LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 152: A Mysterious Powerhouse, He Was Once Our Teammate Oh_2
The undead presented here are not lacking in spiritual intelligence, but does praying to that mysterious and malevolent statue prove useful?
Venus sheathed her Grim Reaper's Scythe and produced her Dark Scepter, a phrase surfacing in her mind... "A Lion still uses its full strength even when hunting a rabbit..."
She raised her Dark Scepter, "In the name of Hell, I sentence you guilty."
A huge pitch-black array appeared instantly above the undead, the gloomy mist replaced by the pure blackness.
Columns of pure black light erupted from the array, shooting toward the ground.
Just as the black columns were about to devour those undead kneeling on the ground, the statue abruptly shone with dazzling golden rays.
A finger radiating golden light opposed the column of pure darkness.
Which statue it was.
"Shatter."
The column of pure black light was pierced by a streak of golden light, filled with countless golden cracks; in the next moment, the column and the black array crumbled to pieces.
The moment the black array collapsed, Venus wielded her pitch-black Grim Reaper's Scythe, swiftly flew in front of the statue, and swung a horizontal strike at it.
As if sensing the attack, the statue's raised right hand flicked, and a golden Sword Qi filled with Sword Intent slashed towards Venus.
Venus quickly retracted her scythe, using it to block.
Boom—
She was directly sent flying tens of meters by the golden Sword Qi infused with Sword Intent.
Her mind went into a daze.
A golden sun plummeted directly into her spirit world.
Shaking her head, she glanced at the statue, didn't hesitate, and turned to leave.
Her first attempt to clear the undead in this area had failed.
Time to go back for reinforcements.
Steady. Seek victory in stability.
A momentary defeat is not a failure.
That's what the Potion Master said a thousand years ago.
Reckless adventure is sometimes not a mark of courage, but possibly foolishness.
A thousand years ago, she scoffed at the Potion Master's words; now, she took his long-ago advice as truth.
The Potion Master who sacrificed himself... where did he go?
Hell has no trace of him.
After signing the Death God Contract with the Hell Grim Reaper, she had attempted to summon the Potion Master but failed.
He might have gone to the realm of brave spirits or perhaps heaven, or he may have been reincarnated long ago.
She would occasionally think of the Potion Master.
Like now.
If the Potion Master were here, her wounded spirit would need only one or several bowls of the healing Extraordinary Elixir.
Why would the undead in this region pray to a statue that seems not at all evil?
Golden Sword Qi...
Plummeting golden sun...
The Grim Reaper had not provided her with sufficient information.
Best to leave this place for now.
Later, she would decide whether to seek help from Amelia or from the trainee Grim Reapers in nearby regions.
If she's going to ask the trainee Grim Reapers for help, it's better to bring some bounty.
The undead kneeling and praying to the "Great One" statue ceased the flickering green will-o'-the-wisp in their eye sockets the moment they saw the statue emanate that holy Sword Qi.
What... what's happening?
They had summoned that Great One before... how could the one who answered their call be a Sword Dao Deity from the Bright Camp?
The undead realized and trembled as they knelt on the ground.
It's over...
If this Sword Dao Deity realizes their presence... it would be better to have died by that Grim Reaper's scythe just now...
As light shattered the darkness and repelled the attacker, a consciousness descended upon the statue. It was only then that Lance realized...
The ones calling out to him for salvation were not Human Swordsmen faithful to the Evil Dragon Sword Ancestor...
They were somewhat familiar-looking undead...
He glanced again at the gloomy environment and remembered, wasn't this the place where those human children faced danger last time?
The undead calling out for his help seemed to be the same ones who had carried his statue and cleared a path for him last time.
The one he had just repelled with a single stroke was seemingly a trainee Grim Reaper...
Blast it...
He'd driven away one of his own.
It's not his fault,
He had just arrived here when a pure black pillar of light appeared directly above his head, shattering the darkness before he could grasp the situation. An apprentice Grim Reaper wielding a Grim Reaper's Scythe came to reap him…
He retaliated subconsciously.
