Chapter 177 - Chapter 177: Chapter 170: Help Me Become King! (1/2)
Chapter 177: Chapter 170: Help Me Become King!
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The tattered cloak of the Black Knight shimmered with dark purple light, as if it were the presence of something from the void, and from within the facial armor leaked a faint green gas, resembling a life form from another dimension.
Each wielding a scythe and a spear, they were surrounded by a bewildering haze of black clouds, beneath which their skeletal warhorses trod upon the clouds in pursuit, and from the numerous clouds emerged pale skeletons, their bony hands reaching out viciously as if to grab Byrne.
Byrne kept fleeing, and when the skeletons drew close, he immediately controlled the flames to burn away a large number of skeletons, his heart filled with vigilance.
Those two Black Knights, summoned by powerful Monarch-level Extraordinary Exponents through Necromancy, possessed the powerful strength of mid-level Transmutation, and even dealing with one Death Knight would be difficult for him, let alone two.
He was very clear, his current situation was extremely bad!
And just as Byrne was preparing to fight to the death, he suddenly heard a voice calling out in his mind.
“Wake up…”
He suddenly felt the world beneath his feet trembling slightly, and immediately realized that he was about to wake up; someone in the real world was calling him to come back to consciousness.
So that was it, Byrne thought, suddenly enlightened, that had to be the backup left by Viscount Bast!
Although he didn’t know the details, he could guess a bit in his heart.
Viscount Bast could communicate with someone in the real world in some way, and once any change occurred in the Spirit Realm, the people there would be responsible for waking the sleeping Extraordinary Exponents.
But waking up still took time, and although it might be just a few seconds or even an instant in the real world, in the Spirit Realm it would clearly take longer.
Suddenly, Byrne had a premonition and snapped his fingers.
“Snap!”
A Death Knight, full of the stench of death, swung its massive scythe, and in the next instant, a black crescent of pure death energy swept towards him.
“Whoosh!”
After shape-shifting to evade, the black crescent sliced through where he had just been standing, its power so great it carved a deep trench.
Byrne almost broke into a cold sweat, but before he could recover, the attack from the other Black Knight came as well.
It raised its spear, and hundreds of skeletons burst forth from the black clouds, accompanied by wails and desperation.
“Flames!”
He gathered flames in front of him again, thwarting the skeletons’ assault, while the spear-wielding Black Knight charged towards Byrne’s position!
Byrne was about to snap his fingers again, but suddenly noticed something terrifying!
Simultaneously, the other scythe-wielding Black Knight raised its black scythe again, but didn’t immediately strike, as if waiting for Byrne to evade before launching its attack.
This is bad!
Fear rose in Byrne’s heart, and he knew one thing very clearly, that he couldn’t continuously teleport without interruption, and it was indeed dangerous being surrounded and attacked in coordination by two mid-level Transmutation monsters, he was very likely to die in the Spirit Realm!
“Wake up!”
Suddenly, Byrne’s eyes shot open, and he took deep breaths.
He stared at the pitch-black unfamiliar ceiling, realizing he had woken up, the Black Death Knights, the black clouds, and the skeletons seemed as if they had never existed.
“Did you wake from a dream?”
An old, yet strong palm appeared before him.
Byrne saw Viscount Bast standing by the bed, smiling, the white-haired old man reaching out to him.
So he grabbed the old man’s hand and slowly rose.
There were many other Extraordinary Exponents still in slumber, each lying on different beds, eyes shut, bodies occasionally trembling, and looking extremely unwell.
And some masked black servants were continuously bending over to use strange incense in the underground space, attempting to awaken those still sleeping.
Suddenly, a tall red-haired man woke up, howling in agony, his body shaking violently.
“I am Andersen! I am Andersen!”
Hearing “Andersen” again, Byrne was startled, knowing deep down that the man must have died in the Spirit Realm to be shouting “Andersen”!
Some who died in the Spirit Realm would dream of “Andersen,” then become increasingly insane.
And then, he saw that man suddenly attack the still sleeping people!
“Hahaha!”
Frost erupted from the man’s body, as if intending to freeze everyone around him, and his bloodshot eyes flashed with madness!
Byrne immediately realized something was wrong; the sleeping people had no capacity to resist, but he was too late to intervene!
Suddenly, he vaguely saw something like a liquid emerging from Viscount Bast’s shadow, absorbing all the frost released by the man, devouring it, and then disappearing.
What was that?
Byrne was taken aback, feeling an ominous presence emanating from that entity.