sealed inside a coffin, and it was executed by him with Pale Justice after his resurrection, falling into dormancy again. When he escaped through the gap of the World of Souls, he saw the shadow of its mausoleum, the bloodstained ball of light, and the weird red 'spider threads', which made him realize that it was actually sealed in the World of Souls.

Right now, its real self had been slain by the Sword of Truth through the projection. There was no need to worry about sealing him anymore, because beings which had completely died could not be sealed.

"Is this a projection? Sacrificing the wisdom to obtain the original strength? No wonder my 'Fateful Meteor' failed to destroy it." Douglas said speculatively. 'Fateful Meteor' could destroy all the life-preserving preparations when it was imposed on the real self, but it could not destroy the real self through projections or clones.

Lucien said solemnly, "Perhaps it's not only because it sacrificed its wisdom. I suspect that it was sealed in the World of Souls because somebody intended to extract the power in the light ball of its godhood. Right. It is Finks, the King of Sphinxes."

"Finks, the legend who died ten thousand years ago?" Douglas was very familiar with ancient civilizations. Also, Finks' mausoleum still lied in the southern desert of the Gusta Empire today.

Fernando, on the other hand, grasped the key point in Lucien's words. "The ball of godhood?"

Lucien nodded and described what he saw in Finks' mausoleum and the reflection of the World of Souls.

If it were a few years ago, they wouldn't have known what the weird ball that could not be touched or approached was, but right now, they had absolutely no doubt that it was a cluster of godhood.

After a brief silence, Douglas said solemnly, "So to speak, Finks was possibly not really dead ten thousand years ago. It was actually captured by somebody of the World of Souls and sealed in a specific place to gather the ball of godhood. The projection to defend the Temple of Spirits was only a side effect."

"Hehe. That explains why there were no fake gods in the main material world until the War of Dawn! I checked all the ancient records and discovered no fake gods at all! I was most curious about that. Since there were so many fake gods during the War of Dawn, it meant that the main material world had the conditions to gather the ball of godhood, but why are there so many fake gods in the alternate dimensions but none in the main material world? Because the World of Souls is behind everything." Fernando sniffed.

Erica frowned. "Are you suggesting that every legend or powerful creature who could possibly gather the ball of godhood was noticed by the World of Souls, and they died 'naturally' when they almost succeeded?"

"More or less. According to Evans' report, the mysterious existence of the World of Souls recovered a lot by absorbing the godhood of the same nature. Perhaps, the legends of the World of Souls captured the King of Sphinxes and transformed his godhood in order to awaken him." Vicente said gloomily.

For a legend like Finks, although he would not collect godhood actively, the light of godhood would be naturally gathered in him after he was worshiped by all the tribes of sphinxes. Then, he caught the World of Souls' attention.

Also, since he was not really dead, the spontaneous power of faith would be gathered where he was sealed, making it impossible for future generations to become a 'god'. It should be the same case for 'Amboula', the Lord of Ocean worshiped by the Kuo-toans. Even though the emperor of the Kuo-toans was stronger than him, he could not sense any power of faith at all.

That was why no fake gods had ever appeared after the age of myths. It was not until the War of Dawn that a large group of people began to preach and collect faith.

After a brief conversation, the six legendary sorcerers had basically uncovered the scheme that lingered for tens of thousands of years.

The World of Souls had always been peeping at and threatening the main material world. It was definitely not harmless!

The exploration was much more valuable than anticipated!

"The ritual in the World of Souls is not bad at all. The King of Sphinxes slept for ten thousand years without decaying at all." Klaus shook his head with a smile, dissolving the temporarily frozen atmosphere with a joke.

Lucien smiled. "When you approach the end of your life, you can send an application to the legends of the World of Souls to be sealed. Then, thousands of years later, when your dream becomes reality, you can be woken up again and enjoy everything."

"Huh, that's a great idea." Klaus smiled. "But I still have a long life that I can enjoy and many puppets that are waiting for me. I cannot be sealed in a gloomy mausoleum and defend the Temple of Spirits with a disgusting look."

Taking a deep breath, Douglas pointed at the secret entrance up ahead, "More terrible things may be waiting for us. We must be careful."

The corpse of the King of Sphinxes stopped slithering. The swarm of black beetles lost the feelings of a mixture of life and death. They soon turned into grey mucus and melted into the black mud.

...

The pure black gate was decorated with the gloomy stripes. Emitting unusual coldness, it invoked awe in everybody who saw it.

The entrance was dozens of meters tall, as if it were designed for giants, but according to Adol's description, it was the smallest door in the group of palaces.

Many senior-rank spectres similar to Adol were floating. They were defending the pathway in puffy long robes.

Douglas frowned. "The spiritual power is blocked in the Temple of Spirits. My magic eyes would be disconnected after they are sent in. It seems that we can only sneak in."

"Perhaps, the Temple of Spirits is part of the projection of the mysterious existence of the World of Souls." Vicente suddenly said.

"Very possible." Fernando, unusually, agreed with Vicente.

Therefore, under the protection of illusion, the six legendary sorcerers went to the gate.

It seemed that Finks was the legend who guarded this entrance. Lucien and the team did not encounter any other experts. Under the watch of the dozens of senior-rank spectres, they entered openly and casually as if they were returning to their own home. Those senior-rank spectres all turned a blind eye to them.

All the palaces were pure black, cold and silent. All the gardens had pale faces growing in them. All the corridors were sealed. All the corners were frequented by stinky spectres… After walking for a long time, Douglas said, "The temple up head is no longer the 'Lake of Ghosts' in Adol's memories. It means that the coordinates have changed. We have to count on ourselves now."

Thankfully, there was still the pattern that Maskelyne and Viken left. Since it was confirmed that they went missing behind the Furnace of Souls, they would definitely reach the Furnace of Souls as long as they moved on to the calculated coordinates.

After calculating the coordinates according to environmental parameters, the team pressed on. They repeated the process once in a while.

"I feel that time and space is unusual inside the Temple of Spirits." Douglas suddenly stopped before a temple. "It seems that we have come to a different world."

Lucien took out his silver 'Moon Timer'. "Yes, time and space is different. The second hand, the minute hand and the hour hand are all bouncing randomly. The time and space is changing after our every step."

"Also, the deeper we go in, the slower the time will be. One day here equals five days outside." Douglas wrote it down on his magic notebook. That was a responsibility of the 'pioneers'.

Furnace of Souls calculated the coordinates where Maskelyne went missing and the current coordinates. "It wouldn't be long before we see the Furnace of Souls."

On their way, the team happened upon four unintelligent legendary spectres. Thanks to Vicente and Erica, they were cheated without any trouble.

"Hopefully, we will find our target after we pass this palace." Douglas turned into gas and crawled through the gap on the gate of the palace, not triggering any magic circle.

Inside the palace were rows of bookshelves where yellowish books were kept in the intense air of rotting. On each level of the bookshelf, there were three white candles that emanated pale light, adding to the horrible atmosphere in the room.

"A library?" Klaus was rather surprised. "There's a library in the Temple of Spirits?"

None of those spectres seemed to be interested in books!

His red eyes emitting silver brilliance, Fernando read the books through the covers without causing any change.

"They are the precious books of different ages that have recorded many lost civilizations, including those in the mythological age that we do not know." After a long time, Fernando said in a low voice.

For sorcerers, books were among the best trophies!

Douglas smiled. "Remember the coordinates of this place and let's keep moving. We will take away the books when we return."

It would easily alarm the legendary spectres if they took away the books right now, which would cause unnecessary changes and delay their exploration on the Furnace of Souls. They would have no such concerns when they returned. Also, this place was still in the peripheral area and fitted the pattern of coordinate changes in Adol's memories. No additional puzzles needed to be solved.

In the light of the shivering candles, Vicente's dry cheeks that had only one skin was exceptionally horrible. He said, deep in thought, "Something has changed?"

Fernando became solemn. He immediately sensed something wrong with his spiritual power. "Where is Erica?"

It was not until then that Lucien realized that Erica, 'Master of Transformation' who had always been in the team, was gone! She went missing without any of them realizing it!

In the windless library, the fire of the candles were flickering like weird eyes.

A transparent crystal ball suddenly appeared in Douglas' hands. After it glittered, he extended his right hand and suddenly opened an invisible door.

The space changed, and a secret chamber appeared inside the library.

Inside the secret chamber, a demonic man, who had black hair and red lips, was holding Erica and sticking his sharp teeth deeply into her neck. Erica's flaxen eyes lost their vigor, and her face was frozen.

Sensing that the secret chamber was opened, the weird man in a splendid robe turned around abruptly. His unusually pale face and his mouthful of redness were a major contrast. As blood dripped off from his lips, he laughed crazily: "It's been a long time since I enjoyed such delicious blood!"

He thought that Douglas, Lucien and the rest of them would be shocked and horrified, but he saw nothing but smiles of mockery – except from Vicente, who barely had any normal facial expression.

In surprise, he held his neck in pain, as if something was burning his soul from inside. The blood on his lips emitted sacred brilliance.

Erica in his hands somehow recovered. Knocking his hands away, she wiped her neck with her handkerchief and sneered, "Has your mom never told you not to drink the blood of any random guy, particularly not that of a Master of Transformation?"

Chapter 616: Coffin

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The ancient vampire held his throat, trying to say something but unable to make any sound. Black blood spurted out of his mouth nonstop, and his fair and smooth skin dried as if it were burnt. His crimson eyes were gradually frozen, with regret lingering on, before he collapsed on the ground.

"A Master of Transformation's blood is the last you try to suck. Tsk." Klaus clicked his tongue, as if he were sorry for the intellect of this ancient vampire.

