Chapter 617 - Each with Their Own Plans (1/2)

Chapter 617: Each with Their Own Plans

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

“Master, are you okay?” That was Nana. Her voice was the calmest as if everything that had happened was normal.

“Lord!” That was the Magicians and Warriors of Ferde. They stared at Link with reverence. Worship was written all over their faces.

“Duke, how are you?” That was the Red Dragon Warriors. The dragons were known as the Legendary Race, but they’d been shocked by Link’s performance.

This was the first time in Firuman’s recorded history that someone could remain unharmed after facing a divine punishment!

Link also let out a sigh of relief. The earlier clash had been thrilling to the max. Even though he used the Level-17 Legendary spell, he’d had to use extreme effort to stabilize the spell and restrain the Saint.

During this process, any flaw would allow the Saint to break free and ruin everything. He would still be killed.

Thankfully, he’d succeeded.

At this time, the crowd suddenly fell silent and parted to the side. Celine walked over. Her eyes were slightly red, and there were faint trails of tears on her face. She’d been crying.

Link could obviously guess why. Without speaking, he walked up and hugged her. They embraced silently. The surrounding people kept silent too.

After a long while, Celine whispered, “After going back, I’m going to study Soul magic! I want to get stronger! Even if we fail in the end, it’ll be a failure after we worked together. I don’t want to watch from the side anymore.”

Celine’s voice was calm, but Link could hear a determination that hadn’t been present before.

Link was too familiar with Celine’s personality. She would either not do something or use her whole heart and keep going even at a dead end. She wouldn’t stop even if she was defeated.

In the game, she didn’t want to become her father’s slave, so she went from hiding to doing everything to attack. During this process, she’d experienced unimaginable pain and torture. Her personality had even become twisted, but she still kept going.

Since she’d decided, Link wouldn’t disagree. He would do his best to help Celine get stronger so she could take less wrong turns in this process.

Patting her back, Link murmured, “Okay, that’s my girl.”

There were many people watching. After the initial outburst, Celine calmed down. Seeing all the people, her cheeks turned hot. She tried not to act abnormally and pretended to be composed as she broke free from Link.

Link looked up at everyone and smiled. “Alright, the danger is over. Our airship is destroyed, but the magic material inside is still good. Let’s recycle them and then go to the crack.”

“Yes, Lord!” No one objected.

Everyone turned to the ruined airship. Link walked in the crowd, but his mind was on the Jogu in his spatial ring.

He now had 309 while he needed 300 to completely fix the crack. He could summon Travel Magician Aisenis now.

I’ll summon him after we get inside the crack barrier, Link decided.

Just as they were cleaning up the battlefield, Glyn and Molina regrouped at the border between the Golden Plains and Hengduan Mountain Range.

Molina was in bad shape. Her face was horribly pale, and her breaths had a bloody smell. At closer inspection, one would see that her bare skin had cracked, covered with web-like fissures. They were extremely deep and revealed red flesh.

This was the side effect of divine power forcefully entering her body. Earlier, the Saint had used her body.

Glyn was in bad shape too. He’d forcefully used transmissions under the interference of the outside world. Even though he’d succeeded in the end, his internal organs had moved. He wasn’t hurt on the surface, but his internal injuries weren’t any better than Molina. He was a demon, but he was also a Magician. His body was weaker than demon Warriors.

When the two regrouped, they stared at each other speechlessly. Even something as extreme as the divine punishment couldn’t kill the Ferde lord. What more was there to say?

After half a minute, a sudden eagle’s caw broke the silence. Glyn coughed softly and asked, “Priestess, how are your injuries?”

“I’m alright. I can recover after some rest. How about you?” Molina was embarrassed. She’d embarrassed her master today. In order to hide the awkwardness, she had to say this nonsense.

“I’m alright too.”

After that, they were silent again.

The wind blew past. After another pregnant pause, Glyn spoke again. “What happened today was actually an accident. The Ferde lord must have been prepared. That’s why he could fight against the divine punishment. His background probably isn’t that simple either.”

“What do you mean?” Molina asked.

“The humans say that he’s the God of Light’s chosen one…”

Molina froze and then shook her head. “I don’t think so. My master hasn’t seen the glory of the chosen one on him. He never prays to the God of Light or contacts the church either.”

“Uh…” Glyn didn’t know what to say. He obviously wasn’t as familiar about religion as the priestess. But he had his own reasons. “How do you explain his last move?”