Chapter 886 The Lord's Death
Information about this copy emerged in Aiwas's mind.
This dungeon is called [Ancient Ruins of the Blood Altar]. It's not a main quest dungeon, but a quick-run dungeon that consistently produces a fixed set of graduation equipment. It's a Fallen Angels version dungeon, and the one it produces is the last piece of the Priest's graduation equipment in version 50.
After the arrival of the Fallen Angels, the mana of many parts of Star Antimony's earth veins went out of control. This triggered a series of earthquakes, which opened up cracks in many underground ruins, allowing the prophets to determine their exact locations. This also created many copies with suffixes such as "Ancient Ruins" and "Ancient Ruins."
After entering this dungeon, you'll directly reach the boss after defeating a round of minions. There's no "first" or "second" early-stage boss that keeps coming back to kill you. This is a typical "one-track" dungeon - the entire dungeon has only one path, and you rush all the way to the end to reach the final boss. You don't even need to stop and go to fight the minions in front of you, but can just rush straight to the door of the final boss room to take out all at once.
Because of this, there are so many speedrunning videos of this dungeon. Driving the train to attract a large group of monsters, and then watching the densely packed health bars on the screen being cleared at the final entrance is quite relaxing... It's like trimming a cow's hoof or washing a carpet. So much so that Aiwass recognized the dungeon the moment he saw the pool of blood.
"Why are you speaking, intruder?"
The middle-aged, black-haired Moon Child, dressed like an aristocrat, said sternly, "Did you kill my guards?
"Do you know..."
As he spoke, his hands, which had always been behind his back as if a leader was inspecting him, naturally stretched out.
They instantly accumulated thick blood energy, and then in the blink of an eye turned into crackling white lightning, turning Aiwass, who was dressed as a bishop, into ashes!
However, that "Evans" shattered like a phantom, and Cardinal Galatea beside him also disappeared in the crackling lightning and shaking.
That wasn't the effect of [Upright Summoning: Nightmare Mirror], but merely an illusion created by Cardinal Galatea.
High-level divine arts can be effective without prayers, so Cardinal Galatea had already hidden herself and Aiwass long before the other party turned around, and the directions the other party saw were all wrong.
——Are you pretending to be your mother? Are you reading the message quietly and thinking I can’t see it?
Hiding behind the mirrored curtain set up by Cardinal Galatea, Aiwass looked at him and sneered.
Oh, most people may not be able to see it.
While pretending to speak, he secretly prepared a spell.
To launch a surprise attack right before the opponent's reply... This was something only Blood Mages and Blood Lords, whose spells didn't require chanting or materials, and didn't manifest rune formations or elemental fluctuations, could do.
"To deal with you, this card is more suitable..."
The Book of Law appeared in Aiwass's hand, and at the same time, a crimson card appeared in front of him and then burned to ashes.
“…Is this an illusion?”
The man frowned and looked around, but found that he could no longer see the intruder.
He walked to the door, but found no signs that it had been opened.
"—Lord Lester, what's the matter?"
The guard's voice came from outside the door.
"Is anyone coming in here?"
The Moon Child known as Lestat frowned and asked.
"No, my lord!"
The guard's voice was quite confident: "We are guarding here, no one can pass through here!"
"...Okay, stay alert, gentlemen."
"As you command, my lord."
The guard responded, and then the sound of steel clashing and footsteps faded away.
Lester frowned.
The two invaders who suddenly appeared disappeared without a trace - as if they had never appeared.
He knew he was hallucinating, but for a moment he couldn't tell which was real.
If someone was invisible or using illusion to hide here, he would have to use a range spell to turn over every inch of the ground, otherwise he would be powerless to fight back once the ritual began; but now he was at the critical moment of the ritual, and if he did this, it would destroy the foundation of his ritual formation.
If that were the case, it would take him several more years to prepare for this sacred ritual...
"...Those two people...something doesn't feel real. But they don't seem to have spoken."
Lord Leicester muttered to himself, clutching the black cross hanging around his neck. It was the [Light of Herasil], inscribed with the word "007." This was the highest honor bestowed by the Herasil Empire upon "individuals who were not nobles but had made outstanding contributions to the Empire." It also meant that these commoners had been granted a title.
This is the honor that Lord Leicester values most and the most inseparable part of all his wealth.
He had already made up his mind to take it into the coffin and complete the transformation. And now, feeling uneasy and hesitant, he subconsciously grasped it.
The cost of ending the ritual was too great, but everything he saw could have been an illusion cast down to disrupt his ritual. So he just paced, unable to make up his mind.
At this time, Aiwass had already prepared everything.
Leia, wearing a black and red robe and four butterfly wings behind her, has fully appeared!
"Liya!"
Aiwass didn't wait, but immediately ordered: "Guide the flame flow!"
Leah raised her hands high, and the golden-red flames gathered into a beam in an instant, slamming towards Lord Leicester's back!
