hotmtlnovel Chapter 222 - 194: Magic Ring Shard
Chapter 222 - 194: Magic Ring Shard
Chapter 222: Chapter 194: Magic Ring ShardThe ghost thrown into the well struggled, the agony and struggle of the soul needing no medium to be conveyed, resonating naturally.
"Sir?" Reed frowned unconsciously as he looked at the scenes below.
As living beings, anyone who witnessed such a scene would feel an uncontrollable instinctive disgust.
The sight wasn’t particularly horrifying, but the soul’s instinct was resisting the uncomfortable twisting and merging.
Another three ghosts were forced to jump into the well, but this time the effect wasn’t as good, the struggling and writhing ghosts didn’t jump back out, only bubbles gurgling and bursting sounds were heard before the well finally returned to silence.
A failed attempt seemed to have angered something here, as the howling and moaning wind appeared again, and ghosts began to flee uncontrollably.
Lind finally understood why after a while that irritating wind would blow, and why ghosts would run out; they weren’t attacking, but escaping.
Fortunately for them, the ghosts weren’t fleeing in their direction, otherwise the uncontrollable ghosts, yearning for the lives of the living, would inevitably have lunged at them.
"Sir, we should get out of here," Reed said, suppressing the nausea in his soul and avoiding looking at the well.
The moaning in the wind had stopped, and ghosts continued to be driven into the well.
"You know I won’t leave," Lind said. "Have you forgotten why we came here in the first place?"
Feeling the soreness in his body from prolonged fighting, Reed raised his sword, "Sir, I think charging in directly is not a good idea."
"You stay here," Lind said with a slight smile, "and follow my commands as bait."
The Lord’s figure disappeared from Reed’s sight.
In his eyes, the ability of a Rune Messenger to craft Mystic Rune weapons far exceeded that of an assassin, but it didn’t mean Lind hadn’t learned to use this power. Any skill, given the method and steps, he could master at a glance, and he did it even better than the Undead and Milan, achieving true "stealth," suppressing even the slightest sound.
Moving stealthily among a group of ghosts that cared only about the presence of the living and not sounds, Lind wasn’t entirely sure, but he could also adopt the logic of the Undead: best to succeed in stealth, and if it failed, kill everyone who saw him.
The stealth was very effective, Lind easily bypassed each ghost,
The weapon was too short, which made it difficult to counter the opponents’ sweeping slashes, and the constant stream of ghosts sneaking attacks repeatedly impeded Reed’s assaults.
"No problem!" Reed, exerting himself, took out another bottle of sword oil and applied it to his blotchy and deformed sword.
A normal sword in the "Clore’s Fury" would continually weaken as if being forged again and again, becoming increasingly fragile.
Weapons were consumables for them.
The two fought side by side, with Reed leading the charge to break through the encirclement.
Struggling mightily against the heavy encirclement of spectral monsters, they reached a well.
Wells had an inexplicable deterrent effect on ghosts.
"They dare not come over! Hahaha!" Reed laughed out loud sitting next to the well.
The encirclement suddenly diminished; he breathed a sigh of relief.
Only the sword-wielding ghost knights continued to advance unheedingly. Without the nuisance and numerical advantage, individual ghost knights posed no real threat in Reed’s eyes.
One-on-one sword fighting was Reed’s forte; he quickly lowered his posture to close the distance. There was no other way but to attack fiercely when facing a long-handle weapon with a short blade.
The "small hammer" struck the chest of a ghost knight, the sudden impact denting the armor, followed by a second blow that successfully smashed through its body.
When Reed had dealt with all the ghost knights, there were no more ghosts in sight, and hundreds of other ghosts had fled.
"It’s this thing," Reed looked at the well beside him.
It was emitting a ghostly blue light, and it seemed like there was something inside.
Going directly in was unwise; Reed did not want to merge with something and become some kind of spectral monster, nor could he stand his body and soul becoming viscid.
"Sir?" Reed sensed Reed’s hesitation. "Is there something inside?"
"I know who can help get it out."
The [Banshee’s Horn], bound with chains, was lowered into the surface of the well by Reed in a fishing manner, just touching the surface.
Whish~!
The figure of Ghost Selena appeared in the well.
She was first a bit dazed then very excited, "I can feel my soul boiling."
Soul boiling?
Reed had always thought this well was some kind of vile thing, forcibly merging souls into something entirely new, definitely not something benign.
"Don’t you feel uncomfortable?" he asked.
"No, of course not!" Selena rolled in the water, "It’s comfortable, I feel favored by magic!"
Reed frowned, leaned over the well, and gently touched the surface of the water. The moment his fingertips touched the water, he felt a clear surge of power flow into his body.
But unlike what Selena described, he did not feel his soul boiling, but rather his flesh and blood boiling, and the four crests on his chest seemed somewhat excited, speeding up significantly in their operation.
His body felt like it was suddenly in an enhanced state.
Even his understanding of power seemed to have risen momentarily.
This feeling was like—evolution!
Reed withdrew his hand, "What’s in there?"
"Wait!"
Selena dove deep into the well and after a while came up holding a sparkling, translucent shard.
Although it was less than one-fifth the size of a little fingernail, it emanated a dazzling brilliance that irresistibly drew the attention of both Reed and Selena.
There could be nothing more beautiful in the world.
"What is this?"
"My memory seems to have recovered a bit," Selena said, "This should be, a shard of the Magic Ring."