Chapter 552 (2/2)

Just then, a message from the game system flashed before Link.

Player Link has successfully forged a Legendary mid-level rune and receives 200 Omni Points as his reward.

At this stage, he could exchange one Omni Point for one Realm Essence point. It was a reasonable deal.

Rune integration a success. Please rename your magical sword.

Link thought for a moment, then said, “From now on, this sword belongs to me completely. I’ll name it… Ode of a Full Moon.”

When he was finished, Link slowly sheathed his sword. Once the sword was back inside its scabbard, the enchantment workshop darkened considerably. The general air of tranquility in the room had also subsided.

It was as if the moon had sunk behind the mountains. Everyone began to stir from the calm, distant mood that the sword had put everyone in.

All the Magicians in the workshop heaved a wistful sigh.

There was things in this world which might not seem like much at first, but their absence was enough to leave one in a sorrowful disposition as if there was now something important missing in this world.

It seemed that Link’s Ode of a Full Moon sword had such an effect on people.

Once the sword was back in its scabbard, Link received a message concerning the Ode of a Full Moon sword’s true nature.

Ode of a Full Moon

Level-14 Magical Sword

Description: This is a sword fit for a king. You would be hard-pressed to tell exactly what powers this sword possesses, but one thing’s for sure: all your enemies will submit to its power once it leaves its scabbard.

(Note: The sword sings high into the moonlit sky.)

“Everyone, I’ll be leaving for the Golden Plains. I leave Ferde and its matters to your capable hands. Especially you three, Eliard, Vance and Alloa.”

All three of them were Link’s most trustworthy Magicians of the Mage Tower.

Eliard was Link’s best friend and also the most innovative Magician he had ever known. Vance had lifetimes’ worth of experience, while Alloa had a gift for seeking out the absolute truth of things. Together, their strengths compensated for each other’s weaknesses. That should be more than enough to see Ferde through these turbulent times.

Link then gave a Magician’s salute to the three of them. As of now, he was no longer a lord but simply a scholar in pursuit of magical knowledge.

Eliard and the others were aware of Link’s plan. They straightened their backs then solemnly saluted back at him.

Link nodded at Evelina and the others. His eyes finally fell on Celine, who had not spoken a word. He smiled, and Celine smiled back at him. As they looked at each other, a white light engulfed Link, and soon, he was gone from the Mage Tower.

A moment later, he appeared 10,000 feet in the air. This was his latest upgraded version of the Dimensional Jump spell. The maximum distance he could teleport across was now 10,000 feet.

In the air, Link activated Void Walk. His entire body transformed into a streak of light which hurtled through the air towards the Golden Plains.

…

Black Forest, Skeletal Fort

A secret congregation was underway in a secret room; its participants consisted of Nagas, Beastmen, demons and Dark Elves. They were all major players in the Army of Destruction.

The room was dim that no distinguishing features could be seen on the shadowy figures occupying the room.

“Parmese’s tribe has broken off from the rest of his kind. The king of the Beastmen may not take kindly to this.”

“He’s most likely already decided to ally himself with the humans to storm the North. At this rate, the humans’ forces in the South will soon grow even stronger.”

“The Beastmen may appear unified, but they still employ a tribal system. If we remove the king from the equation, whatever semblance of power the Beastmen have will disintegrate into a puff of smoke.”

“Are you talking about assassinating Avatar?”

“Sounds like a great plan, but who’s gonna do it?”

“Me.” The speaker had a small, delicate physique, and there was a long spear behind their back.

“One will not be enough,” a Naga Priest spoke.

“Count me in.” A winged demon stepped forth, a pale blue sword in his hand. It was a fallen angel.

“Alright, anyone else? We need to make this work on our first try. There won’t be any room for error here,” said the Naga Priest.

“I want in. It’s about time I avenge my fallen brethren, anyway,” a low voice rumbled. A slender, muscular figure stepped out from the shadows. It was the Storm Warlord Parmese. He held two swords in his hands that were as slender as a pair of palm leaves.

“The three of you should suffice. But Avatar’s strength is the stuff of legends. I fear this mission may not go smoothly, especially if the king of the Beastmen is expecting assassins being sent his way. I’ll cast transformation spells on the three of you, disguise you as Beastmen…”

The Storm Warlord Parmese interjected, “It’d be best if you could disguise us as humans. Beastmen can distinguish their targets via smell. A simple disguise would not be enough to fool them. On the other hand, we may be able to easily sabotage the humans’ plans if we’re disguised as one of them!”

“Well said. Then we’ll do as you say.”