Lucien chuckled. "In fact, the Master of Transformation's blood is the best. If you suck one of them, you will be essentially sucking countess races. But he shouldn't have sucked Erica's blood when she became a seraph. He must've been desperate about his life."

"Are you two comedians?" Erica took her handkerchief back and glared at them. Then she said to Douglas, "Mr. President, I suddenly felt a space-time change when I observed the bookshelf just now, and then I entered this chamber and met this vampire. I was worried that he might expose us, but he seemed to be too passionate about my blood, so I simply changed my blood accordingly."

That was exactly 'Local Transformation'.

"A space-time change…" Douglas repeated. "We didn't notice it at all in the beginning. It seems that the Temple of Spirits is truly part of the projection of the mysterious existence of the World of Souls. That's why the legendary spectres could fool our senses. In the next, we need to be more cautious. Consider our enemy as a demigod!"

Vicente nodded and looked at the body of the vampire. "He seemed to be one of the intelligent legendary spectres, but why was he so stupid? The real vampires are all intelligently capable despite their egotism."

"That's normal. The ancient vampires were created by Silver Moon Alterna, and the other vampires were transformed through the embrace. They absolutely obey Silver Moon and shouldn't work for the World of Souls at all." Lucien looked at his left hand. When he met the ancient vampire just now, it showed no reaction at all.

Fernando stepped forward and examined the body with magic. "Then, it's possible that the vampire was synthesized by the mysterious existence of the World of Souls in other ways…"

"In what ways?" Douglas also stepped close and began his investigation.

The Lord of the Undead and Klaus followed them, touching the skin of ancient vampire that was still partly intact.

"The skin is smooth, elastic, with blood running slowly downwards. The most intense vigor can be felt, but there's no power of the Silver Moon." The Lord of the Undead rubbed the skin like a pervert and observed enthusiastically.

Klaus jabbed the flesh. "Perhaps his intellect was compromised exactly because he was synthesized. He did not know the simple lesson that not all food is edible. Was his soul created or melted?"

'Melting' was exactly the way to create alchemical life right now. Many relevant pieces of the soul were used for the combination.

"You do have a point. The vampires like Mr. Rhine would've controlled the enemy first, prepared food and wine, and examined the food carefully, before they enjoyed the dinner." Lucien also walked close.

"Hey, enough!" Erica rubbed his wound that was healing quickly and said angrily, "This is not the time for arcana studies and discussions!"

Huh? The research maniacs finally realized that there were more important things to do.

Seeing that they backed off, Erica smiled, "Besides, this is my trophy. I don't need to tell you how important the dead body of an ancient vampire is to a Master of Transformation, right?"

Furthermore, after she lived half of her life, she could hold a magic ritual with the essence of the vampire's blood to extend her longevity.

The crimson fire in the Lord of the Undead's eyes bounced. It was true that Erica took him down on her own. Although she was only one level above the ancient empire, she killed him more than easily because of the guy's lust for blood.

Why can't I ever meet such a stupid vampire?

"Let's move on." Watching Erica collect the vampire's body, the Lord of the Undead said eagerly, as if he couldn't wait to meet a similar moron.

After they returned to the library from the secret chamber, Lucien and the rest of them carried out all their alert spells in case of another accident.

Without triggering the alarms in the library, the six of them passed thousands of bookshelves and left the palace from the other side.

Behind the palace was a peaceful lake, which was connected to the steepled palace by a black bridge.

Being in the World of Souls, the lake was, undoubtedly, grey and dead. It reflected the coldness around and did not have the slightest waves, making everybody uncomfortable.

"It's not the Lake of Ghosts but has a weird feeling." As one of the best experts of the school of necromancy, the Lord of the Undead identified the differences.

Douglas and Fernando also nodded. "It's like devilized ghosts, similar to Apsis on the Skeleton Land."

Apsis was the master of the Skeleton Land, the Life Reaper and the Lord of Death. He was a level-three legendary Demon Lord who was once locked and sealed by the Grand Cross.

The team was not delayed by their discussion. They stepped on the bridge quickly.

Then, the lake water suddenly surged. Countless pairs of red eyes stared at the bridge. Whoever stared back at them would lose their vitality and soon become undead creatures.

On the bridge, grey hands groped for Lucien and his teammates who were stepped forward. Those hands were thick, colorless, puffy and gross.

But before they reached Lucien's feet, they were already mutating under the green light and had countless more fingers, which made them look like the tentacles of a kraken.

Those hands were stuck together as a result, blocking the red eyes below them.

Lucien was rather surprised at the result. He intended to destroy the curse with 'Professor's Solicitude', but the mutation turned out to be exceptional. It must be noted that 'Professor's Solicitude' could only cause slight mutation after a long time under normal circumstances.

Feeling the urge of research, Lucien blew apart the mutated grey hands and pluck a dozen that were still normal. Wrapping them up, he tossed them into his storage bag.

Blackness appeared next to Douglas' feet, deviating both the grey hands and the crimson eyes. Those who reached Fernando were faced with a dark storm. Klaus' feet turned into the feet of a puppet at some point, which were absolutely steady when the grey hands scratched them. Erica, on the other hand, had the palest face without the slightest vitality. She had turned into a legendary spectre at some point and was grimacing back at the crimson eyes down below. Come on. I'm already an undead creature. How can you transform me?

Hehe. Vicente snorted. The red flames in his eyes bounced, spreading out vague deterrence that froze all the grey hands and the crimson eyes.

"This should be a trap that is designed against the living people. The undead creatures can pass without being influenced at all, but the non-spectres will definitely be discovered regardless of their strength." The Lord of the Undead said in a low voice. The many traps in the Temple of Spirits were a major eye-opener for him. He had never seen such arrangements before.

In the meantime, Erica cast a spell and transformed the team into corresponding undead creatures. They passed the bridge and arrived at the gate of the temple quickly.

The incident did not last long. The Lake of Evil only roiled for a while before it became normal. It did not catch any attention.

...

The black gate of the steepled palace had uncanny symbols painted on it. They seemed to be representing the sun, or the pale eyeballs.

Douglas performed magic and let his left eye fly out, melting into the grey air and investigating on behalf of him.

They were closer and closer to the Furnace of Souls, and it was easier and easier for them to be discovered!

The left eye snuck into the palace sticking to the ground. Lucien and the team observed everything inside the palace through the picture on the crystal ball while they stayed on alert.

The palace was dark at first, but as the eye moved forward, there was gradually light. However, the light was pale and did not have any temperature.

Then, everything was illuminated. Lucien and the team saw the center of the palace. A pure skeleton in a magic robe seemed to be holding a certain ritual, with a silver cup of red blood on its left side and a creepily-smiling puppet that was enveloped by red spider threads on its left side. There was nothing before him.

"The Lich King." Lucien recognized the spectre whose head was surrounded by special gems!

He was a level-three legendary spectre, and the master of the peripheral area of the Temple of Spirits.

Hardly had he made the observation in the telepathic bond when the Lich King suddenly raised his head and looked at the eye.

"Not good!"

"We've been exposed!"

Similar ideas occurred to Lucien and his partners. Douglas simply cast the spell:

"Advanced Time Stop!"

Crack. The silver cup fell to the ground, the blood was vaporized, and the red spider threads on the puppet were all broken. Countless cracks appeared on the puppet, too. A cluster of flickering light surfaced before the Lich King and was shattered into pieces.

However, they also disrupted the time and space and offset the Advanced Time Stop!

Fernando, Vicente, Lucien and Klaus, in the meantime, surrounded him from different directions.

All the gems on the Lich King's head were illuminated. He became transparent and disappeared, but there was not the slightest wave caused by teleportation!

"What happened?" Erica was confused. How could the guy have escaped so easily right under our noses?

Douglas looked around. "He hasn't escaped yet; he's still hiding somewhere in this palace."

"Yes." Lucien agreed with him.

They were the authorities in time and space.

Therefore, the few sorcerers blocked the two gates and began to search carefully, while they tried to sense any waves of messaging.

Soon enough, Lucien discovered a secret door. Above the door was a vertical symbol that looked like a sword.

After checking it, Douglas opened the door and revealed a rather spacious chamber. The chamber seemed to be even brighter than outside.

The chamber was vacant save five black coffins. There were two flat coffins on the left and on the right, in the way they were usually put, but ahead of them was a dark red coffin that had been lifted vertically, as if the master of the coffin wanted to stand forever.

None of the five coffins were longer than the height of a regular person, particularly the vertical one ahead, which was obviously no more than two meters long. In the eyes of Lucien who was wearing the Sun's Corona, a cluster of sacred, intangible light was floating before or above each of them. Every cluster of light was connected to three similar flickering lines. One of the lines was extended from the void down below, one extended into the void above, and the last one dug into each coffin.

"Godhood?" Lucien was not surprised to see that.

"Is he hiding in the coffin?" Asked Klaus in confusion.

Douglas suddenly said solemnly, "Look at the floor, the wall and the ceiling."

Focusing his attention, Lucien saw vintage crosses through the black and grey dust!

The crosses in the style of the War of Dawn!

Based on their pattern, similar stripes could be found on the five coffins, too!

Dum! Dum! Dum

Dum! Dum! Dum

Lucien's heart was suddenly pounding.

Chapter 617: Changes

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After hearing Lucien's declaration that he had found the godhood, Fernando, Douglas and the rest of them all activated their special items, allowing them to also see the five clusters of godhood.

At this moment, the cover of the black coffin that had been placed vertically suddenly hit the ground, raising a mist of dust and revealing the 'owner' of the coffin inside!

Faced with such an accident, Douglas, Fernando and the rest of the team were all set to cast spells, and Lucien had an additional silver pocket watch in his hands.

