Chapter 1177 - Specter Swordsman (1/2)

According to Angelina, the path that Erin pointed at led to a stone door, which Angelina discovered by accident. Angelina thought she was so lucky for finding the exit so soon, but was utterly disappointed at the very next moment. Because when she was about to open the door, a specter shuttled out of it suddenly, raised its sword, and slashed at her. In the beginning, Angelina thought she was strong enough to defeat the enemy, only to realize the enemy was too powerful, and Angelina’s spirit was almost pulled out of her body. After constant struggles, Angelina left this ridiculous place immediately and had no intention of heading back. She couldn’t communicate with the specter either. Whenever she spoke, the specter acted as though it didn’t hear her and flourished its blade at her like a lunatic! Thanks to that, Angelina scrambled in ignominious defeat and almost lost her life. It was due to this reason that Angelina cursed that insane specter in front of Erin. Angelina deemed the specter as irrational, foolish, and idiotic, where its brain was full of muscle and it couldn’t do anything else apart from fighting.

Of course, among all the possible reasons, Angelina didn’t know if the specter was simply venting its anger.

Despite the complaints, Angelina and Erin were calm to the possible appearance of that specter. In the Country of Darkness, it was par for the course to use specters to watch over important channels, facilities, and treasures. That was why Erin wasn’t surprised that one was here. On the contrary, this also proved to her that the path ahead would indeed lead them to the exit. Perhaps the reason why it attacked Angelina was that it recognized her as not being one from the royal family. This wasn’t a rare occurrence, especially in tunnels where only royal family members could enter. As soon as any outsiders arrived, it couldn’t be helped that the specter would eliminate them swiftly.

After making her decision, Erin led Angelina ahead. Shortly after, they passed through the tunnel and arrived at the stone door that Angelina mentioned.

“How strange…”

Standing on the bluestone brick floor and gazing at the stone door, Erin knitted her brows. The stone door wasn’t considerably tall and was only about two meters wide like ordinary ones. But what left Erin doubtful was the patterns engraved on it. She thought the patterns should be the same as the ones earlier, where only the dragon race could understand. But after taking a closer look, Erin discovered it was completely different than she had expected. Not only were they not in traditional patterns recognizable by the dragon race, but the texts were also entirely different. Despite that, Erin felt like she had seen the patterns somewhere in the past…

It feels so familiar…

At this thought, Erin twitched her brows.

That’s right, there were similar patterns in that palace on Earth. Could this be a product of that era?

(Angelina, can you contact His Majesty Rhode?)

At this thought, Erin took half a step back and communicated with Angelina using telepathy. Upon hearing Erin’s question, Angelina shook her head depressingly.

(I can’t, Your Highness Erin. I tried and even though it should work… something seems to be blocking off my spiritual communication with Master.)

Seems like the Dark Curtain’s the culprit.

Upon hearing Angelina’s answer, Erin let out an inward sigh deep down. This unique trip away from home made her understand a lot of secrets about the Dragon Soul Continent, so she more or less had some judgment about the things around her now. That was why she hoped that Angelina could contact Rhode to perhaps give her some suggestions. But now that it was impossible, she could only rely upon herself. Erin lifted her head and scanned the surroundings. The lunatic that Angelina mentioned didn’t show up yet. Erin wondered where it was hiding right now. She stepped toward the stone door and extended her hand.

Swish!

At the next moment, Erin stepped back quickly, while strands of her cut hair flew in the breeze. The moon princess turned around silently and drew a distance apart from the stone door. She gripped the sword in her right hand, staring alertly in front of her. At the same time, an apathetic and lucid specter drifted out of the stone door.

The specter looked like a young lady of 16 years old. She wore a thin, cicada wing-like dress. Her green, silky hair floated in the windless air. Along with her movement, glitters of spiritual light emanated and encircled her. Her elegant and refined face had no expression as though she were a statue. Her bright green eyes were as ice-cold as a pool of water, reflecting a disturbing and chilling light. Gazing at Erin, the young lady didn’t say a word, but extended and waved her hand forward instead.

At a glance, the young lady’s action seemed meaningless because Erin had already drawn a distance of around 4 meters apart from her. But along with this action, Erin grimaced. She raised her sword, placing her left palm on the blade and sliding to the side immediately.

Clang!

Loud rasps rang instantly, while a series of sparks flew out of Erin’s blade. She stood slantingly, posturing with the sword in her hand. Along with this movement, dazzling blade rays emanated in the pitch-blackness. In an instant, the flickering lights were as glaring as lightning, illuminating the dark world in complete whiteness. Erin seized the opportunity and dashed ahead. Her sword metamorphosed into a curtain of blade rays, striking at the young lady!

(Your Highness Erin, be careful. This lunatic is wielding a shapeless sword!)

As soon as Erin heard Angelina’s warning, the former felt a gentle flow of blade winds brushing her ear. She flipped around without any hesitation, drawing blade arcs in midair continuously. Along with this swift movement, bright lights flickered from her blade. In an instant, the entire world was filled with a glaring brilliance, followed by the ringing of collision.

(Go to hell, you bast*rd!)

After the clash between Erin and the specter young lady yielded no result, Angelina who lurked in the darkness pounced over instantly. Her hands twinkled in a subtle red glow, striking at the back of the specter young lady silently. This time, Angelina was merciless. During her time in this escape route, she was beaten up by this specter whenever she got close, causing her to sneak away in humiliation every time. If it weren’t for her identity as a vampire and her inheriting the power of the first ancestors, perhaps she would have died a lot of times by now. It was due to this reason that Angelina bore a massive grudge against this young lady. Now that she had this perfect chance to ambush her, she wouldn’t let it go to waste!

Since vampire was a synonym to treacherous and shameless, there wasn’t anything wrong with ambushing!

The moment Angelina’s hands almost penetrated the specter, the latter turned around suddenly and swept a glance at the former. Upon detecting the specter’s gaze, Angelina’s hair stood upright. Using her experiences in battling against this specter, Angelina adjusted her movements instinctively. She withdrew her extended arms and placed them before her chest to defend herself. The specter’s attack left the petite vampire retreating abruptly.

“Argh!”

Even though Angelina thought she was completely prepared for this attack, the ensuing pain made her realize that she underestimated the situation. The powerful impact threw her aside ruthlessly as she crashed into the ground. When she stood to her feet again, a ghastly and bloody wound had appeared on her fair, slender arm. If Angelina didn’t use her power to protect herself instinctively, perhaps this slash of the blade would have been enough to severe her head!

“This bast*rd!”

Gazing at her arm that was hacked off from its bone, Angelina gnashed her teeth. But she wasn’t in the mood to blow her top anymore. This wasn’t the first time she suffered like this. Back then, Angelina didn’t expect the specter to attack her. As a result, the specter chopped off her limbs effortlessly like tofu, leaving Angelina raging and swearing. She struggled and rolled on the ground to reattach her limbs with great difficulty. She thought of seeking revenge, but the results were the same every time, where she either lost an arm or a leg. There was once when the specter had even slashed her head off. Those were some really terrible memories for Angelina.

And over time, she had gotten used to it.