Chapter 77 (1/2)

Chapter 77: A Mortal’s Wisdom

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

The deepest area of the Syndicate’s hideout.

…

No one could determine the origin of the voice. It seemed to be directly transferred to their minds. What was more terrifying was the content.

Mortals? Blatant disregard? Holy Land? Only a God would speak of those words.

Amongst the warriors, Anderson had the most experience in battle and so he took a few steps backward and shouted, “It’s not looking good, we seem to have unknowingly stepped into the forbidden grounds of a dark evil god’s sacrificial altar!”

A secluded cave, eerie undead, strange cursed magic formations, what else could it be other than an evil god?

Captain Jacques’ body began trembling and he screamed in a high pitched voice, “Oh my god!”

Following which, he spun around and ran back to where they came from, cowering in fear.

Alright, that was one man down.

To the common man, a god was mysterious, strong and as intangible as the stars in the night sky—an existence that they could never hope to understand, much less stand up against.

The only way to fight against a god was to render the assistance of another.

Jacker and Gildern also froze upon hearing those words. If not for their adventures with Link and their pledge to the God of Light to protect Link, they would most probably have run off together with Jacques.

“My lord, what do we do now?” He asked. In his eyes, Link was as collected as ever, as though he was just dealing with an ordinary opponent.

He had no idea how Link could stay so calm, but based on his past experiences, he knew that Link definitely had a way to get them out of this mess.

Apart from Link, one other person was exceptionally calm, and that person was Lucy.

The moment she heard the sinister voice, she unsheathed her sword and prepared herself for battle. She smirked when she saw Jacques running away in fear.

“To think that such cowards are protecting River Cove Town. What a joke.”

Naturally, she also felt terrified, but after her close shave from death while escaping from the Syndicate, her attitude towards life had changed. To her, now death was but a destination that everyone would finally arrive at.

If Link lived, there would be hope. However, if Link was met with misfortune, she would accompany him to the lands of the dead.

Before Link could answer Jacker’s question, sounds of hurried footsteps could be heard, and a disheveled Jacques once again emerged from the corridors.

Looking at Link and the others, Jacques had an incredulous expression. This was way out of his expectations. He collapsed to the ground and mumbled, “How can this possible? How…?”

Link immediately knew the reason. “This corridor has also been sealed. It’s pointless to run, the only way out now is to fight!”

“But how?” Anderson softly whispered.

“Destroy the sacrificial altar!” Link spoke without hesitation. At the same time, he pointed his wand at the statue on the altar and fired a glass orb in that direction.

Boom! The shockwaves from the explosion flung centuries-old dirt from the ground and extinguished the candles, causing the hall to descend into darkness. But almost immediately after, the hall was illuminated by another source of light.

A blood-red light surrounded the sacrificial altar, forming a dome of light. From the visibility brought by this faint light, Link could tell that his attack had completely no effect on the altar.

Even stranger things started taking place. The eyes of the statue started glowing in an eerie black light and slowly began to move like a sentient being.

That wasn’t all.

The 50-odd undead in the hall started moving towards the statue as though they were summoned by a higher being. As they moved closer, white balls of light started to emerge from their bodies. When they made contact with the blood-red light dome, these balls of white light transformed into a black sinister cloud of gas and was absorbed by the statue.

Once the white light was absorbed, the undead collapsed onto the floor as though they lost all energy, before rapidly decomposing into piles of ashes.

The speed of the statue increased with every absorption of the sinister black cloud of gas.

“Oh my, the god has revived and is here to eliminate us!” Jacques screamed and ran into the corridor once again. It seemed like they would have to make do with one less person for this fight.

“Link, please think of something!” Anderson was also on the verge of a breakdown, there were probably not many things more terrifying than an evil god statue reviving right in front of your eyes.

In folklore, a god would not only destroy your physical body, but would also torment your soul until your existence was completely destroyed for all eternity. For many Warriors, the death of their physical bodies was not something to be feared, but the destruction of their soul struck fear in their hearts.

Jacker, Lucy, and Gildern held their weapons tightly while chanting the holy name of the God of Light, hoping for his divine protection.

Link, on the other hand, frowned and carefully observed the changes that were happening to the statue.

The statue was extremely sturdy, as evidenced by the ineffectiveness of Link’s attack. However, the absorption of the energy of the undead exposed a clear weakness.