A gold-haired handsome man in a white robe was standing inside the iron coffin. He was tall, his eyes were closed, and his hands were crossed before his chest.

There was not the slightest hint of life in him. He seemed to be dead for years, but his skin was healthy and smooth without any decay. The greatest feature on his face was the hawk nose that made him look very aggressive.

"Ivan?"

Suddenly, Lucien heard Douglas and Fernando's shock in the telepathic bond at the same time!

Ivan?

It was a very common name in the Schachran Empire, but when it appeared with the vintage crosses around, Lucien could only think of one person:

Saint Ivan, the first pontiff of the North Church!

Saint Ivan, the 'culprit' who caused the schism of the Church!

Saint Ivan, who let the capital of the Schachran Empire named after him!

Why was he here?

After only one brief moment, the 'Ivan' inside the black coffin suddenly opened his eyes. That was a pair of eyes that were bluer than the ocean and clearer than gems. They were so deep that all the light around were absorbed by them, resulting in a temporary darkness.

...

In the Saint Ivan Church in San Ivansburg, inside a secret confessional…

Belkovsky, the incumbent pontiff of the North Church who had the typical huge nose of Schachran, was praying before the cross, when his eyes suddenly widened. His bright yellow eyes were immediately replaced by azure.

"Who broke into the Room of the Holy Spirit?" He said in anger. In the next, his body turned into illusionary light, as if he were melted into the air.

In the Saint Aleksey, the Saint Felix, the Saint Uriel, and the Saint Geno Churches, four Grand Cardinals in the level of saint also opened their closed eyes in the middle of their prayers.

...

The ball of godhood before the coffin of 'Ivan' suddenly flew into his body, allowing bright wings of godhood to be opened on his back. They were purer than the sunlight and more brilliant than the stars!

His nose protruded and turned larger, making his looks the most typical style of the Schachran Empire. His eyes were gradually dyed yellow. Behind his head, the brilliance of godhood displayed various illusionary faces, including Saint Ivan that they had just seen and many strangers that Lucien did not know.

Pa, pa, pa. The covers of three of the coffins that were placed flatly were opened, and three men in white long robes flew out and melted into the balls of godhood before them, flapping the wings of godhood.

The last coffin was still quiet, but something seemed to have flown into the ball of godhood above it, narrowing and lengthening it into an angel of light with yellow eyes.

A record suddenly occurred to Lucien. "…The six grand cardinals—Ivan, Aleksey, Nicon, Uriel, Geno, Felix—launched a surprise attack on Wilfred's Demiplanes Magic Tower. In this intense battle, the six grand cardinals killed the necromancer and destroyed his phylactery… Nicon was killed by Wilfred."

"During the fight against the vicious necromancer Wilfred, the Grand Cardinal Geno, was severely injured by Wilfred's counterattack before his death. Geno's soul was entangled by the power of death. Seven years later, Geno died in Lance, the Holy City…"

"…That day, God stared at the Holy City. Four saints, namely Ivan, Aleksey, Uriel and Felix, and seven saint cardinals, including Salt, Antlers and Siriusius, stood under the illumination of gold light, and accused Gregory of being the living embodiment of the Lord of Hell…"

For a moment, the whole secret chamber was so sacred and dazzling that it was a weird contrast to the silent and monochrome colors in the room a moment ago.

"Advanced Time Stop!"

"Storm Barrier!"

"Torso of Death!"

"Legendary Transformation!"

"Devilish Puppet!"

"Vengeful Gaze!"

Six spells were chanted at the same time. Although they were not sure what was going on yet, it was obviously not something good and had to be stopped immediately!

At this moment, 'Saint Ivan' suddenly opened his arms, as if he were embracing the people and the filthy world.

Countless tiny angels immediately appeared around him and sang anthems and hymns that sounded like 'hallelujah' that Lucien heard in his previous life.

A giant hole was broken in the monotonous black, white and grey up above. The projection of Mountain Paradise appeared. The light was poured into the body of Saint Ivan through the connection of the ball of godhood, making the wings of godhood even more dazzling and brilliant. His energy soared quickly and soon surpassed that of Fernando and Douglas, reaching the level close to a demigod!

It was God's Grace!

With such changes, time and space shook, and the secret room was enshrouded by holiness. The legendary spells from Douglas, Lucien and the rest of them were dissolved before they were launched!

"Abominations shall be punished." Ivan, whose blue eyes emitted vague yellowness, stepped forward and announcement solemnly, before hallowed light surged out like a tide.

Lucien immediately felt a space-time change, as if he had left the World of Souls and entered the infinite cosmos. He could see the brilliant stars far away, but he could no longer detect Fernando, Erica and the rest of the team who were right next to him.

Right then, Douglas' grave and slow voice echoed. "Gravity Cage."

The darkness of void surfaced, and the vast cosmos was gone. Then, Lucien discovered that he had been teleported. He did not know which palace he was in at all!

"Has Mr. President stopped 'Saint Ivan'?"

...

Above a certain palace in the Temple of Spirits, the objects and the walls were all twisted and shattered under the terrifying pressure. However, despite the profound and heavy darkness, the transparent wings transformed from godhood did not seem affected.

"I'm told that you found the path to becoming a demigod by the general theory of relativity. I'm very curious about it." Smiling, 'Saint Ivan' opened his right hand and broke the gravity cage more than easily after a single press.

"Paradise of Stars!" A weirdly-shaped celestial globe appeared in Douglas's hands. As it emitted a brilliant light, it cast the place around him really into a cosmos that was dark and boundless.

It was his unique legendary item that could directly create the lock of 'Paradise of Stars' to improve himself and suppress the enemy.

In the meantime, he spread out his spiritual power. "You are not Ivan!"

Since the Congress of Magic had a chance to rise only because Saint Ivan divided the Church, Douglas and Fernando had met Saint Ivan a lot at that time. After a brief identification, he soon realized that something was wrong.

The wings transformed by godhood flapped behind 'Saint Ivan', shattering the falling stars in the lock. "Does it really matter? We have been integrated. After we obtain the real immortality, I will be Ivan, and Ivan will be me. We will also be a lot of other people."

"The inheritance of strength?" Thanks to his experience, Douglas seemed to have grasped something. "No wonder only four coffins are opened. That's because the last coffin belongs to Geno, who completely perished a few years after he returned to the Holy City. So, he could only be replaced by certain items to pass on his strength!"

"No wonder the ratio of saints is so high in the North Church!"

Saint Ivan smiled. Without any further ado, he carried out his strength close to that of a demigod and suppressed Douglas who only had the assistance of the lock.

...

Inside the barrier of storms, black tornadoes were sweeping, and countless gigantic lightning was striking, shattering the intense air of death and the frozen black, white and grey. Heat and coldness took turns to destroy everything around.

"Aleksey, Uriel." A world of storms seemed to have been born in Fernando's red eyes. Whoever was seen by him would bear unimaginable horror. His barrier of storms surrounded the two white-robed men and the Lich King who was preparing for an ambush.

The two white-robed saints were no strangers to Fernando. They were two of the three saints who followed Saint Ivan to divide the Church. The last of them was clearly Felix.

'Uriel', black-haired and black-eyed, shook his head and did not say anything. He merely chanted: "Light of Judgment!"

The wings made of godhood were closed, blowing up a light that seemed to be from the highest part of Mountain Paradise, judging everything in the world.

It was a pity that he and 'Aleksey' were only close to the peak of legendary even though they were melted with the balls of godhood. Together with the assistant of the Lich King, they were only on par with Fernando and were caught in a fierce battle. They were even losing the battle.

The aftermath of their battle destroyed the palaces around, causing the ever-rising terrible howls inside the Temple of Spirits.

In another palace, the Lord of the Undead encountered 'Felix' and was slightly overpowered by the enemy who had melted the ball of godhood. The rainbow dragon that Erica transformed into and the angel of light that the ball of godhood before the coffin of 'Geno' turned into were fighting now in the sky and now in the Lake of Evils very intensely. Although she was one level lower, she had the help of legendary items and the enemy had nothing, so she could still resist the enemy for now.

...

"Even 'Saint Ivan' is only close to a demigod under God's Grace. He cannot kill Mr. President at all. That's a man who had a head-on clash with a real demigod, the pope, and returned in one piece. Although he may be briefly overpowered, it remains to be seen who the final winner is when the effect of God's Grace is over." Lucien was not worried about Douglas, or his teacher Fernando. "My teacher is an out-and-out top legend. He can escape safely even if he is attacked by the four enemies."

The noises when the balls of godhood were melted were too huge, which informed Lucien of the enemy's capabilities clearly. The angel of light was a level-three legend, and the other three saints were all close to the peak of legendary. Even if they were to attack his teacher together, they could only suppress his teacher for now. Although it would be dangerous for his teacher when the four level-three legendary spectres came to aid, his teacher was certainly not a fool who would wait for the enemy's reinforcements to arrive without doing anything.

"For somebody at the top of legendary, they can leave whenever they are in danger, unless they are stalled by somebody in the same level." Lucien remarked with mixed feelings. It was actually himself, Erica and Klaus who were in danger. Also, even though Vicente was a grand arcanist in the school of necromancy, it remained to be seen whether or not he could be resurrected if he died here.

Thinking of what happened earlier, Lucien basically guessed who were inside the coffins. "Five saints… It seems that the coffin that was not opened belongs to Geno. He died a long time ago, so they made use of him in a different way?"

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Inside the secret chamber, because of God's Grace from 'Saint Ivan', the other people had been separated or teleported. The place fell quiet again.