He also harbored the thought of protecting the [Human Swordsman] who summoned him…
As a result... with one swing of his sword… he caught a glimpse of the familiar Grim Reaper's Scythe out of the corner of his eye.
Seeing the Grim Reaper's Scythe, he was about to reach out and say, "Misunderstanding," when the apprentice Grim Reaper turned and left… without a moment's hesitation…
He couldn't be blamed.
He, who had been sleeping soundly, how could he have expected that the ones praying to him, screaming for his help, would be a few undead he'd only encountered briefly before?
Seeing the few undead kneeling on the ground, trembling incessantly.
He roughly guessed why the apprentice Grim Reaper had appeared in this area.
Clearing the undead in this area.
The Underworld.
A vexatious issue, not as extensive as hell, with more evil spirits... all kinds of undisciplined demons, ghosts and goblins are in the Underworld.
There are many corners of the continent where various undead exist, and the duty of an apprentice Grim Reaper... in addition to helping hell guide spirits,
is also to help hell eliminate some undead that cause trouble in the Human World.
Like this area, where a significant number of undead were present.
It attracted the attention of hell, and then hell dispatched an apprentice Grim Reaper to clear the undead in this area.
[Next time you encounter humans dressed like that, do not resist, surrender immediately.]
Considering he had a bit of a connection with these few undead, he decided to give them some guidance.
Leaving that piece of advice, Lance went back.
The moment the golden light on the statue dissipated, the statue cracked.
The few undead kneeling on the ground felt the loss of the [Deity], and started kowtowing to the statue again.
They remembered the words of the deity and decided that next time they encountered a human dressed like that, they would not resist but surrender immediately.
"Next time we meet... do we surrender?"
"Surrender... we might be taken to hell…"
"Or... should we seek refuge with another lord of the undead?"
"That suggestion... can be considered...."
.....
Amelia was woken up by the noise, annoyed by the sound of a projected communication, groggy from sleep she was about to voice a complaint, then, remembering speaking with her gloomy teammate before going to sleep... she instantly awoke.
She got up and quickly took the projection communicator from the bedside, clicking to accept.
It must be Venus who initiated the projection; if there was danger, she would have to call Lance, the swindler, quickly to back up Venus.
It was Venus!
Venus removed her hat on the projection screen; her face was pale, her crimson eyes devoid of sadness or joy.
"Are you hurt?"
"The Spirit World was slightly shaken for a while, but now it's much better."
"Did your bounty mission fail?"
"It could be said so; I didn't expect the undead of that area to be able to summon an unknown entity. That being is somewhat strong, breaking through my attack in one hit.
If I hadn't been cautious, I think I could have destroyed that statue, but it wasn't necessary. I have my teammates, and... colleagues, there's no need to take risks."
Venus was sitting in a chair on the projection; beside her on the table was a glass of boiled water.
She initially did not want to ask Amelia for help, but after returning home and stabilizing her spirit, she suddenly remembered Amelia contacting her... saying that if she needed support, she would bring a mysterious strong ally to assist her.
That mysterious ally definitely wouldn't be the hero Reg.
She suspected it was Elia.
Amelia could fully trust a strong ally only from the members of their [Radiance] squad.
If Elia, who had become a heroic spirit, could be summoned by Amelia, their assistance would make it very easy for her to clear the undead of that area.
Those few undead couldn't possibly summon that unknown being casually.
"Glad to hear you're okay, so... are you contacting me now because you want my assistance?"
"First tell me who this mysterious strong ally you're talking about is. If it's Elia, I'll send you the coordinates and you come to help me out a bit. Once I complete this bounty mission, I'll give you some Hell Spirit Gold Coins as a reward."
Elia?
How could Elia be considered a mysterious strong ally?
Well, Elia as a heroic spirit does hold some mystery.
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"It's not Elia."
"Then never mind, I'll find an apprentice Grim Reaper from a nearby area to assist me."
"Hey, don't be so quick to refuse. I can reveal some important information first: he, once was our teammate!"
"???"