Chapter 618 - Worse than death
GDK 618: Worse than death
As soon as the old shaman charged forward, the berserk energy contained in his body flared up, enhancing his power and speed, and allowing him to arrive before Han Shuo in a split second. His calloused, palm leaf-sized hand bolted out along with it, aiming at Han Shuo’s neck.
The old shaman did not summon mighty beasts as he routinely would, nor did he utilize special shamanic techniques. Rather, he simply activated the explosive energy stored within his body and suddenly launched melee attacks. Han Shuo had not foreseen this.
The three experts of the Church of Light, the Light Pope and two demigod experts, appeared to be waiting for the old shaman to strike first. Splendid radiance shone from the trio’s eyes when the old shaman suddenly rushed towards Han Shuo and they followed suit.
The divine knight was just one step behind the old shaman and was charging at Han Shuo from an angle. After a flash of light, out of nowhere, a pike glistening with holy radiances appeared in his grasp. The pike was around three and a half meters long and gave off golden rays. It contained a terrifying amount of holy energy.
Meanwhile, the Light Pope and that light divine magus lowered their heads at the same time and mumbled some cryptic incantations. The Pope was clasping the Holy Grail and the olive branches. The papal tiara that he wore on his head also contained an astonishing amount of divine energy. Amazingly, by relying on the Holy Grail and olive branches in his hands and the Light Papal Tiara on his head, more and more energy accumulated inside his body. The element of light continuously converged on those three divine weapons and they steadily flowed into his body, raising the energy in his body.
The light divine magus held on tightly to a cross and kept it close to his chest. Golden rays shone from the cross and a pair of wings made of light suddenly grew from his back. The pair of glowing wings coupled with him hovering in mid-air made him look as though he was a non-mortal. It seemed that the cross this demigod light magus was holding so dearly must be another divine weapon of the Church of Light. The church had really utilized plenty of their assets on this operation.
As for the last two attackers, the two sacred magi, due to their overwhelming fear of Han Shuo, they couldn’t seem to react when the rest of their teammates attacked. They foolishly stared ahead and forgot to act in tandem with their Church of Light and orc teammates. It appeared that Han Shuo’s conduct at the Shrine of Ice headquarters had struck fear deep into their hearts, causing them to hesitate to strike in this situation.
Although all this had taken place in just a fraction of a second, Han Shuo’s consciousness was so utilitarian that it could peer all around and give Han Shuo a clear and detailed picture of everyone’s actions.
Han Shuo looked calmly at that old shaman’s big hand covered with calluses. He squinted his eyes slightly as ruthless, murderous and ominous glints glittered from them. He remained still and stood tall on the same ground like a deeply rooted tree.
“Oh? You hope to flee with your soul? Hmm, that’s a good idea, but my sincerest apologies, I’m afraid that won’t be possible!” After Han Shuo split the two bodies into four, when he was about to turn his attention to deal with the remaining two from the Church of Light, his consciousness suddenly detected that the old shaman’s soul did not dissipate between the heaven and earth but was drifting away with the wind.
More often than not, those with mighty souls while alive, could be reborn by relying on a medium using special techniques, just as long as their souls were not scattered in death. That Church of Light’s divine knight must have been poor in the cultivation of his soul and therefore it had gradually scattered between heaven and earth after his physical body was destroyed. He definitely had no hope for a second life.
Seeing the old shaman’s soul drift further and further with the wind, Han Shuo gave a snort and flicked a finger. A dark radiance shot right at the old shaman’s soul and was pulled right back to Han Shuo. It was then confined within the ring, which had previously sheltered Gilbert’s soul.
For the old shaman’s soul to not dissipate after death meant that his soul energy was rather decent. It was most suitable for Han Shuo to refine some demonic weapons that required mighty souls as primers. Of course Han Shuo would capture it.
After the old shaman’s soul fell into the Soul Depository Ring, through the wonderful effect of the ring, Han Shuo heard the old shaman’s soul bellow in irreconciliation, “Let go of me! I will kill you! You despicable thing!”
“What a poor soul. How are you going to kill me when you are already dead? Hehe, after some time, I will use your soul to refine tools. At that time, you will be without one bit of awareness and your soul will be under my control – forever. That will be simply delightful, don’t you think?” Han Shuo gave a loud and sinister snort. His consciousness entered the ring and transmitted a malicious message, making the old shaman irascible and furious, yet he was powerless to do anything.
The old shaman, with his soul trapped inside the ring, could do nothing to alter his tragic fate. This was unquestionably worse than death.