Suddenly, the coffin of 'Geno' was opened, and a white-robed man with bright red eyes slowly crawled out. The decayed muscles on his body began to drop, replaced by newborn flesh and skin.

Looking at the place where 'Saint Ivan' and Douglas were fighting remotely, he put on a mocking smile and then walked towards the entrance!

Chapter 618: Tycoon Style

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Looking around, Lucien saw himself in a round hall with circles of seats like an enlarged Parliament of Nobles. In fact, this place was as big as half of a city. The dome glistened in the pale light, making the cold, black bricks give out creepy colors.

According to the changes of coordinates, Lucien roughly figured out where he was and where the two exits were: To his left, there was a path towards outside, and it would go through the palace that Lich King and the five saints were in; while to his right, the path went deeper, which should be the one leading to Furnace of Souls.

There was no doubt that Lucien would choose to go back. He hoped that he could run into Douglas or Fernando so that he could be safe; and if he wasn't that lucky, he could still leave this place.

After Saint Ivan and the rest of the four saints "resuscitated", the situation had been completely turned around and it was now hundreds of times more dangerous than they thought. Douglas and Fernando might, in their poorest luck, be severely injured, they would at least stay alive. However, for Lucien, Klaus, and Erica, it would be a completely different story. If they got lucky, they would be sealed like Sphinx, and in that case the congress might still be able to save them in the future, but it they were not that lucky, they would be forever gone and only be memorized by history.

Lucien realized that this was the hidden danger in Bergner's prophecy, as he was casting layers of defense magic spells on himself. He warned himself that when the live-or-dead moment came, he should blow himself and destroy all the five legendary items immediately without any hesitation. He had his appendix at home for resurrection anyways!

Under the protection of Elemental Skin, Mental Barrier, and a series of spells, Lucien pushed open the gate on the left. Instantly, the sad and shrill cries went off.

Any existences that could make noise in the World of Souls were without doubt of legendary level!

There were at least seven around! In the distance, there were even more!

Outside of the palace there were ghouls, spectres, mummies, skeleton dragons, and dragon liches like waves rushing in from all directions. They covered the sky, the corridors and paths, lakes and gardens, and among them there were seven extremely strong and intimidating auras.

In the palace in the distance, the roarings and cries were echoing, as if the horrible dead were having their new year concert.

Seeing this, Lucien felt his blood freeze. Although he was not at all close to them, he was still shocked.

Lucien wondered if he could use Advanced Time Stop so he could seize the chance to go through this area. However, he realized that the range of the spell was not wide enough to cover the entire place.

For the first time, Lucien hated that the bloody temple was this spacious! He wished that all the legendary dead could have gathered together, but now there was no chance for him to freeze them at once. Even with the Moon Timer, Lucien could only cast it three times in succession, but that was still not enough.

Those dead creatures had no wisdom. Lucien was not afraid of them one-on-one, one-on-two, or even one-on-five. However, now the quantitative change had led to qualitative change, not to mention that there might be even primordial mummies and servants of Death hiding.

Then what about fighting using guerrilla tactics? Lucien believed that this place was big enough.

At this time, however, Lucien recalled Bergner's words, "Remember, if you encounter great danger, don't hurry to retreat, and you will only see hope if you press forward."

Following his instinct from his Host Star of Destiny and Astrology power, Lucien soon made up his mind. Facing the spectre waves, Lucien adjusted his monocle with his left hand and then reached out his right hand,

"Atomic Fission!"

Meanwhile, Lucien cast Hand of Uncertainties using his soul power!

BOOM!

A huge fireball exploded in the waves of the spectres. The horrible blasts spread out fiercely and off white mushroom cloud intertwined with flames soared.

Hooooooo! Countless bitter cries suddenly stopped. The scene was like a harvested wheat field, or a huge swirl suddenly emerged in an ocean : A good number of spectres were instantly removed, and there was no way that the vacancy left could be filled in within a short period of time.

The roaring from the seven legendary creatures had also been reduced! Two of them had been vaporized!

The earth was booming and shaking, and the blasts and radiation had reached Lucien. But since he was in the air far away from the explosion, and with all the defense spells he had, he was basically not hurt at all.

The combination of the two spells worked definitely very well. The only pity was that the seven legendary creatures were too far away from each other, so this one single strike only killed two of them. Lucien wished that he could cast the combo several times in a row to send all of the spectres back to hell, but obviously that was not going to happen.

Lucien then dived into the air as fast as he could for the gate on the right side of the temple.

When he was flying, Lucien thought to himself that Eternal Blaze would for sure work even better here since spectres were so afraid of daylight.

Entering the gate on the right side, Lucien found an intact path leading to an old, simply-decorated hall. This place looked like a fane, whose dome was supported by the thick, black stone pillars.

There was no time for Lucien to appreciate the design, as he still needed to disperse the spectres waves after him. Therefore, he started dashing along the only corridor in front of him.

The corridor seemed to be endless. Totally different from those places that Lucien went through earlier, the corridor was free of any spectres. The entire space was so quiet and cold as if everything froze here.

Lucien cast Advanced Fly and Advanced Speed at the same time. To avoid those tricky magic traps, sometimes he jumped up and flew in the air, sometimes he bent and kept down to the floor.

Then Lucien heard the giggle.

The giggle lingered in the empty corridor, and the creepy voice would easily make anyone without protection feel dizzy and horrified. But Lucien had Mental Barrier.

Giggling. Clapping.

The voice was laughing at how Lucien was running for his life.

Lucien's eyes reflected his Host Star of Destiny, and the crystal ball in his left hand became very dark. Suddenly, a flash of starlight lit up and pointed at one of the black walls.

Ninth circle unique spell, Maskelyne's Tracking!

Giggling. Giggling.

The voice slowly came out from the black wall. As if it was alive, it was wriggling on the floor, preventing Lucien from moving forward.

The darkness faded, and the wall had turned into a disgusting creature. It was a pile of rotten flesh, in the color of dark grey. The flesh consisted of countless half-rotten arms. In the middle of each palm of the arms, there was a brownish-yellow eyeball. The hands were those which clapped, and the eyeballs were those which giggled.

Hundred-eye Ghost! Lucien instantly recognized this legendary spectre, as well as its power and how it fought.

Those disgusting, thickly-dotted eyeballs could make its enemies feel desperate and numb.

The giggling and clapping was its language, a language of chaos, powerful enough to dizzy the target and directly influence the target's mind!

Also, this disgusting pile of flesh did have wisdom, the giggling and clapping were showing that it was being sarcastic.

The hundreds of arms extended and came fiercely at Lucien. Meanwhile, the eyeballs had lit up, ready to shoot out different colors of rays.

What was worse, the terrifying roarings were also approaching from behind!

Lucien looked down for a moment and grabbed a fancy silver pocket watch out of his pouch. Then he pressed the small button.

Click.

The hundred-eye ghost's movement suddenly became very stiff. The disgusting arms were now wriggling forward as slow as a snail.

Lucien then cast a series of Cracking (Advanced). Meanwhile, the second hand ticked a couple of times, and a few spells were cast instantly.

Lucien's muscles started bulging, making the double-breasted suit rather tight. His skin had turned fair, and his black eyes were shining moonlight.

His both hands held the silver-grey sword tight. The blade reflected sharp light.

The solidified grey and white started melting and running again, and the black came back. The hundred arms missed their target, and the colorful rays also only hit the floor. Part of the floor had been melted.

Meanwhile, it burst out colorful lights, red, yellow, white, purple… Then, after a sliver flash. The pile of flesh completely stopped moving.

The hundred-eye ghost suddenly split into two and collapsed to the ground. Like it was being torn down by some invisible hands in the air, it was further split into even smaller chunks.

Within a second, Lucien had killed a level-one legendary spectre creature.

Although Lucien did not have the same power compared to that of Mr. Douglas, as he had quite a few legendary items, he was for sure "wealthy" in this way. Therefore, Lucien could fight in a tycoon style.

Such a legendary spectre must have turned the most powerful part of its body into a legendary item, which would not be destroyed by the Sword of Truth.

Among the chunks of white-grey flesh, Lucien found an intact yellow eyeball. It was as big as Lucien's hand, and it was shining the creepy color.

Lucien could use the eyeball as a good material.

Putting it aside, he then flew towards the other end of the corridor.

After a while, Lucien could finally see the grey gate in front of him.

Hooooooo!

The horrible roaring came from behind the black wall. A second later, a dark-yellow arm wrapped in bandages had directly gone through the bricks to grab Lucien.

The fingers of Lucien's right hand quickly stroke the pocket watch and the elapse of time instantly slowed down. The moment when the arm paused, Lucien had cast Short Distance Teleportation.

Bang! The black wall fell completely, and the tall, dark-yellow figure wearing the gold crown stumbled out.

Primordial Mummy?

Chapter 619: The Insane Defense

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

In Temple of Spirits, there were many primordial mummies, but there was only one wearing a gold crown.

That was the king of the primordial mummies, a level-three legendary, the dominator of the fringe area of the temple. It was immune to any spells lower than legendary level, and even some legendary ones!

If one did not know any specific spells that worked or have some particular blood powers, facing this thing would be great pain, even worse than facing a top legendary. As no attack would work at all.

Lucien recalled the pages he had read from before, "The King of Primordial Mummy, afraid of divine light, Sun power, and super-high temperature fire; Not immune to Luxury Cracking and Advanced Time Stop; High level of defense against physical weapon hacking…"

Ticking, ticking… the black second hand of the pocket watch ticked again and again. Lucien did not leave the mummy any chance to make a sound or attack.

Then his thumb pressed down.

Click. The black second hand stopped, and then the world lost its color only grey and white were left. The movement of the primordial mummy froze, as if it was in another space.

