Chapter 640 - v4c25 The Holy Lance of Heaven(7) (2/2)

And then there was a brief silence.

Scarlet didn’t answer. But after a while, Ovina suddenly opened her eyes. She turned around to look at Brendel without an explanation. Those platinum eyes contained something special that gave Brendel a pause.

But when he looked over again, Ovina had once again closed her eyes.

“Open your heart and accept me, Scarlet –” Ovina chanted.

“From this day forward, till the end of time.” Scarlet repeated.

“So may it be!”

A column of white light and a ring of azure light scattered from the darkness. As if there was an invisible breeze, the Highlander girl’s hair floated in midair. Scarlet suddenly let out a sound of surprise as she was Ovina turn into the purest white light in front of her and float into her chest.

Everyone saw this —

Out of everyone, only Sir Makarov who was still bound to the wall by the lightning cage had a complicated look on his face. He would probably never understand why Brendel would give up the chance to form a pact with the Azure Lance and instead, hand this legendary divine artifact to his not-so-outstanding adoptive daughter.

The Royal Highness Princess frowned but then quickly came to terms with herself.

Dilferi was curious and the merchant girl, still trapped in the web of lightning, was probably the happiest out of them all. It’s not that Ovina gave her special treatment, it’s that the merchant girl was too naughty and her bag full of the Mage Queen’s inheritance was nothing to sneeze at.

Even so, Romaine still said cheerfully said to White Mist, who was by her shoulders, “I knew Scarlet would be the most suited for it! I even had a bet with Brendel last night. Scarlet is the only one of us to use a lance, right? That ‘me’ is really stubborn, not smart like me. I guessed the outcome immediately.”

“Scarlet is so suited to that lance! It’s so pretty! When I have time, I’m definitely going to have to borrow it to play with!”

White Mist yawned and didn’t have the motivation to answer her or to remind the merchant girl that Lady Medissa was also a lance user. While Medissa was an Elite Elf, White Mist doubted Romaine had even thought that far.

On the other side, in the darkness, after the countless light beams faded, Ovina has turned into a thousand bolts of lightning before unifying into one. When the light faded, there was just a bright lance left.

Upon closer examination, it was the Holy Lance of Heaven.

Scarlet stood in a daze, holding the lance the color of faded green jade. She hadn’t finished processing, “Lady… Ovina?”

The Holy Lance in her hand buzzed.

“This is…”

“That’s her.” Brendel walked up and examined the legendary holy lance closely. “Ovina is the manifestation of the Holy Lance. But your powers are still a bit weak, so you probably have a hard time sensing her existence right now.”

As he was saying this, he looked up. Without Ovina’s powers, the lightning cages keeping every trapped in the great hall dissipated one by one. The remaining magic helped everyone descend slowly to the ground until they landed not far from Brendel, Scarlet, and William.

The merchant girl was the first to land and she immediately called out happily, “Brendel!” and ran to meet them.

“Leader.”

“Brendel.”

“Mr. Brendel.” Gradually Medissa, Ciel, Freya, and Princess Gryphine all gathered around the three of them. Of course, without exception, everyone’s glance landed immediately upon the Holy Lance in Scarlet’s hands.

That was the weapon in the ancient myths that had pierced the heavens.

Romane couldn’t help but blink and ask curiously, “Brendel, is this lance really that powerful?”

Is this lance really that powerful?

Without a doubt, that’s the question on everyone’s mind, including Brendel. He thought momentarily and then walked up to put his hand on the blade of the Azure Lance in Scarlet’s hand. Scarlet stopped for a moment and then looked at him in confusion, “Leader…?”

Brendel didn’t immediately respond. He already saw a pale green screen extend outwards from the blade.

Holy Lance of Heaven

[Divine Artifact]

Attack: 112-147

+45 Power, +45 Dexterity, +45 Stamina, +45 Bloodline, + 45 Perception

Special Abilities:

Destiny: Legend that has immersed itself on the blade through the pa.s.sage of time. A curse upon its opponent like an unchanging destiny. Any target struck by the holy lance will continue bleeding through the wound due to an endless curse. Does 11 damage per second. Damage is stackable.

Heaven: Pure wind elemental surrounding the blade. The wielder of the blade can summon the power of thunder and lightning. With every attack, the wielder can mimic the power of thunder and lightning and cause equivalent damage to enemies in any direction. The number of lightning depends on the magical abilities of the user.

Divine Artifact Power:

Indefeasible Destiny: A formless power protecting the holy lance. Any enemy with powers less than the wielder of the lance will have their attacks reduced by 90%. (The power to change destiny can negate this effect.)

Brendel squinted his eyes as he scanned these lines of abilities.

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