NOVPUBChapter 486: Chapter 426 The Knight
The Traveling Poet scrutinized the heavy cross sword in his hands, his expression somewhat complex.
Truthfully, the sword seemed to hold a certain allure for him, especially the Character Card slot that had activated the moment he got his hands on it was a delightful surprise.
Grasping the hilt, he felt not the slightest bit of unfamiliarity, instead a deep sense of familiarity and longing.
However, the more he felt this way, the more the Traveling Poet resisted; after all, people subconsciously resist things trying to control them.
Moreover, throughout his journey, he began to feel an illusionary sensation towards everything in the script, towards himself, and what he had witnessed.
His current emotions were definitely different from before.
Yet he was unable to stop this transformation.
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Perhaps it was due to the activation of the Character Card, or maybe his rationality was not as strong as he believed.
The Traveling Poet caressed the indentation of the Cross Guard, hesitating.
“Hey!
Can you stop daydreaming?
He’s about to unleash his big move!”
At this moment, the Archaeologist’s shocked voice once again shattered his reverie.
The Traveling Poet looked up to see the butler, who had previously been struggling to control the darkness, was now releasing his power again.
Numerous howling Evil Ghosts were held aloft by his darkness, clogging the corridor and the darkness reached the arches of the ceiling.
It seemed that Armand Ray intended to smash this mass of darkness at them.
If that happened, even if they resisted the corrosion, they would probably be torn apart by the monsters inside.
𝘯𝗈𝘷𝘨𝘰.co
The presence of the Abyss grew stronger, and the castle walls began to seep darkness.
The creatures trapped on the other side of the Abyss were struggling and extending their claws, as if they were about to climb out.
Under such circumstances, it’s questionable if they would even make it to hell after death.
Now was the time to use any trump cards without hesitation.
The Traveling Poet sighed, taking out the Angel Badge from his pocket; in contrast to the pristine cross sword, the badge was weathered and its original color was no longer discernible.
He placed the badge onto the metal triangle of the Cross Guard and gently pressed down, and it clicked perfectly into place.
The next moment, the badge became brand new!
The Traveling Poet was stunned as the heavy cross sword in his hand burst into a supremely Holy light, and with it, an irresistible Divine Power surged from the blade into his body and straight to his brain!
“Ugh…!”
The Traveling Poet suddenly clutched his head as a throbbing pain like churning surged through his mind.
He could feel something crazily squeezing his consciousness!
A myriad of complicated images flashed through his Sea of Consciousness, violently and directly stuffing those perceptions into his brain without any regard for whether the host could withstand this sudden mental shock.
When the Archaeologist first saw him pull out the badge, her heart was filled with shock and joy.
Then she saw the Holy aura emanating from the cross sword, ecstatic, until she realized that the Traveling Poet had suddenly lost his ability to act.
Instead of wielding the sword to repel the Abyss, he was clutching his head in agony.
Instantly her excitement turned into pure shock!
Life is indeed full of highs and lows.
But the Holy aura of the cross sword was indeed genuine, stronger than the Divine Power that burst forth from the female student, as if the light had been condensed from countless acts of faith.
In that moment of its awakening, all the blood and evil coiled around the cross sword dissipated, and the light it emitted completely eradicated the darkness in their area.
It could definitely counter the Abyss!
But the user, you must not fail now!!
The Archaeologist rushed over, grabbing the Traveling Poet’s shoulders and shaking him: “Hey, what’s wrong with you?
He’s unleashing his big move, don’t let us down now!”
The Traveling Poet’s eyes were shut tight, his expression pained, and the veins on his forehead were even bulging out, his whole body trembling as he breathed rapidly.
But his right hand was still firmly grasping the cross sword.
Seeing he was still not awake, the Archaeologist glanced at the wave-like tide of darkness and went to grab the cross sword in his hand.
Bang!
However, the moment the Archaeologist touched the blade, she was repelled by a force, and she stared at the sword, completely dumbfounded!
I’ve painstakingly brought you out of the Blood Pool, and now you’ve become sanctimonious, turning your back on me just like that?!
If it weren’t for your usefulness, I would have blown you up long ago!
She gritted her teeth in anger, “Fine, I’ll buy you some more time!”
With those words, she stood up in front of the Traveling Poet and flipped a few marbles into the air.
The marbles floated in a line, connected by arcs of electricity.
The archaeologist’s expression darkened as she formed seals with her hands, the shimmering electric light jumping between her and the marbles.
“Let’s see how you like my damage, trash!”
She clenched her teeth and hummed, the floating marbles quickly flew toward Steward Armand Ray, closing the dozens of meters in the corridor in an instant!
What followed was a deafening explosion!
“Boom—!”
Electricity raged in the darkness, flames curling up and burning through the dark, the archaeologist’s face quickly turning pale.
The violent explosion seemed to shake the entire corridor, and the darkness ahead was dispersed by the blast, slowing the steward’s efforts to accumulate darkness.
Armand Ray abruptly looked up at her, his dark eyes leaking black mist, his voice as hoarse and heavy as an Evil Ghost from hell, “A futile struggle!”
The archaeologist sneered, lifting a few more marbles, “Then let’s see how many more moves you can take from me.”
The forces between the marbles connected, and then linked back to her.
This time, she didn’t need to gather strength.
The archaeologist clapped her hands in mid-air, and the sparkling marbles charged at Armand Ray!
Each marble, no more than three centimeters in size, turned into the most violent of bombs.
Armand Ray could only use darkness as a shield in front of him.
The explosion tore into the dark, disrupting the forming monsters inside, their shrieks almost bursting the eardrums!
The archaeologist grunted, blood trailing from the corner of her mouth, her breath immediately growing weaker.
“Harnessing external forces is one thing, using your own power is quite another, maybe I should just run away.
You all can cover the retreat,” the archaeologist wiped the corner of her mouth and looked back at the Traveling Poet as she spoke.
But when she turned around, she locked eyes with a pair that shone with a golden light, sending a shiver through her!
This person had stopped hurting without her knowing when.
Archaeologist: “…”
Archaeologist: “So you’ve been watching for quite a while, haven’t you?”
The Traveling Poet didn’t speak, emotionlessly standing up with his heavy sword in hand, his posture upright.
At this moment, his aura was powerful and dignified, exuding a sacred solemnity!
In the distance, Armand Ray narrowed his eyes slightly, “A knight?”
The Traveling Poet raised his heavy sword high, its blade gleaming with light, imbued with an incomparable Divine Power, splendid and sacred!
Suddenly, Armand Ray let out a long howl, morphing into an obese, twisted monster.
Darkness churned around him, countless monsters roaring as they swarmed towards the knight!
“Humility!
Integrity!
Compassion!
Valor!
Justice!
Sacrifice!
Honor!
Faith!”
A commanding and resonant shout rang out, and with each word the Traveling Poet cried, the Divine Power of the sword grew brighter!
“In the name of my Lord—”
“Against all forces of evil!”
“In the name of this sword—”
“Slay!”
The dazzling light shot up from the Tall Tower, a Divine and brilliant radiance descending from the sky and rushing towards the boundless darkness!
In the end, a thunderous roar shook the earth!
The long corridor standing before the Tall Tower broke apart!
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