Lucien could not cast Cracking (Advanced). Although he could try Hand of Uncertainties, he did not believe that was going to do much help. After all, he was two levels lower than the mummy.

He assumed that his Sword of Truth could only break one layer of the mummy's defense. In other words, the sword could not really hurt the mummy. Although Sword of Truth was very powerful, its power would still fade after breaking layers of defense.

Also, since the mummy was immune to most legendary spells in Necromancy, Congus Ring could also be quite useless here in terms of attacking.

Immune to death spells and destruction spells, the mummy also would not take Grandeur Obliteration.

…

Lucien quickly ran through the magic spell list to see what he could use here. The moment when he pressed the button, he had been ready to start developing his tactic.

"Elemental Order."

The spell was cast. In the past several months, Lucien had improved his Elemental Order to legendary level based on Elements Resolve. It was due to the limit that so far only up to four legendary spells could be constructed in his Soul that Lucien had to completely sing the long spell, and also using the complex hand gestures for help. If it had not been that the time had been temporarily stopped, the primordial mummy would have had enough time to kill him twice.

After adding Hand of Uncertainties and Elemental Order, the time-cease effect had approached the end. In the last second, Lucien cast Baler's Transformation and pulled out Sword of Truth. He then fiercely wielded the sword at the primordial mummy.

Silver light flashed.

Colors resumed. Black of the walls recovered. Pale yellow of the bandages recovered.

Suddenly, countless colorful light spots burst out of the mummy's body and the tawny-colored bandages quickly resolved. Layer by layer, however, the black rotten flesh was still not yet revealed.

The silver light cut in, and then the primordial mummy released the most bitter howling ever,

"Hoooooo!"

The awful howling instantly penetrated most of Lucien's defense spells, making his head painfully buzzing.

This was the horrible power of this level-three legendary monster!

In front of the mummy's chest, some of the bandages were finally cut into two pieces. The iron-black rotten flesh now had a deep cut in it, and the cut had the power to prevent the rotten flesh from growing back. The tawny dead body oil, giving out the awful, disgusting odour, dropped onto the floor, eating in the floor tiles because of its horrible causticity.

However, the cut was still not deep enough. Lucien speculated that the mummy should be killed with at least another five or six same hacks adding on the existing wound.

But even with the power as a level-one legendary knight after transformation, this one single strike was already Lucien's full strength. There was no way that he could add another five or six to it – He was not fast enough!

Unless… unless he used Advanced Time Stop. But that would make Moon Timer take a whole day to recover. Lucien would lose his most powerful tool to survive in this dark temple.

"Hoooooo!"

Dark miasma permeated out of the cut and covered it. Layers of defenses were added again.

Lucien felt frustrated, not only by how troublesome the mummy was, but also about his own indecision. If he could not survive here, there would be no more future. If he had seized the chance and continued the attack by using Time Stop, he could have probably killed the monster already! But now, he had to start all over again!

The defense of the monster was totally insane!

At this time, the arms of the primordial mummy suddenly reached out and extended. It was totally an unexpected attack to Lucien.

Fortunately, Lucien's body spontaneously reacted as a legendary knight. His left arm swiftly lifted the small, black shield.

Bang! The colliding powers stirred the air like water rippling. However, the ripples could not hurt Lucien at all, as if he was in a different dimension!

The primordial mummy suddenly accelerated and split into a few streaks of shadows. The black miasma spread out from its gold crown and filled in the space, corroding everything.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Lucien had to keep retreating to confront the power. If it had not been the Shield of Truth, Lucien would have already lost his shield from the beyond-aggressive attacks. However, even so, the shield had had a few fine cracks on the surface, and the waves in the air were becoming increasingly fierce.

Lucien knew that his spiritual power was far from being fast enough to predict the movement of a level-three legendary. His brain worked fast to analyse what he could do right now.

Baler's Transformation was only a sixth circle spell, and therefore, it was now showing many problems in a legendary level fight. The willpower frontier transformed by spiritual power could not reached the level of a legendary knight. Facing the primordial mummy, the disadvantages were fatal.

Hooooooo!

To make the situation worse, more angry and desperate howling followed from behind. The waves of spectres and the legendaries hiding in them had entered the hall.

Lucien suddenly put aside the Sword of Truth in his right hand and grabbed the pocket watch floating in the air following him. His fingers gently stroked it.

Although during transformation, he could not directly cast some of the spells, Lucien could still use his legendary items.

The stroke activated the black second hand, and time was interfered with in this area, suddenly faster and suddenly slower. The primordial mummy was affected.

Moon Timer was a level-two legendary item. With its specific usage, its power was close to level-three. Therefore, it worked well on this primordial mummy!

Seizing the chance, Lucien's double-breasted suit lit up. A fist-sized, bright ball was released from the magic robe and it shot out at the mummy!

Boom!

The deafening, horrible blasts carrying rolling flames, white bolts of lightning, and green acid fluid exploded, turning the space into hell.

Hellish Ball! The ancient legendary spell from the school of elements! A spell integrating the power of flame, lightning, acid, and sound waves!

"Hoooooo!"

The primordial mummy burst out with a painful cry. It was lit on fire, and the invisible electromagnetic waves were also burning its body. However, only one-third of its defense was down.

Its defense was insane!

Seeing that it wasn't really working, Lucien immediately stopped himself from pressing the button. Putting aside the shield and removing the transformation, he cast in a low voice,

"Atomic Universe!"

It wasn't a legendary spell, but a projection of his demiplane, which could interfere with the real world!

In the corridor, a boundless starry sky appeared. Countless elements were following the route of breaking down into pure protons, neutrons, and electrons and then reuniting, from one to a thousand.

The fusion produced a number of huge suns, and the extremely high temperature and dazzling glare was beyond scorching.

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

The primordial mummy simultaneously lifted its right arm and covered its eyes. Black miasma was being evaporated out of its body.

Atom fusion. Eternal Blaze!

Seeing that, Lucien added a series of instantly-cast spells on himself and flew past the mummy as fast as he could.

The fusion was simulated using the projection of his demiplane, and this was unique to the class, Atom Controller. Its power was thus much, much weaker than the true Eternal Blaze, but it was just for intimidating it and creating a chance for Lucien to run for his life.

Lucien did consider that he could seize the chance to initiate another several rounds of attacks, but he decided that he had better run at this point.

Pushing the gate open, there were two corridors waiting for Lucien to choose. But he did not. Suddenly, he split into two. One for each choice, he kept running.

And then there was another fork in the road. Lucien split again.

After three times, the real Lucien had arrived at a maze-like hall. However, the angry, hoarse cursing had also arrived from behind in some distance,

"You'll never get away!"

Damn! The primordial mummy's instinct worked so well! Lucien thought that he had got rid of it because he just cast so many illusionary and astrology spells on his way!

Suddenly, he saw a green beam of light. And there was a gold skull in the air.

It was Demigod-lich!

Lucien had to be ready for another round of tough fight. But before he could do anything, he saw Klaus.

Now Klaus looked rather serious, and in front of him there was a girl puppet having blond hair.

Within a second, the beautiful puppet changed into a gold skull.

Then Klaus cast,

"Grandeur Obliteration!"

Silently, the gold skull was ground into ashes. At the same time, Demigod-lich burst out with a bitter cry and was turned into a pile of ash.

Although he had killed his enemy, Klaus could not cheer up at all. His face was very pale. The spell he just used also consumed most of his power and cost him an arm and a leg.

"Lucien?" Klaus was a bit surprised, and then a bitter smile appeared his face, "I wish you weren't here, Lucien. The thing that's chasing after you is much more powerful than Demigod-lich!"

"I'm sorry, Klaus. But there's nothing I can do," said Lucien, "but now it's hard to say if you're gonna be its new target. I suggest that we work together and put it back to eternal sleep again."

There was no way that they could keep running and running.

Klaus was a bit speechless, "Do I have a choice?"

Klause could instantly run away, but just as Lucien said, the primordial mummy might turn to chase after him. After all, Klaus was more powerful than Lucien, and thus he was the more dangerous one.

Chapter 620: The Sarcastic Smile

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Before Lucien said anything, the outrageous air had broken in. One of the black walls in the maze was fiercely pushed open a big hole, and the mummy wearing the gold crown walked out,

"Both of you die here!"

The miasma surrounding the primordial mummy filled the entire space, preventing Lucien's and Klaus' spiritual power from reaching further. It felt like a long time exposure to the miasma would even drain their spiritual power!

Hooooooo!

While furiously howling, the primordial mummy suddenly grew ten times bigger until it was as huge as a giant. In comparison, Lucien and Klaus were as tiny as two little ants.

Then the wild wind came.

The fierce wind came from the mummy's two fists continuously hitting the ground over and over again like two giant hammers! The black stone pillars collapsed one by one – It would take Lucien quite a while to take down one of the pillars using Vengeful Gaze several times!

"Elemental Protection!" Having no time for transformation, Lucien instantly activated the defense spell the Robe of Grand Arcanists contained.

Colorful element light spots congregated in front of him and formed a half-transparent light shield.

Meanwhile, his right hand stroked the pocket watch and disrupted the flow of time.

"Alchemy Barrier!" Klaus said out.

He had just gone through a bitter fight, and thus there was now a big difference between a level-three legendary and him. Therefore, he also chose to cast the defense spell that he was best at which sheltered him in a iron-black small fortress.

The giant primordial mummy ran through the disturbed time currents. The power of the currents made it slightly deviate from its target, but it still knew what it was heading for!

Bang! The fist as huge as a small hill encircled by fierce blasts hit Lucien and Klaus.

