Chapter 619: The voice inside the Holy Grail (1/2)

GDK 619: The voice inside the Holy Grail

After he got rid of the divine knight and old shaman, Han Shuo turned his gaze onto the Light Pope and the divine magus. As to those sacred magi from the Shrine of Ice, they were just too weak to be regarded at all by Han Shuo.

Their meager strengths was only one of the factors. But what more crucial was that they were frightened of him. There was basically no will left in them to put up a fight. Even their thoughts of exacting revenge were crumbled. Without that, Han Shuo refused to even consider them a threat even if their powers were on par with Han Shuo’s.

From the moment the divine knight and old shaman began to storm towards Han Shuo, the Light Pope and divine magus had never stopped monotonously reciting their incantations. It was only when Han Shuo skewered the divine knight and old shaman with his hand that the duo raised their heads and took a grieving glance at their partners.

However, a glance was all they gave.

The Light Pope and the divine magus lowered their heads again right after, carrying on with their chanting. The spell was long, verbose, and abstruse. Their tones were heavy and stifling, as though brewing some spell of extremely destructive firepower.

Once the divine knight and old shaman were dead, Han Shuo turned his cold eyes to the Light Pope and the divine magus. He discovered that the two had carried on with their incantations as though nothing had happened. It was as though they didn’t realize that Han Shuo was eyeing them like a ravening tiger and could kill them at any moment.

This kind of intense concentration gave Han Shuo a feeling of unease, as though something wasn’t quite right. The arrival of this feeling was sudden and baffling. Therefore, Han Shuo did not recklessly charge ahead but became much more prudent.

The Light Pope and the divine magus could remain calm and composed in the face of death. However, the same could not be said about the two Shrine of Ice sacred magi that came with them.

Although Han Shuo’s cold, fierce eyes cared not to even linger on the two, because of their immense fear of Han Shuo, they felt as though Han Shuo’s target was themselves. After their Shrine of Ice was destroyed, the two had aspired to avenge their shrine. They had transformed their wishes into acts in this operation. But when they finally stood before the fearsome Han Shuo, seeing how he had callously, cruelly, and simply finished the divine knight and old shaman, the fear that they had tried so hard to repress broke loose from the depths of their hearts and shattered them to bits in the process. Their not-so-staunch determination to avenge had been demolished.

“Ahhh!!! “ The terror in their hearts grew ever more unbearable. They finally broke down and bawled hysterically.

The two sacred magi had lost their minds and taken nuts and bolts to be the next best alternative. A series of water magic was sent shelling and wheezing at Han Shuo. Broadswords glistening with the cold radiance of ice ferociously shot towards Han Shuo.

The two sacred magi had simultaneously gone mad and were now retreating instead of charging ahead. Their faces were slathered with a complex mixture of fear and resentment.

“Ha.” Han Shuo knew that these sacred magi of the Shrine of Ice had too much fear in their hearts. With their minds melded with so many chaotic emotions, they could simply pose no threat.

However, as they had taken part in the assault on the Babylon Academy of Magic and Force, in addition to being top-notch experts of the Shrine of Ice, there was no way that Han Shuo would let them walk away alive.

Under the sky of hail, Han Shuo suddenly vanished. But the next moment, out of thin air, he appeared at the only evacuation path the sacred magi had.

The Demonic Blades suddenly blossomed from his two hands like two enormous, enchanted flower buds blossoming from his hands. With a flick of his wrists, the clean and cold flower buds were stained with fresh red blood.

The flower buds burst out from the backs of the two sacred magi, leaving two grisly openings constantly gushing with blood.

After two quick stifled groans, the two sacred magi whose minds was overtaken by fear were cleanly ended. They collapsed and beautifully dyed the ground red.

Han Shuo withdrew his fingernails and casually flung away the blood dripping off his hands.

Of the six attackers, four were finished off by Han Shuo. He turned to look at the two remaining experts and said unhurriedly, “Hey, enough with the tricks already.”

Han Shuo did not expect that these two experts from the Shrine of Ice would be indifferent to Han Shuo’s words. They kept silent and still as though having fallen into a meditative state.

An uneasy feeling surged through Han Shuo’s heart. When he looked at the two from behind, for some reason, he felt rather apprehensive and fidgety. Even since attaining Nine Changes realm in demonic arts, Han Shuo had rarely ever felt his mind in disorder during a battle. He became even more cautious towards the duo.