Chapter 189 – Chapter 39: Ghosts #4 (2/2)
The fog of magic was pushed toward the lowest floor. Beneath the floors, the undead raised their heads as banshees and specters appeared.
“Damn! We just came all the way down here!”
Chris growled out. At that moment, there was a huge vibration in the catacombs. It was like an earthquake.
“Prince!”
Carack shouted, and In-gong understood. The ceiling was crumbling down. If they stood still there, they would be crushed.
“Gather!”
After gathering everyone together, In-gong looked up at the ceiling. He aimed at the wreckage which was beginning to pour down toward them!
“Break!”
This wasn’t simply Dragon Words. It became Dragon Breath, and the power of great destruction rushed toward the ceiling.
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A giant pillar of white light swallowed up the collapsed debris. It continued up, penetrating completely through the ceiling.
Just considering the momentum, it contained a destructive force which seemed like it could penetrate toward the sky. None of the dark elves on the ground level had been caught up in it, and the group’s purpose was achieved.
This time, Chris was the one carrying Felicia on his shoulder. Carack and Chris jumped toward the hole in the ceiling, followed by Caitlin and Seira.
Felicia screamed as they soared up toward the ground.
In-gong then immediately followed on White Eagle. He grabbed the back of Carack, who was about to fall, and looked up.
The fairy king kept on rising, and In-gong had to catch up with him.
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The fog of magic increased around the palace. The fog, which covered Sky Forest entirely, was gathered toward the center.
The sight of Sky Forest, with the fog removed, was grim; there was pandemonium everywhere.
They would rather it be covered by the fog. The survivors, freed from the sense of isolation caused by the fog, screamed when they saw numerous corpses. However, there was something even more terrible.
The dark elf knight, who had cut the throat of a friend minutes ago, looked up at the sky with a blank face.
The fog of magic was touching the sky. No, it couldn’t be called a fog anymore.
A gigantic vortex of magic power was opening in the sky.
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Amita trembled, but it wasn’t simply because they feared the mighty magic power.
Amita remembered Kafran, the guardian of Spider Forest, and the story of the guardians who had been murdered by the people with a purple aura.
‘Why?’
Amita didn’t know, but the phenomenon occurring before them felt like it had some connection with past events. Amita erased the thoughts from their head and poured magic power into the ward. The only thing they could do right now was protect Delia, Karma, and the dark elves.
“I believe in you!”
Amita recalled In-gong’s face.
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Sylvia sat on the throne and looked up at the sky. The retractable ceiling was open, so she could see clearly the spiral of magic power in the night sky.
Blue lightning struck, thunder exploded, and terrible magic power radiated from the vortex.
Sylvia didn’t know what was going to happen from now on. How should she break this crisis?
“Your Majesty.”
Sylvia thought of the demon king, but her love, who was the strongest in the world, wasn’t here in this place.
It was at this moment that the tree trunks connected to Sylvia’s left arm sent her new images. However, Sylvia looked at what was in front of her, instead of the images, as strong magic power rose from below.
What she saw was a ghost. At the same time, it was also a great man. It was the soul of the great king who had tried to protect the dark elves. His will had been destroyed, but his mighty strength had still been left behind.
He broke through the ground and soared up. It was the first fairy king, the ghost of the great Callael. However, it was distorted, and the phrase ‘ruin’ was appropriate.
Sylvia used her magic power instinctively. She sensed that she couldn’t let the presence before her continue.
However, that wasn’t enough. There was a strong rebound from the magic power she gathered urgently. The guards moved hurriedly to protect Sylvia, but the fairy king didn’t attack her. He just kept on rising toward the swirl of magic power.
Sylvia looked up at the sky in pain.
The loud sound of thunder tore through the sky. Thus, another sound was buried—the sound of someone rushing up to catch up with Callael. It sounded like hundreds of wings flapping at once.
Dark blue smoke covered the sky. It united and blocked the path of the fairy king, who was heading toward the vortex of magic power!
The fairy king looked at In-gong, who looked back at him. Instead of delaying again, In-gong immediately activated his divinity.
“Spiritualism.”
Dhrtarastra…
The gandharva god descended.