Chapter 957 - Fourth Grade Holy Ring
Chapter 957 Fourth Grade Holy Ring
Fourth Grade. It was definitely Fourth Grade!
The elementium machine stepped up to the exquisite coffin under Greem’s orders and pushed the lid aside with all its strength.
Cold, rotting air came spewing out of the container, abruptly causing the temperature in the crypt to drop by several degrees.
If it hadn’t been the Holy Light Chapel, Greem might be extremely concerned about the possibility of the Fourth Grade corpse mutating. Fourth Grade was already the limit of power in most planar worlds. An individual at this level only needed to take one more step forward, and they would be an inch away from immortality.
That was why most Fourth Grades who had reached the end of their lifespans would make arrangements for the treatment of their corpses ahead of time. Without any proper preparations, the strength of a Fourth Grade creature’s physical body and Spirit almost guaranteed their conversion into undead creatures upon death.
That was why the Zambez Empire placed the corpses of all dead holy knights in the underground crypts of the Holy Light Chapels. It was to rely on the pure Holy Light to prevent their bodies from transforming into powerful, undead creatures.
The crypt’s function as a memorial and means of remembrance was only an excuse to conceal the truth!
He had stayed in the underground crypt for two entire hours. He had only realized that Arms and Cindral had vanished after he stepped out of the cathedral and took to the skies.
After all, they were summoned from other worlds through a magical contract. They could not remain in Henvic for extended periods. Once the duration of the summon was over, they would return to their original planes under the binding of the spell.
That was why Greem wasn’t surprised at their disappearance.
From high above, Greem could clearly see that this once peaceful and beautiful city had now been ravaged and reduced to rubble.
The wild battle between the Third Grades earlier had even destroyed the three streets and countless buildings at the city’s center. The Flamegate that Greem had summoned had also unleashed thousands of otherworldly fire creatures.
He had not placed any restrictions on these creatures. They roamed the human city as if it was a ruin meant to be explored, aimlessly and destructively traveling throughout Hakans.
Due to their instincts as fire creatures and their hatred for life, they spread flames everywhere they went and slaughtered any living being they saw.
These fire creatures were the ones who caused the most destruction to Hakans!
Then came Third Grade Thunder Dragon Arms and Third Grade Flaming Tiger Cindral. They were only here for the treasure. They couldn’t be bothered to slaughter the humans as long as they didn’t stand in the way between them and the treasury.
However, Greem could see smoke rising from the luxurious city lord’s mansion. Most of the buildings’ roofs were destroyed, and several of the warehouses had collapsed entirely. It was a tragic sight to witness.
The commercial area on the other end of the city was also blazing with flames as if everything there had been set on fire.
Greem shook his head and let out a sigh. He didn’t dare stay here too long. He unsummoned the elementium magical machine and summoned a First Grade stone serpent instead. They then dove into the ground and vanished without a trace.
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The World of Adepts, the Tower of Fate.
The familiar astrology platform at the top of the tower.
Even though it was the brightest time of the day now, this room remained as dark as ever. The ceiling was filled only with the faint light of countless stars. The room was so dark that it was almost intimidating.
Alice still sat before the wooden table, dressed in her long starry robe. Her silky smooth hair ran down behind her back. She was casually arranging the tarot cards in her hand while gently whispering with the black shadow in the magic mirror.
Given how intimate they were being, an outsider just might have mistaken them for the best of friends!
“It’s already been a month. How is it? What does the situation on your end look like?” Alice pursed her lips and chuckled as she shuffled the cards, “Why do I sense the life aura of the person you sent getting somewhat weaker? They couldn’t have been surrounded and caught by the planar natives, could they?!”
The black shadow in the mirror remained silent as it listened to Alice’s mocking words. It simply continued staring through the mirror.
The battle for the power of Fate was bizarre and unpredictable. It did not rely on raw power and might alone, like other conflicts.
For body-refining adepts, whoever had the higher Strength and Physique would have a greater advantage in combat. The same logic was applicable among elementium adepts, though their focus was on the strength of their Spirit.
However, for these two Fate Witches, increased power would only allow them to make more calculations at a deeper level, without being able to influence the outcome of the battle of Fate.
As the two of them both cast their attention on the distant plane of Henvic, their powers of Fate would disrupt each other, making both of them incapable of grasping every single change that was occurring there. They could only rely on some vague sense of Fate and their divination spells to predict the developments in the situation. Moreover, there was a considerable buffer and delay to their divinations, as well.