Lucien's elemental protection cracked, and the great power malevolently threw Lucien at the black wall behind him. Blood spilling out from his mouth, Lucien felt his soul was going through a bad concussion.

The iron-black fortress also cracked. Its many magic circles failed to resist the outrageous power.

Klaus's defense lasted a second longer, and then the blast also threw him at the same, half-broken wall.

Then Lucien saw the sky – cloudy and grey, but it was the sky! He was out of the temple now! Beside his hand, he suddenly felt the strange, transcendent power, as if next to him there was another world.

Lucien suddenly felt thrilled. He extended his spiritual power out and he "saw" a magnificent black palace whose top directly reached into the sky.

The gate of the palace opened. In the middle, there were layers of hanging veils. Behind the veils, there were countless pale faces with different looks on them, looking rather horrifying.

"Furnace of Souls!" Klaus exclaimed in the telepathic bond, which confirmed Lucien's guess.

They got lucky here. The punch from the mummy just helped them find the furnace.

Hooooooo!

The primordial mummy followed them closely, leaving them no chance to catch a breath. The black miasma surrounding it was like the sickle of Death, a sign for their doomed destiny.

It rushed at them at great speed. The last hundred meters was just the mummy's one single stride!

At this time, the pocket watch in Lucien's hand dimly lit up. Lucien's middle finger pressed on it.

Click. A black hemisphere appeared above the primordial mummy and then dropped onto it. It seemed that the hemisphere was in fact incredibly heavy since the giant mummy's back was now slightly bending forward. It started moving slowly, as if it was wearing a set of shackles.

Seizing the chance, Lucien cast transformation. His eyes lit up, his muscles bulging, Lucien raised the small but thick shield using his left hand to protect Klaus and himself.

"Flood Devastator!" Klaus blurted out.

The grey sky suddenly sparkled. Then, a big hole appeared and black water poured out, drowning the mummy.

For most mummies, they could cause extreme droughts and resist water magic. However, if powerful enough, water magic could also be their weaknesses.

When the flood retreated and left everything on the ground in chaos, the primordial mummy remained totally intact, even including the miasma surrounding it.

Its body bulged again. Roaring furiously, the mummy king cracked the black hemisphere and then its right foot stamped on Lucien and Klaus.

Bang! In the deep, deafening noise, Lucien and Klaus were being protected by the invisible waves in the air, and thus they were not hurt at all.

"Burning Waterfall!" Klaus decided to use the legendary flame spell – If water did not work, then he'd try fire!

The ground cracked with an illusionary, big gap, and the black and white flames surged out all the way up into the sky. The extreme high temperature could even melt the black tiles.

The thick fire pillar caged the primordial mummy and the fire burnt out the monster's bitterest cry. However, when the fire pillar disappeared, although most of the black miasma disappeared and the creepy bandages were burnt black, the mummy was still "alive"!

"At least a dozen more Burning Waterfalls to go… if it's not recovering too fast…" Through Telepathic bond, Klaus asked Lucien, "How long can you stand using that shield?"

Before he could say more, Klaus saw the miasma quickly gathering back.

The defense was insane!

Lucien's arms were already feeling sore, "Like this, maybe three minutes… It's heavy."

The Shield of Truth was also reaching its limit.

"Hellish Ball!"

"The Gloss of the Goddess of Magic!"

…

A series of legendary spells were cast by Klaus, but none of them severely hurt the primordial mummy. Because of the difference between their ranks, the spells did not work very well!

The primordial mummy's punches were like raindrops, making Lucien's arms extremely sore.

The invisible waves protecting them were also going to crack at any time.

Fortunately, the primordial mummy's attacks were quite predictable. The mummy's horrible defense and fighting power were at the cost of the mysterious and unpredictable fighting tact. Its style was completely straightforward and rough.

Klaus took out a puppet from his pocket and threw it at the primordial mummy.

The puppet quickly ballooned into a gold golem. The golem could release toxic flames and smog, and had the same amazing defense and fighting skills.

Also, Klaus summoned his demiplane, Alchemy Paradise. Thus, after the projection landed, the gold golem got a great support. Countless other golems, puppets, and jackstraws followed the golem and charged down the battlefield.

Bang! Crack! Clap! Klaus closed his eyes for a second as he did not want to see the scene.

A few seconds later, the golem together with its allies had been crushed into pieces by the primordial mummy. They were not at all on the same level.

"I'll take down its defense. Then it'll be your turn." said Klaus to Lucien through the bond.

He took a deep breath, knowing that it would be their last chance. If they did not hurry up, when the undead army caught up, everything would be too late.

Lucien nodded rather seriously. He did not say anything, but Klaus could rely on him.

Klaus took out another puppet from his pouch. The puppet was a fine doll with long, black hair and a beautiful, round face. Suddenly, the doll opened her eyes and they directly looked into the primordial mummy's red eyes.

Somehow, Lucien felt that many invisible threads had fallen onto the primordial mummy and the doll, linking them together by all the joints.

"Replica Puppet!"

This was the old and mysterious spell casting, the black-haired doll started twitching in a creepy way. Then the filthy bandages covered her, and her eyes became bloody red. Within seconds, the puppet had turned into a mini-sized primordial mummy!

Hooooooo!

Sensing the great danger, the primordial mummy burst out horribly screaming, and its punches went crazy. However, facing the Shield of Truth, the most powerful level-three legendary defense, it would take the mummy a little while to fully break it.

Blood spilled out from the corner of Klaus's mouth. His right hand now looked extremely pale as if it had died. He lifted his right hand and gently poked at the mummy puppet with one finger.

Silently, the miasma started dissipating, and the filthy bandages started falling.

The mummy cried bitterly, and its right fist punched out with terrible momentum. However, this time the fist's target was not Lucien's shield, but Klaus.

The right fist of the mummy punched at Klaus's chest badly.

Klaus's body burst out rays of light. A series of magic effects including Spell Trigger, Magic Order, and Spell Sequencer came into effect. They managed to offset most of the power.

Meanwhile, Klaus disappeared from where he was and in the next second showed up again in front of the furnace. The dodge was narrow.

Despite this, Klaus did not slow down his movements. His finger poked at the puppet again, and his blood also spilled on it.

The filthy bandages completely snapped!

The primordial mummy had given up targeting Lucien. With a huge stride, it was coming for Klaus!

At this time, Lucien lifted his right hand, in which a silver pocket watch was shining. Then he pressed on it.

Crack!

The primordial mummy stopped moving. The entire world stopped.

Moon Timer floating in the air following its owner, Lucien pulled out his Sword of Truth and hacked at the mummy using all his strength six to seven times in succession. His target was the wound he left earlier which had not yet fully recovered.

Then the lapse of time resumed. The colors had come back as well.

After the cold flashes from the blade, the primordial mummy screamed in great agony. The scream made the entire space shake. Klaus's eyes and ears started bleeding because of it.

Lucien was under the protection of his shield. Therefore, he was not hurt.

In the primordial mummy's chest, the deep cut had penetrated its iron-black, rotten body. And the cut was growing bigger and bigger.

Its evil red eyes turned to stare at Lucien. Out of bitter rage, the mummy punched at Lucien.

But it never finished this last punch. Before its fist reached Lucien, the mummy's upper body had split into pieces. The rotten pieces of flesh dropped onto the ground and corrupted into piles of pus and blood.

Lucien's heart was filled with wild joy so intense that he could not use any words to describe. This thing was insane! They had tried their best and finally killed it!

The bandages quickly dissolved in the blood and pus piles, but the gold crown was still shining.

Holding the Shield of Truth, Lucien went up and picked the crown up. He was going to talk with Klaus to see how they were going to split the trophy after they got out.

The fight caused Klaus a lot, including the legendary puppet that he had been hiding for many years. Releasing a long sigh, Klaus's nerves finally relaxed a little bit.

Turning around, he saw the veils behind which countless souls were hiding. Klaus reached out his hand, trying to touch it, to understand the mysterious furnace's secret.

"Furnace of Souls…" Klaus murmured in low voice out of fascination.

Lucien reminded him through the telepathic bond, "Watch out. The rest of the undead can catch up at any time. Cast your defenses again first."

Lucien was right. Klaus dropped his hands and started recasting the layers of spells on himself. Meanwhile, he was still staring at the furnace contentedly.

"Light of Judgment!"

Suddenly, the solemn voice arrived. A beam of divine light dropped from the rooftop and directly hit Klaus!

"Sinner! Confess yourself in hell!"

In the divine light, Klaus's body started dissolving. He turned to look in the other direction, and it was sheer shock that was on his face. He could not believe that his spiritual power and searching spells had totally missed him!

Then his consciousness started fading. He had seen the end of his life.

His vision becoming blurry, but Furnace of Souls was still within his sight. He did not regret. He saw the furnace.

In this enthusiasm, Klaus's body and soul dissolved in the air.

This was totally out of Lucien's expectation. Perhaps it was because he had turned himself into a legendary knight, and hence his willpower frontier had become less thorough.

In great shock and fury, Lucien turned around and saw a young man in a white robe. He had short, linen-colored hair, and his light red eyes were filled with great sarcasm. His right hand reached out and was drawing a cross in front of his chest.

The vertical bar was shorter, and the horizontal longer!

Chapter 621

: The Familiar Face

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

The vertical bar shorter, and the horizontal longer…

The great prophet…

The red eyes full of sarcasm…

The familiar dressing from the North Church…

All the details and memories flashed through Lucien's brain quickly but clearly. He grabbed tight his shield and sword and said in a low, furious voice, "Geno? The Lord of Hell?"

No wonder this mysterious denomination hiding in the North Church could also cast divine spells!

