Chapter 622 - Is It Too Late? (1/2)
Roland was enjoying the show!
He wanted to see the news abilities of the Saint Samurai, known as the most OP class, after they leveled up to Master. He hadn’t noticed much yet, but they were truly natural enemies to dark creatures.
But before he had enough fun, he saw a white shadow lunging at him as fast as light.
There was even a cloud behind it caused by the sonic explosion.
Such a speed was beyond the ability of ordinary people to react to.
But the case for the professionals was different.
Roland, as a player with abundant battle experience, managed to react in time.
He cast Magic Shield and Ice Explosion at the same time.
The True Ancestor of vampires hit Roland instantly. At first, there was a terrible knocking noise, followed by the swooshing sonic explosions caused by the True Ancestor’s ultrasonic flight.
The intense airwaves flung all the passersby away. Time seemed to be frozen for half a second at this moment.
Roland was entirely flung back. His shield was filled with cracks and looked like broken glass, and he hit an enormous pillar.
After a thump, he was almost entirely embedded into the pillar.
The True Ancestor of vampires didn’t feel too well either, as she had been entirely frozen by Roland’s Ice Explosion.
She kept her original posture as she landed on one foot with her whole body covered in ice.
Roland canceled the Magic Shield so that he could get out of the pillar.
After he landed, he quickly opened the shield again and disappeared from the street with a snap of his fingers.
On the system menu, the level of the True Ancestor of vampires was shown as a skull.
The strength gap between them was too big to be made up by skills.
Roland wouldn’t have run if he were with his teammates, but right now… Forget it. He would rather not have a head-on clash with her.
One second after Roland disappeared, the True Ancestor of vampires broke out of the ice encasing her.
Looking at the place where Roland disappeared, the True Ancestor had the coldest expression on her tiny face.
She cast her eyes over the floating Saint Samurai not far away, and her cute little teeth extended out of her pink lips.
But her expression was far less cute. “Damn you, pretty boy Saint Samurai, go to hell!”
She raised her right hand and turned it upside down.
Black energy quickly concentrated on her palm into a long dark javelin with a helical tip!
It took only half a second for the dark javelin to take shape.
After she roared and sprinted forward, she threw the javelin out.
The moment she threw it out, a spider web of cracks with a five-meter radius appeared on the stone street under her feet. A visible mass of air was even spreading away from her. Then, the javelin turned into dark lightning and collided with the golden Sunlight.
Instantly, a black channel of dust was created, like the long tail of a comet.
The only difference was that the tail of a comet was usually white and blue, while this one was black.
It was also extremely fast, so fast that Schuck’s heart had been impaled before he could react. Schuck’s expression was frozen. He then turned into golden light and disappeared into the sky.
After he was gone, the Sunlight which illuminated the environment vanished too.
The Ten Thousand Stones Abyss, which had been as bright as day, fell into darkness again.
A tremendous number of bats flew back to their True Ancestor, resumed human shape, and adulated her.
Although she had possibly killed a Saint Samurai and knocked away his accomplice, the True Ancestor seemed quite unhappy.
She looked at the opened windows. With her keen sight, she could see the confusion and eagerness in the eyes of the residents behind the windows.
The people who had lived here for generations had long forgotten the warmth of the sunlight and what it felt like.
However, Schuck’s spell reminded those people of what light was.
Most intelligent creatures had a liking for light.
The True Ancestor was clearly worried.
She returned to her old spot in her palace.
Her favorite wine had been placed on the table, but she was not in the mood to enjoy it.
Her maid asked carefully, “Master, why are you not happy about the triumph? Has your time of the month come early?”
“No.” Holding her tiny cheeks, the True Ancestor heaved a long sigh. “That bloody Saint Samurai used Sunlight. Now, many of our residents have sensed its warmth. There’s no telling if they’ll do anything.”
“Are you worried that they might start to worship the Goddess of Light?”
The girl nodded.
“But this is the territory of the Nether God. Wouldn’t the worshipers of the Goddess of Light be considered rebels?”
The black-haired girl cried, “Sophie doesn’t care! She’s a goddess of order and won’t stop anything that’s legitimate and complies with the rules. She won’t bother even if the Netherworld is filled with sunlight. She might even be glad to see that.”
“Is it really possible?” The maid found it hard to believe. “Ms. Sophie is an expert of dark magic. Wouldn’t her spells be affected if this place was lit up?” “As a matter of fact, she’s quite good at light spells.”
The maid covered her mouth in shock and almost couldn’t believe the news. “Is Ms. Sophie a believer of the Goddess of Light too?”.
“How is it possible?” The black-haired girl rolled her eyes at the maid and said, “She told me that the extremity of darkness is light, and vice versa. So, she’s quite good at light spells. Coincidentally, the Goddess of Light must be very good at dark spells too.”
“I really don’t understand!” The maid found it hard to believe.
“Of course you don’t.” The girl measured her long hair, which reached her hip. “Should I cut it short? This is inconvenient for me to fight with.”
Roland didn’t flee with the flash; he merely moved to the periphery of the Ten Thousand Stones Abyss, or the edge of the great pit. It was approximately the same altitude as where Schuck was floating, so he saw how Schuck was impaled in the heart vividly.
He then left the place, hid among the rocks in the wild, and then left a message in the guild chat.
Roland: “How are you doing? Still alive?”
Schuck: “I’m fine. I’ve been teleported back to the Cathedral of Light. My body is rather weak and it will take six hours for me to recover.”
Roland: “Then take a break. I’ll bring you back here from Fareins when I have time.” Schuck: “Okay.”
Li Lin: “What about us?”
Roland: “Keep lurking if you’re not exposed.”
Li Lin: “Copy that.”
Turning off the guild chat, Roland built a tiny stone house and rested in it.
It was partly meant to recover his magic power. The vampire girl’s terrifying attack almost shattered his Magic Shield. Fortunately, he had modified his shield earlier, and it wouldn’t really be broken until he ran out of mana, although it would consume more mana to resist damage when it was in the status of “ruined.”