NOVPUBChapter 487: Chapter 427 (Added for “Book Friend 20190427191338123″/Book Review)
The holy light completely dispelled the darkness that crashed over like waves, followed by an earth-shattering explosion that shattered the corridor of the castle, sending those standing on it tumbling down helplessly.
Their vision was filled with a blinding white, mixed with ash like clouds, obscuring any view of the surroundings.
As they were falling, the broken pieces of the building quickly flew upwards, dragging them along before reassembling into the corridor.
Prague Castle’s ability to recover was extremely strong; in just a moment, the silver walls, once lost to darkness, returned to their assembled state.
The viscous dark matter that had clung to the walls was gone, revealing the delicate reliefs.
Even after the recent holy purification, the silver walls faintly emanated a soft glow.
The archaeologist’s vision returned, and her eyes lit up with surprise as she hastily looked around.
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To her discovery, the Traveling Poet lay on her left, the female student on her right, and only she and Steward Armand Ray stood.
Archaeologist: “…”
The cross-shaped heavy sword on the ground no longer radiated light; the last strike was almost mutually destructive, but now with the threat of the Abyss receding, Steward Armand Ray still stood his ground.
However, he looked utterly disheveled, his originally luxurious tailcoat tattered and ragged, his body covered in pitch-black wounds, a picture of madness.
“Dirty insects…”
Armand Ray glared at her coldly, his body still wreathed with the decayed and corrupt aura of the Abyss.
Just as the archaeologist tensed, preparing for battle, he turned and charged into the hall behind him.
His speed was swift and decisive, showing no intention of continuing a fight to the death.
Archaeologist: “…”
She paused, vigilantly scanning the area for any other dangers before relaxing slightly.
The archaeologist quickly ran over, vigorously shaking the unconscious Traveling Poet: “Wake up!
Wake up!
We’ve cleared it!”
After shaking for quite some time with no response, she raised her hand.
“Slap!”
Just as her hand was about to come down, the Traveling Poet suddenly opened his eyes and immediately grabbed her wrist.
The archaeologist rolled her eyes.
After a pause, the Traveling Poet seemed to come back to his senses, took in his surroundings, then released her hand and stood up silently.
“Hey, how do you feel, that move just now had quite the presence,” the archaeologist said with interest.
Traveling Poet: “…”
He didn’t respond, only looking down at the cross-shaped heavy sword still in his hand.
That sword was left in the castle by the knight of old.
And upon reawakening the Knight’s Sword, he also gained the memories of Alex Green from the previous century, memories that had been sealed away in Prague Castle.
Strictly speaking, these memories should be considered part of the Character Card, but they were sealed.
Thus when he broke the seal, those memories forcefully jostled into his mind, quite unlike the gentle reception of memories when opening a Character Card.
The Traveling Poet’s feelings were complex because—his character was indeed named Alex.
What’s more complicated is that—Cerys truly was the Witch of Prague Castle.
And now he wasn’t sure if Cerys’s initial approach to him was because she recognized this character as the reincarnation of Alex Green Knight.
With that thought, the special attention Cerys had for him seemed to have found its reason, perhaps?
With this in mind, the Traveling Poet sighed softly.
The only thing that made him happy now was that the slots on the Character Card were almost filled—truly a stroke of great fortune and celebration.
The Traveling Poet comforted his complex feelings.
He turned to the archaeologist and said, “Let’s go, let’s head to the Tall Tower to see how we can get out of here.
Bring her along.”
With those last words, he pointed to the female student still unconscious on the ground. n𝚘𝚟𝚙𝚞𝚋.𝚌o𝚖
The archaeologist huffed, “Then you take the lead.
I don’t have much combat strength left now.”
The Traveling Poet did not refuse and, holding his sword, he stepped towards the palace.
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The tens of meters long corridor seemed brief, yet he inexplicably felt the process was extremely prolonged.
As he drew closer to the palace, a sense of apprehension suddenly surged within him.
Previously, without a memory, he only thought of how to use the girl Cerys, but now, he had to confront an Evil Witch who was deeply infatuated with the Green Knight.
It was even possible that the Witch had deliberately approached him from the very beginning.
These mutual feelings of closeness were strangely eerie.
However, the Witch from his memories seemed to have a very different personality from the one he was about to face.
Of course, it could be because she had been lonely in the castle for a long time.
Moreover, now that he thought more about Alex’s memories, it seemed that the Witch had intentionally let the Knight go.
After all, it was impossible that for over a decade the Witch had failed to notice that her castle had been breached, right?
The Traveling Poet’s head was filled with cluttered thoughts, and at this moment, he had already placed his hand on the palace door, pushing it open with a slight effort.
“Bang!”
The two doors of the palace swung open, hitting both sides with a loud noise.
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When the cross-shaped heavy sword shone with light, Xu Shuo, who was covertly manipulating the Abyss, immediately severed his connection with the darkness.
There was no other reason; he felt an extremely terrifying crisis.
This sensation was as if he had encountered some kind of natural enemy—filled not only with disgust but also an uncontrollable deep aversion and fear from within.
No wonder it is the Holy Court’s Power of Faith, innately restraining evil forces.
Xu Shuo sat back in the armchair, controlling the black vines to rewrap around him, then tidied up the fruits beside him, and finally leaned weakly against the chair.
It was at this moment that Steward Armand Ray came through from outside the door wall.
“Armand, it seems you have failed,” Xu Shuo began teasing leisurely.
“…”
Armand Ray, with a darkened face, staggered over to his side.
He was about to touch the girl but then saw the filth on his own hands.
The white lace at his cuffs was now stained black.
He paused for a moment but still extended his finger to gently caress the girl’s cheek, saying with a warm smile, “My master, I absolutely won’t let them come near you.
To protect you, I think I must sacrifice Prague.”
Xu Shuo narrowed his eyes, “Armand, you know what Prague Castle means to me.”
“It’s alright, master.
Look at this power; it can grant you a new life.”
“You said you wouldn’t let these things dirty me.”
“But there’s no other way now…”
Armand Ray’s face showed pain as he caressed the cheeks of the girl with both hands, allowing the sticky darkness to cling to her pale, delicate face.
The blood flowing through his veins was no longer red but a decaying, foul-smelling Dark Matter, and even his pupils and sclera were as black as the Abyss.
He had now completely transformed into an Abyss Creature.
“To be with you forever, I must do this, my master.”
Behind Armand Ray, darkness spread out, and a tar-like viscous substance pulsated and wriggled towards the girl.
Xu Shuo’s gaze grew heavy.
As the Traveling Poet outside placed his hand on the palace door, he directly controlled the castle to open the door with a “bang”!
This sudden noise also made Armand Ray stop his encroachment on the girl, turning around abruptly with a fierce expression!
“Persistent pest!”
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