Chapter 1729 - Healed (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The Mad Lord’s power was taking over Grand Duke Owen’s body.

Not just physically, but also on the soul level. He could even feel his soul clearly being chipped away.

Hao Ren approached the bed and carefully observed the wound while the MDT flew around it.

Grand Duke Owen and the silver-haired woman paused for a moment, looking puzzled when they saw the MDT, but no one noticed the tiny details except Rheia.

“Yes, it is the result of the Mad Lord’s power, but this man has slowed down the erosion process with his strong willpower and physical strength,” said the MDT in Hao Ren’s head. “Samples have been taken. Start thinking about treatment options.”

“We want to know what happened last night,” Vivian suddenly said, stepping forward. “If you can tell us…”

Grand Duke Owen fixed his eyes on the guests in the room, pondered a moment, and asked, “Why are you interested? How much do you know about my wounds?”

“A lot,” said Rheia, gently pointing at the wound on Owen’s chest, and the rotting flesh stopped wriggling for a moment. “I can even cure you. But only if you can tell us details regarding the Knights of the Ebon Blade who turned into monsters.”

Grand Duke Owen looked at the changes in his wound in astonishment, his eyes flickering with a strange expression. Shortly after, he laughed. “It seems wise to have you all here. There is nothing to hide about what happened last night. I think you have heard the rumors.”

“We heard that a team of the Knights of the Ebon Blade reached the northern legion post last night, and the Knights of the Broken Blade noticed them,” Hao Ren went on. “The Knights of the Broken Blade greatly overpowered the Knights of the Ebon Blade, but the Knights of the Ebon Blade suddenly burst with monstrous power…”

“They turned into complete monsters.” Owen nodded. “There were only about a dozen attackers, and I suspect that they were mutating in a totally controlled way. It was a well-planned situation. Their armor melted like wax, then metal and flesh fused as they grew. A great number of asymmetrical limbs grew from their bodies, and several mouths as well as eyes, opened wide on their skulls. The roar from their mouths are mind-numbing, and looking them in the eye can drive a weak-minded person mad on the spot. Ordinary soldiers are no match for these fellows—cuts from swords heal almost in the blink of an eye, but being stabbed by their limbs or blades can be fatal.”

Grand Duke Owen spoke while he pointed at the wound on his chest. “When the ordinary soldiers were wounded by them, they all became similar monsters in a short time. These monsters can only survive for a short time, but they bring about disastrous consequences. I was actually hurt by them, but I have lasted a little longer than the others.

“I was going to use myself as a sample and return to the castle to let the scholars and wizards study my wound to find a way to fight the corrosion, but none of the treatments have worked. Even Scholar Holman can only prolong my life for a day. If you had not shown up, I would have been ready to leave the castle.”

Grand Duke Owen’s message was clear: he was leaving the castle not to return to the frontline, but to exile himself in the wild, or even end his life because once a powerful fighter like him was completely mutated… even if the monster only survived for a short period of time, the damage could be devastating.

Hao Ren nodded slightly. Grand Duke Owen’s description was very detailed and had sufficient reference value. There was no doubt that the Knights of the Ebon Blade’s mutation was caused by the forces of the Mad Lord. But based on their “controlled” and “purposeful” mutation, it could be concluded that a superior individual or “brain” unit was controlling everything behind them.

In L’Haronne, the “brain” should be the Dragon Soul Emperor.

“About what time were you attacked?” asked Lily.

Grand Duke Owen thought for a moment. “About half an hour after midnight.”

“Then the time is right. It was when we sensed the ‘explosion’,” Vivian said, nodding.

“Explosion?” Charlemagne asked, somewhat puzzled.

“Ah, you may not have sensed it, or you may not have realized it even if you sensed it,” said Lily, waving her hand. “It was last night when the storm was at its worst. An evil force burst forth from the direction of the imperial capital, roughly the same time as the attack on Grand Duke Owen.”