Chapter 67: Blade of Sound Waves

Having no money left to ride the steam locomotive, Silas could only use his own two legs, quickly walking from the south of the city towards the city center.

"Fortunately, my body has been strengthened by griffin blood. Otherwise, walking at this speed, I wouldn't last ten minutes," Silas thought, feeling quite good about his brisk pace.

The Husky was very happy that its master could walk so fast. It moved its four long legs and very lightly kept pace beside Silas.

This scene suddenly reminded Silas of a scene from Tom and Jerry.

Jerry the mouse ran desperately, while Tom the cat, with his four legs, very leisurely and easily kept pace with him.

Yes, Silas was Jerry the mouse right now.

"I really want to ride it, but… it's so embarrassing," Silas thought as he walked.

After passing through two blocks, Silas could already see the tall building in the distance, second only to the Church of Holy Blood. That was where Bart was stationed.

"Save me… Save me…"

Suddenly, the voice he had heard at the museum sounded again.

Silas's heart skipped a beat. He instantly activated his Spirit Vision and carefully observed his surroundings, but found that the pedestrians around were still the same, and there were no mystical elements.

"Please help me, I'm about to drown…"

Gurgle gurgle…

The moment he heard this sound, Silas suddenly heard a series of gurgling water sounds in his ears.

This sound was like rising air bubbles, like someone drowning, struggling desperately in the water.

Silas's brow furrowed tightly. Just as he was about to quicken his pace and leave.

A strange shadow, like a cloud covering the sun, enveloped Silas.

Instantly, Silas's intuition gave him a very strong, stimulating warning.

The hairs on his whole body stood on end. A mysterious power that made his whole body numb enveloped him.

"Not good!" Silas quickly released all his spiritual energy, wanting to protect himself.

But the next second, he was dismayed to find that even if he released his spiritual energy, it was useless, because he had no method to use this spiritual energy.

Ugh, ugh, ugh…

Just as Silas was stunned, a choking sound suddenly came from his throat.

At this moment, Silas felt as if he had fallen into the sea and was drowning. His mouth was filled with a bitter taste, and breathing was extremely difficult, as if his lungs were filled with seawater. While they were violently expanding in pain, he was completely unable to breathe.

"Save…" Silas, like a drowning person, flailed his arms, struggling desperately.

However, it was no use. At this moment, his face first turned from white to red, then from red to deathly pale. His pupils gradually dilated, and his breathing gradually stopped.

All of this happened too quickly, too bizarrely. It didn't even give Silas a chance to react; everything had already reached the brink of life and death.

"It's over. Am I really going to die?" This was Silas's last thought.

"No, I can't die yet! How can I die! Such a colorful world is still waiting for me to explore!" Silas's fading consciousness began to struggle violently.

Awooo! Awooo!

In his daze, he heard the Husky's barks.

"Lupo!?" A thought flashed through Silas's mind.

This sound possessed a special power, seeming to slightly disperse some of the shadow, but Silas still couldn't break free.

"No, Lupo's voice can't save me from here. I need something else! I need another blade that can break through this barrier!"

Lupo's voice seemed to have slightly broken through this drowning world, and Silas could vaguely hear some external sounds.

However, he was already approaching his limit.

"What to do? What to do? If this continues, I'll be completely dead in less than ten seconds!"

Silas's mind raced, quickly thinking about everything he could use now.

"Is there any mystical knowledge I can use!?" Silas's brain was operating far beyond its normal limits at this moment.

Dong!

Suddenly, a deep, distant bell toll emanated from the bell tower of the Church of Holy Blood, spreading throughout the city.

This toll signified ten o'clock, announcing that half of the morning had passed.

However, it was this sound that, like a morning bell and evening drum, instantly broke through the chaotic and anxious thoughts in Silas's mind.

In a flash of inspiration, Silas thought of that sentence from The Evening Bell of the Shadowed Vale.

"'The bell toll is His body, the ripples His blade, death His attire.' Blade… Blade of ripples!"

Instantly, Silas's eyes widened. Through his Spirit Vision, he saw countless thick ripples.

These ripples, like halos of light, were the ripples of the bell toll.

"Ripples are His blade… Blade!"

In an instant, Silas suddenly remembered the ripples of the bell toll on the Icy Warship.

Those ripples were the source of his knowledge of sound, his foundation, and also ripples he could control.

"Ripples are… my blade!" Silas instantly drew upon all his spiritual energy and enveloped the ripples of this bell toll.

Instantly, all the surrounding ripples of the bell toll turned a transparent purple. Then, these ripples, like circular sharp blades, instantly sliced through this hazy shadow.

Chink… Chink… Chink…

A series of harsh sounds, like cutting porcelain, rang out consecutively.

A second later, accompanied by the sound of ice falling to the ground and shattering, Silas instantly felt himself break free from that shadow and return to the real world.

Cough, cough, cough, cough… Hah, hah, hah, hah!

Violently coughing and panting, Silas opened his mouth wide, greedily gasping for the oxygen in the air, not caring at all about the cold.

After panting for more than ten seconds, Silas rubbed his star-filled eyes and looked around. He was now leaning against a hidden street corner. A burning pain was coming from his neck.

Looking down at his pale hands, Silas knew that these hands were the culprit of his drowning just now.

"It should be some mystic who used their ability to create a spiritual illusion for me, dominating my subconscious to create the illusion of drowning. In reality, there was no water; what truly suffocated me were my own hands clutching my neck."

Cough, cough…

After coughing twice, Silas managed to lift his head and look around. He didn't see any suspicious individuals.

Whimper, whimper ^^

The Husky, squatting beside him, looked worried and nuzzled Silas's face.

"Thank you," Silas said in a hoarse, unpleasant voice.

If it weren't for the aid of the Husky's voice, he wouldn't have been able to break free from that illusion on his own willpower and hear the real bell toll.

The Husky stuck out its tongue and licked his face, then turned its gaze to the northwest, its icy blue eyes filled with ferocity.

Instantly, a Husky transformed into a majestic wolf king.

"Is the culprit over there?" Silas stood up, leaning against the wall, then shook his head. "Let's forget it for now. I don't have the ability to track them. They didn't kill me. Without sufficient intelligence, they probably won't dare to make another rash move."

"Cough, cough. Let's go see Bart first. Damn it, I almost died because of his trivial matter. This time, I'll definitely extort him," Silas said in a low voice, then, discerning the direction, moved forward with difficulty.