"You little thief who's hiding his head but showing his tail! I knew it!"
But Lord Leicester just roared and turned around instantly!
He had already prepared for a surprise attack. A brilliant azure glow suddenly emanated from his scarlet pupils. His pale skin instantly turned icy cold, with bluish-purple lines appearing in large patches. A layer of incomparably cold crust formed from his body, surprisingly withstanding the flames of the Rebellious Flame Butterfly, leaving him unscathed!
He exhaled angrily and blew away some of the flames.
"The price for interrupting my sacred ritual!"
As he spoke, his teeth and tongue began to freeze rapidly, and his speech became increasingly unclear. "You pay for it!"
"How rude."
Aiwass's voice sounded leisurely, accompanied by sarcasm: "I am saving you."
His body still did not appear, and the voice was placed elsewhere by Cardinal Galatea.
Lord Leicester turned his head instantly and stared at the area.
His pupils suddenly became bright.
In the blink of an eye, the air in the entire area was instantly frozen and liquefied—white cold air whistled out like thousands of white feathers, freezing the blood pool and covering the iron pillars with frost. The dying sacrifices tied to the pillars were also frozen stiff in the cold, turning into twisted corpses.
But he failed to capture Aiwas's specific location, and the gradually rising flames could no longer be ignored.
He exhaled angrily and clenched his fists.
As countless ice spikes like bone spurs pierced his skin and drilled out of his body, his skin became increasingly bluish-green—and the cold air emanating from his body became increasingly colder.
Pure water condensed from the void, transforming into gradually thickening ice walls. And after a brief three-second warm-up, [Guided Flame Stream] reached its full form.
The original golden red color became brighter and turned into a platinum color as blazing as the sun.
The flames burned through the air, causing waves of white shock waves visible to the naked eye and roaring into a storm.
The cold and heat clashed violently in the room, but the opponent did not retreat at all when facing the Flame-Rebellious Butterfly, a superior phantom demon - the ice wall continued to thicken, and the entire room began to be covered with frost. When fighting against the preheated guided flame flow, it actually showed a hint of victory!
This is the unique fighting style of [Filthy Blood Angel] in this dungeon!
Besides his agile blood magic, he also mastered the incomparably exquisite art of controlling ice—a skill theoretically impossible for the Son of the Moon to master. After all, the Art of Winter itself was the nemesis of the Son of the Moon's immortality, and the eternally youthful Son of the Moon was even less likely to embark on the path of dusk.
The reason is very simple...
Because Lord Leicester stored a sapphire with infinite power that he accidentally discovered in his body.
He didn't know what the gem meant, but just touching it would give him infinite power.
In order to prevent it from being stolen or destroyed, he simply stored the gem in his body!
Even though the conflict of power would cause him pain like a shellfish bearing pearls...
However painful it is, strength is real!
He stretched out his hand and clenched it tightly towards the Flame-Rebellious Butterfly!
Countless transparent ice blades emerged from all directions and stabbed fiercely towards the Flame-Rebellious Butterfly in the middle!
The Flame-Butterfly immediately went into a defensive stance, but this was meaningless to the Son of the Moon, whose attack happened to be aimed at his weak spot.
She was immediately severely injured and fell to the ground with a scream.
Then Lester put his hands together.
Two ice walls emerged from either side and instantly clamped together! Immediately afterwards, countless icy ice covered it, freezing it into an iceberg.
That is the ultimate ice that even a fifth-level transcendent cannot melt!
Lester breathed a sigh of relief.
But he remained vigilant, unleashing a sudden burst of frost nova—a whistling, sweeping burst of cold air that spread in all directions. The power of a celestial master destroyed everything. Iron pillars were torn apart and shattered, corpses were instantly reduced to powder, and the ground itself was completely frozen and cracked.
But he felt like he hadn't attacked anything.
It was confirmed that the two people had already left. Or rather, they had never existed from the beginning... The only thing that existed was this unknown phantom demon in the form of a butterfly.
"Such a powerful phantom demon blood..."
Lester looked greedily at the Flame-Defying Butterfly frozen in the iceberg: "Such scorching blood... surely it can ease my pain..."
The ice film on his body that could protect him from almost all harm dissipated silently.
This power, emanating from the mysterious gem, grants him true invincibility at any moment. However, it also inflicts untold pain—the excruciating pain of skin cracking from frostbite, instantly numbing the average person and causing their blood to freeze. Only the Moon Child can maintain the vitality of his skin and blood... and thus, he constantly experiences this pain of freezing.
After the battle, he couldn't wait to remove the protection.
But at this moment, I suddenly felt my neck being cut.
Lord Leicester felt his vision suddenly fly up——
His body was frozen into ice.
The last thing that appeared in the field of vision was a sickle.
That is - the death of desolation and loneliness.
(End of this chapter)
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