No wonder they could deceive a great number of priests into becoming their followers!

No wonder the Lord of Hell knew so much about the Saint Truth!

"Geno? He died a few hundred years ago. Why do you still want to mention his name? Geno was just a tool, a tool for stealing divine power," the young man in a white robe sneered at Lucien, "only those who know nothing about godhood think highly of godhood. The so-called Saint Ivan, Saint Aleksey… They were all stupid idiots, as they all forgot the most important thing. By the way, you sorcerers are also the same."

The last comment was profoundly meaningful.

Lucien's heart had sunken deep after confirming who the white-robed man was. It was very unlikely that Klaus had survived as he had used two substitute puppets in the previous fights and the power of Light of Judgment was just way too immense, not to mention the fact that it was cast by a clone of the man whose power was of demigod level!

That was why neither of them noticed the man's existence earlier!

Lucien had to face him again, but this time he had no help from the God of Silver Moon. What should he do?

The Lord of Hell did not waste his time. He took a step forward and pointed at Lucien using his right hand, "Light of Judgment!"

You evil sorcerer covered in blood and filth, it is time to accept the ultimate sentence!

The look on the young man's face was solemn and serious. Surrounded by the divine aura, a light beam in the air of ultimate justice dropped on Lucien directly!

At this moment, in this world, no one else resembled the God of Truth more than this evil existence!

The holy light hit the small but exquisite shield and sparked countless fine light spots. The invisible waves around Lucien dangerously trembled, and his feet had sunk into the ground.

When the light scattered, the Lord of Hell commented, "The Shield of Truth is indeed impressive."

Lucien also felt a bit relieved. The projection, or clone, was not as powerful as the true Lord of Hell. Therefore, he would not be killed within a second.

"The last time you worked with the silver moon and threw at me a big 'surprise'," said the Lord of Hell casually, as if he was talking to a random, ordinary person, instead of a legendary sorcerer with abundant powerful magic items, "so I've been waiting, waiting for the chance to give the same 'surprise' back to you."

Lucien did not say anything but suddenly wielded the sword in his hands. The blade of the sword burst out bright silver light and the light formed the sharp wind directly hacking at the Lord of Hell.

If necessary, Lucien would rather explode himself to avoid what happened to Klaus!

Klaus only made one mistake, and Lucien could totally understand. Facing the secret of soul and the truth of the world, Klaus had totally forgotten the great danger he was in because of the most sincere passion in his mind as an arcanist. He was an arcanist, and also a real human being, driven forward by this passion to dig further and deeper into the truth.

If it had been Lucien, he would probably have done the same thing.

The silver sword light cut open the power swirls surrounding the Lord of Hell and cut him!

The projection suddenly turned into bubbles and foam. A second later, a few steps away from where he was earlier, Geno appeared again. The small range of space he was in slightly distorted.

Lucien's eyes opened big from the great shock he felt. That was not a divine power, not teleportation. It was just incredible speed!

Before the sword light located him, Geno had moved to the other side. What remained there was just the shadow he left.

That was the speed that the theory of relativity was based on!

However, the speed of sword light was determined by the one who wielded the sword. It was not real sunlight.

"Is that all, my little friend? Geno's divine power is not compatible with my demigod power. It's dragging me making me slow. But you still can't get me?" The Lord of Hell, Maltimus, was still using the eternal sarcastic tone, and then he lifted his right hand,

"Purging Spear!"

A dazzling piece of spear tip formed in the air and then shot at Lucien at great speed. Its divine power had driven away all the death air left by the mummy and the filthy colors. The space was now as pure as a Paradise on Earth, and there was even hymns sounding in the air.

Clang!

The tip of the spear hit the Shield of Truth and the sound of metal colliding sounded crisp but strange. Lucien's left hand started shaking out of control, and the invisible waves protecting him somehow started moving much slower. It felt that there were two separate spaces, but one was much colder and slower than the other. And the two spaces were blending into each other!

The Lord of Hell's power was much more formidable than that of the primordial mummy. The Shield of Truth might be able to last for a while, but Lucien would probably collapse within a minute!

Lucien, however, would not give up. He tried for a second time and the sword light fiercely hacked at the Lord of Hell who seemed totally unprepared.

Again, like wandering in his own garden, the Lord of Hell simply walked away from the attack effortlessly.

Lucien tried again and again, but nothing changed. However, taking the series of legendary divine spells cast by the Lord of Hell using the Shield of Truth had numbed Lucien's hand. He had reached his limit.

At this time, the deafening roars arrived again from the main hall behind. The five legendary undead creatures, leading the huge waves of spectres, were almost here. And behind them, there were more legendary spectres coming!

Lucien's brain worked fast. His route of retreat had been blocked by the spectre waves, and if he wanted to move forward, he had to bypass the Lord of Hell, which was very unlikely to happen.

It was a pity that Lucien had to move slower carrying the Shield of Truth, or he would have been able to directly go through the spectre wave under the protection of this extraordinary shield.

Similar to God of Truth, to make the best use of the Shield of Truth, Lucien had to stand still. If he was going to carry the shield around, Lucien had zero confidence that he could break through the countless barriers.

While using the shield to take down the series of divine spells, Lucien kept extending his spiritual power to search around. Suddenly, he saw the furnace. The many soul faces were looking at him from above. The horrifying faces made the hair on the back of Lucien's neck bristle.

An idea occurred to Lucien after he got rid of the very unfavorable feeling.

According to Adol's memory and Viken's notes, only few legendary undead creatures dared to go through the furnace. If Lucien could run into the furnace, he could temporarily get rid of the threat of the undead scourge. Lucien had to gamble that the Lord of Hell would not follow him deep in the furnace, as the Lord of Hell still needed Geno's body for the bigger plan – Lucien was certain that Maltimus had a bigger plan with Geno's body. Losing Geno's body to kill Lucien by no amount seemed like a good deal to the Lord of Hell, and demons were good at their business.

Then as long as Lucien stayed close to Furnace of Souls, instead of exploring further, Lucien would not run into the great danger that Maskelyne once encountered. After God's Grace expired, Douglas and Fernando would come to look for Lucien, or at least they would lead the waves of spectres away, so that Lucien could get out…

The Prophet also said that, when facing great dangers, he should keep moving forward instead of retreating…

The waves of spectres had gushed in through the big hole in the wall left by the primordial mummy earlier. Among them there were skeleton dragons, liches, spectres, and two more primordial mummies, whose red eyes were extremely vicious and cold.

No wonder Maskelyne mentioned that primordial mummies were common, "lovely" residents here, Lucien thought to himself.

There was no more time for hesitation. Lucien had made up his mind. Putting aside the Sword of Truth in his right hand, Lucien grabbed Moon Timer.

Lucien's finger stroked the surface of the pocket watch and the time flow in the space was disturbed. The bone arrows and the powerful rays shooting at Lucien were now like kites without strings as they had totally lost their target.

The Lord of Hell was also affected. His movement had become distorted, like a puppet with broken joints.

Seizing the chance, Lucien put aside the Shield of Truth and removed the transformation spell. Then he was going to send himself into the furnace!

In the Temple of Spirits, because of the chaos of time and space, the distance for teleportation was rather limited.

At this time, the Lord of Hell grinned, as if he was watching a comedy. He said to Lucien without being affected by the disturbed time flow,

"Light of Judgment!"

He was just kidding.

The Lord of Hell had always been immune to time manipulation and advanced time stop!

"Elemental Protection" That was the single spell that Lucien could cast.

The flash of light hit Lucien. For a second, Lucien saw many angel figures in the light. His colorful elemental protection shield failed and cracked. And then Elemental Skin was automatically activated responding to the great power. Meanwhile, Magic Absorber started taking in the energy like crazy and Spell Sequencer instantly threw out a number of force field walls as the last lines of defense to protect Lucien.

Against the light of judgment, all of Lucien's defense layers cracked. Suddenly, Lucien disappeared from where he was and then appeared again on the other side!

Thanks to the series of protection spells, Lucien luckily survived this strike!

In the waves of spectres, one of the undead centaurs shot out a dark-green arrow at Lucien through the many messy time-space currents.

The arrow instantly arrived right in front of Lucien!

"Undead Rampart!"

Congus Ring became dark and formed a death wall consisting of souls and bodies, and the wall disappeared together with the legendary arrow.

Fortunately, Lucien had many legendary items, or he would have been dead already!

The Lord of Hell was now ready for another round of casting. His light red eyes stared at Lucien coldly as if Lucien was just a joke.

Lucien had to try his best. His middle finger pressed down the button on the pocket watch on the left. The black hemisphere dropped on the Lord of Hell brought Lucien a precious second to run!

Lucien burst out,

"Space Staff!"

The shining staff appeared in Lucien's left hand. Lucien lifted the staff and then the time and space within a certain range slowed down further. The movement of the horrifying number of undead paused, and the time shackles within this space had also been broken.

Space waves stirred, Lucien had sent himself directly into the furnace. Without any hesitation, Lucien had gone through the veils. He had no time to investigate the furnace itself!

At this moment, Lucien felt something strange. It felt that there was someone watching him from above coldly.

Lucien turned around, and in front of his eyes there was a face.

In the air, the half-transparent face looked very familiar to him. Black hair, black eyes, and there was also this familiar gentle smile…

Lucien felt that he was looking in a mirror.

A horrifying mirror!

Lucien Evans?

The soul face was Lucien Evans himself!

As if the face sensed Lucien's gaze, the soul face changed slightly, but the new face was still familiar to Lucien!

It was Xiafeng's face. Lucien Evans's previous life!

The two faces blended into each other in harmony.

Lucien felt the extreme coldness in his brain. He was out of breath.

