Chapter 116 - Chapter 116: Chapter 112: Crushing (2/2)
“A spell of transformation, or perhaps the power of some Mysterious rare artifact?”
William Garcia walked forward calmly, with each step ascending higher, the wind by his side lifting him into mid-air as if he were climbing the stairs to divinity.
There had to be a reason for his rapid arrival from Black Mountain Town!
The next moment, he darted towards Byrne in the high sky with extraordinary speed, the surrounding air even bursting into waves!
“Bang!”
Byrne, still temporarily unable to activate the spirit rune “transcend,” and further hampered by his serious injuries, was quickly caught up with.
It was over.
He felt all thoughts disappear, knowing only that he was about to die and that there would be no future.
William Garcia’s body plunged from the sky like a cannonball, crashing to the ground and shattering the surrounding trees.
Byrne, who had narrowly avoided the attack through “Shape-shifting,” also rolled onto the ground and couldn’t get up for a while.
His Spiritual Power drained, he was even unable to cast “Mirror Deflection” again.
Byrne clearly knew that when he looked up again, it would be the moment of his death.
Just then, all the scenery in front of him suddenly changed; a warm sunny beach appeared out of nowhere, replacing the dark forest, and a gentle sea breeze whispered in Byrne’s ear.
“Huh…”
He stared blankly at the incredible scene before him.
Sunshine spilled onto the golden sand, waves caressed the shore with a gentle cadence, and a soft breeze passed quietly, allowing him to even feel the clean, fine grains of sand under his feet, comfortable and warm.
Without any warning, he found himself suddenly on a warm, sunlit beach.
“Byrne Fischer.”
Byrne suddenly noticed a man wearing a dark gold mask standing beside him, a mask he recognized well as the alchemy mask carried by the participants of the Alchemy Council.
He immediately pondered, could this be someone sent by Lord Viscount Bast, donning an alchemy mask?
The old man wearing the dark gold mask was dressed in a black tailcoat, stalwart and erect, with a voice that was exceedingly gentle and graceful.
“I am the shadow lurking beneath the valiant lions of the Lion clan, tasked with handling those affairs that must not see the light of day. Mr. Byrne, you may call me ‘the Black Lion’.”
The Black Lion?
Byrne instantly understood the man’s role, somewhat akin to Chris in the Lion clan.
Thank goodness!
He finally released a sigh of relief; his decision to report the situation to the Lion clan in advance now seemed to be extremely correct!
The Black Lion was gazing at the distant sea.
Byrne likewise followed the Black Lion’s gaze, looking towards the far-off sea.
William Garcia stood there quietly.
He towered above the sea’s surface, his expression filled with tension and fear. He tried to control the wind to fly but couldn’t, only able to desperately move his feet toward the beach.
However, no matter how long William Garcia walked, he simply couldn’t reach the beach.
His feet could only sink bit by bit into the sea’s surface, falling deeper and deeper until his whole body was gradually engulfed by the sea from foot to head, and finally, with only his arms left, he flailed trying to climb out but it was impossible.
Byrne, witnessing this scene, was utterly astonished and speechless.
He knew all too well how powerful that man was, yet without any ability to retaliate, he just sank into that sea.
Byrne couldn’t help but look at the Black Lion, who stood with his hands behind his back next to him. The old man did not exude an ounce of killing intent, appearing just like an ordinary elderly gentleman.
The Black Lion looked towards the now tranquil sea, nodded, and in a tone used for teaching students, slowly said:
“Mental Magic and Necromancy are both types of magic that are very poorly developed, with the number and quality of spells far inferior to the other six types, but they can occasionally be quite effective.”
“He had no ability to counteract Mental Magic, nor did he carry a Mysterious rare artifact to break the control, so he was utterly defenseless against a Mind-type spell from a high-level Transmutation Spellcaster.”
The old man paused, then continued:
“So, it is over.”
Byrne nodded like a student and bowed respectfully, “Thank you for your rescue. The Fischer family will always be grateful to you!”
“The Fischer family has done well; you have proven your strength, ambition, and wisdom. Rescuing you was the right thing to do, as it will benefit the Lion clan.”
The man wearing the dark gold mask gazed at Byrne, sensing an incomplete yet promising powerhouse growing, even seeing shadows of some great personalities, and perhaps one day, he might become a power revered by the families of the East Coast!
“Recent events in Cyart have become increasingly chaotic, Mr. Byrne, and I must warn you of something important.”
His next words made Byrne break into a sweat instantly!
“Beware the followers of the Lord of the Lost! They have made their appearance on the East Coast, and just last night, they massacred an entire town in a sacrificial slaughter!”
When Byrne came to his senses, he found himself still in the forest, completely unmoved, surrounded by the darkness of night rather than warm sunlight.
The injuries on his body remained, and he struggled to sit up and then settled back on the ground, taking deep breaths and feeling unbearable intense pain all over.
The old man with the gentle and graceful voice had disappeared, and not even William Garcia’s corpse remained in the surroundings; everything that had just happened seemed like a dream.
But he was clear that it was real.
He had been rescued by a member of the Lion clan, and William Garcia was likely dead or captured by the old man.
Yet, when Byrne recalled that final image, he was still shaking and murmured to himself:
“The followers of the Lord of the Lost, they massacred an entire town’s people?”
What on earth was that about?
He fell into contemplation.
Could it be, there are other followers of my lord in this world?