Chapter 280: Infamy (1/2)
Chapter 280: Infamy
“Damn it!” Deborah cursed in a low voice. She had clearly felt that something was wrong and immediately retreated to her room. She was actually very quick, despite her short and fat stature. She intended on hiding in her room to hinder the attacks from the dark creatures.
She released a high level water magic ice spell, creating a white fog that covered a vast area. A crystal clear ice wall sealed the door and emitted white mist beneath the sunlight.
The evil knight spurred his warhorse forward, holding a bone lance bigger than his body, as he charged. He raised the bone spear and stabbed fiercely at the ice wall.
Clang!
Miraculously, the ice wall condensed by the ice spell actually had great defensive ability. The huge bone lance had created such a huge impact upon colliding with the ice wall, but could only drill a small hole. It couldn’t break through the defenses of the ice wall.
“Ice Blade Slash!” Deborah’s shout echoed from inside the room.
Cold wind howled as snow scattered across the sky. Blades of ice spun as they shot towards the dark creatures that occupied the yard. The low level skeletal warriors couldn’t withstand the ice blades, causing their bones to scatter across the ground. Even the flying gargoyles fell down in succession under the attack of the ice blades.
However, higher ranked creatures, such as zombie warriors and hate warriors, still stood firmly after being struck by the ice blades. The group slowly advanced towards the room that Deborah was in, joining forces with the evil knight and assaulting the ice wall.
Han Shuo smiled coldly as he stood proudly in the yard under the Canopy of Necromancy. He leisurely watched the fight between the dark creatures and Deborah, and secretly exulted in the most appropriate way to use necromancy magic.
Clang!
The ice wall finally crumbled into pieces beneath the ferocious stabbing of the bone lance in the evil knight’s hand. He rushed into Deborah’s room with his warhorse. Two hate warriors and several zombie warriors followed behind and instantly surrounded the room.
“I surrender, I surrender!” Deborah paled in horror and involuntarily screamed.
When the evil knight destroyed the ice wall and charged into the room with its necromancy troops, Deborah knew that defeat was nigh. She was instinctively scared by the ferocious, heartless eyes of the evil knight and immediately shouted out in a desperate attempt to preserve her poor life.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
A dozen bone spears hurtled through the windows, two of which ambushed Deborah behind. Deborah had yet to react when they pierced through her chubby body and pushed her towards the evil knight.
The evil knight raised his huge bone lance up high. When the lance fell, Deborah’s head also went flying. A stream of blood spewed out and fell upon a smoking green potion, causing it to blow up.
“Murder, murder!” The guard, who’d led Han Shuo in earlier, was instantly horrified when he realized from Deborah’s tragic scream that she must’ve been killed. He shouted loudly while running to the courtyard in the back. Through the yin demons’ surveillance, Han Shuo noticed troops quickly approaching in the distance. Since his target Deborah had been handled, Han Shuo wasted no time. He immediately sent the necromancy creatures back and cut off the mental strength that’d been used to maintain the Canopy of Necromancy, before leaving the yard using the levitation skills.
Over the next five days, Han Shuo used the transportation matrices to visit various cities and towns in the Empire to challenge powerful people. Not only did he win every fight, he even killed his opponents on the spot. His infamy speedily spread through the Empire.
Han Shuo’s identity was slowly acknowledged amongst the ranks of the powerful in the Empire thanks to Candide deliberately spreading the news. Many nobles heard of this powerful young man’s story and expressed their strong interest in him.
In a strictly guarded, luxurious hall in the Lancelot Imperial Palace, His Majesty the King, Uhtred Lancelot wore a loose robe, sitting on his throne as if waiting for something.