Chapter 622: Two Pathways

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Below the grey curtain was the pale fire that was burning slowly, like a furnace which was needed to pass the winter in every house.

The face inside the Furnace of Souls, on the other hand, displayed the looks of Lucien Evans and Xiafeng at the same time. They seemed to be overlapping and entangling each other. As he stared at them, they were now separated, now integrated, and now showing certain strange parts that he had never seen in a mirror.

Why?

How?

After he learnt about the existence of the Furnace of Souls, Lucien once thought that he would not see the 'projection of his soul' inside the Furnace of Souls because he had time-traveled to this world, and that he would have one more trump card than other people did. However, the secret of the Furnace of Souls were more deep and horrendous than he imagined. It was not only showing the soul projection of Lucien Evans but also manifesting the look of Xiafeng, who came from Earth and did not belong to this world.

"Is the Furnace of Souls also in charge of the souls of Earth?"

"Is this why I have a Host Star of Destiny?"

"After this puzzle is solved, perhaps I will understand why I time-traveled, and why I was reincarnated inside Lucien Evans' body…"

Too many thoughts swirled in his head. Lucien vaguely realized that the soul could be explained from a certain perspective, but he had no time to study of the Furnace of Souls. The Lord of Hell was right outside and about to catch up with him. Therefore, he could only extend his hand and touch the Furnace of Souls softly.

Slight coldness was the ubiquitous feeling in the World of Souls. Lucien did not feel anything but that after his touch, as if it were actually in a different world and what stood here were merely a projection, which perfectly matched the intangibleness and transcendence that it showed.

In the middle of his touch, Lucien's right eye suddenly turned red and clear:

"Vengeful Gaze!"

A red ray of light, enhanced by 'Hand of Uncertainties', shot out of Lucien's right hand at Maltimus, who was still in the cage of 'Gravity Collapse', at the speed of light.

Lucien would regret it if he didn't try his luck and attack him when he could!

After he cast the spell, Lucien flew into the temple where the Furnace of Souls was at without looking back. Two pathways appeared in his perception. One of them lost the black and white colors and only had greyness with a certain palpitating sense of danger, and the other was brimming with vague ripples of the void, like something Lucien was quite familiar with. Also it was far more terrifying than the other one, as if a monster that could destroy the world was sleeping there.

"Familiar? Is this where the mysterious existence of the World of Souls is sleeping?" Lucien recalled the poor thing who was tricked by the Lord of Hell and the God of Silver Moon when he was about to wake up. "But the sense of familiarity does not agree with the impression he left earlier…"

Having no time to tell the difference, Lucien subconsciously chose the grey pathway. The danger from the other pathway was too much for him. Even the Lord of Hell and the God of Silver Moon wouldn't have dared to press deep into it.

The pure redness hit Maltimus at the standard speed of light, piercing through the sacred defense of 'Blessed Realm'.

Finally, he couldn't dodge with his terrifying speed now!

However, the 'Hand of Uncertainties' did not work out, and 'Vengeful Gaze' disappeared after piercing through only one layer of defense, not causing any damage to the Lord of Hell.

Inside the hemispherical void, the Lord of Hell suddenly moved his right hand. The cage of 'Gravity Collapse' immediately fell apart.

He watched Lucien disappear behind the Furnace of Souls with his unique mocking smile and shook his head casually, not upset that the guy had escaped at all. He simply mumbled:

"That's weird. Something weird and dangerous seemed to be hidden in that ray spell. Hehe. Lucien Evans, the Secretive, is always up to uncanny things."

Then, he crossed his hands before his chest, and he immediately disappeared.

Hardly had Lucien stepped into the grey pathway when roars of shock and fury burst out from the outside as if he had raised public indignation. However, most of the spectres dared not approach the Furnace of Souls at all. Only a Servant of Death who had a long scythe and a dragon lich from whom mucus was dripping nonstop chased after him in exasperation, surpassing the Furnace of Souls and entering the grey pathway.

"Hoooooo!"

Roars came from all directions. The few legendary undead creatures seemed to have sensed Lucien's abomination and were approaching crazily.

The bright gems on head of the Lich King, who was dealing with the Lord of Storm with two 'saints', suddenly glittered. He sniffed in anger and suddenly withdrew from the battle, teleporting himself to the Furnace of Souls.

Seeing that, 'Aleksey' and 'Uriel' performed their divine power and escaped in a hurry, not giving Fernando a chance to counterattack. They would be completely overpowered by the Lord of Storm without the help of the Lich King. Also, Ivan's God's Grace was about to be over. The deeper they pressed, the more slowly the time would be flowing. Although it didn't take Lucien long before he ran into the Furnace of Souls, a long time actually had passed outside. The extraordinary skill to improve one's strength like 'God's Grace' couldn't last for such a long time.

Fernando did not chase after them but took out his magic crystal ball, searching for the other people. This mission was for exploration and not to destroy the foundation of the North Church. The safety of Lucien, Klaus, Erica and the rest of them was more important.

The crystal ball became dark. Four brilliant stars surfaced inside. One of them flickered before it was enshrouded by the grey fog.

"There are only four Host Stars of Destiny… Has Klaus perished?" Lord of Storms roared furiously, and the thunderstorm around him reduced the palaces into remains. "Lucien seems to have reached behind the Furnace of Souls?"

Only if he were there could his astrology be completely nullified. Lucien's Host Star of Destiny was almost frozen in the grey mist.

In another palace, 'Saint Ivan', whose God's Grace was about to end, subtly sensed the changes near the Furnace of Souls and the retreat of Aleksey and Uriel. Seizing the opportunity that he was still suppressing Douglas, he flapped his wings and disappeared into countless spots of light, before he sent a message to 'Felix' and the angel of light not far away.

Therefore, Vicente and Erica watched their enemy to flee. The two legendary sorcerers had been both overpowered in the battle. Erica was even in grave danger.

"Gather in the Furnace of Souls." They received a message from Douglas and Fernando.

Because a few intelligent legendary spectres were reaching the Fernando, there was no need for them to hide themselves anymore. After a short while, they were all teleported before the Furnace of Souls and saw Douglas and Fernando who was obviously infuriated. They also saw the tide of spectres in the square before the Furnace of Souls, who were roaring to scare their enemy but did not dare to approach the Furnace of Souls.

"Klaus has perished. He was killed by the Light of Judgment. There's no telling who did it." Douglas spoke of the prophecy he made based on the situation. It was very clothes to the truth."

"What? Klaus has perished?" Erica asked back in disbelief, feeling rather terrified. Although Klaus and she were not best friends, they were partners in the same adventure. His death perhaps represented her future.

Vicente felt the same way, but he keenly realized something else. "Mr. President, Ivan was blocked by you, and Felix was fighting me. It should be easy to tell whether it was Aleksey, Uriel or the angel of light that did it."

"Aleksey and Uriel were attacking me." Fernando sounded like a volcano that was about to break out.

Erica said in shock, "I was fighting the angel of light!"

Who did it exactly? Were there other experts who were capable of legendary divine powers in the Temple of Spirits?

Grasped by the heavy questions, they were not in the mood to study the Furnace of Souls anymore.

Hooooooo!

The legendary spectres moved forward slowly, as if they were trying to overcome their fear.

Douglas was back to himself. He pressed his right hand. "We can't delay anymore. Remember the feeling of the Furnace of Souls and study it after we are back."

Fernando shook his head and bulged his red eyes. "You evacuate first. I'll search for Lucien. As a top legend, I can certainly bring him back safely as long as he doesn't go any deeper."

Even if he couldn't defeat the enemy, he could still escape.

Erica opened her mouth, only to come up with nothing.

After a brief silence, Douglas pulled his bow-tie. "I'll go and find Lucien together with Fernando. That way, we will be able to escape from the gravest danger. You will leave the Temple of Spirits and bring back our exploration and the secrets of the North Church."

"Mr. President…" Erica did not know whether she was trying to stop him or to participate.

Douglas said firmly, "No more talking. Let's move out!"

Vicente had already moved his eyes to the Furnace of Souls, his skinny face filled with controllable passion. Erica also shift her attention and focused on memorizing the feeling and the details of the Furnace of Souls, before she tried many spells on it.

Hooooooo!

The swarm of spectres led by countless legendary ones approached. The intelligent centaur archer was among them.

Watching the devastating legends and spectres and sensing the enormous pressure, Douglas heaved a sigh, "Go to sleep now."

He flew and pressed both of his hands:

"Eternal Blaze!"

BOOM. A bright sun rose where the centaur archer was at. The spectres around were obliterated before they were able to react.

"Eternal Blaze!"

"Eternal Blaze!"

One sun rose after another. The unimaginable storms of energy rumbled in the square that covered dozens of square kilometers. Even though they were at the edge of the explosions, Fernando, Vicente and Erica had to build up their defense.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Miserable cries echoed but stopped abruptly. Those spectres who hadn't reached level three of legendary couldn't resist 'Eternal Blaze' at all, but their intellect prevented them from fleeing. They rushed at the enemy under their natural instincts.

The whole Temple of Spirits lost the frozen black, white and grey colors. The dazzling brilliant illuminated everything.

After everything died down, the square had become a pit, and the overwhelming spectres had been entirely gone. The roars were no more.

"The world is peaceful again…"

Erica said with mixed feelings. Seizing the opportunity, she and Vicente teleported out of the Temple of Spirits, as it was impossible to directly jump into their own demiplanes from this place.

Observing the Furnace of Souls carefully, Fernando passed it like a storm and entered the grey pathway together with Douglas.

"They have both entered…"'Ivan', who had the typical huge nose of the Schachran Empire, appeared in midair, more serious than ever.