Chapter 402 - Mystery Soul
Chapter 402: Mystery Soul
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Out of the corner of his eye, Diablo saw the black-haired woman completely motionless beside him. Dead, probably.
“Heh. Wasn’t expecting this, eh?” Diablo felt like crying. “Angor… you b*stard…”
The covenant didn’t work, which meant Angor wasn’t intentionally trying to kill him. To Diablo, he was going to die for no reason at all.
He sensed a small hole around his forehead. He would be dead for real if he let his soul slip through it. He tried very hard to suppress his soul from escaping his body.
“Not yet… Not so fast…”
When he thought he could no longer make it, a glowing barrier suddenly emerged around him. The barrier cut off all energy surges and hazards. Diablo and the woman nearby fell from the wall as the sharp current assaulting their bodies was lifted.
“HA! Thank, thank heavens…” Diablo gasped as he breathed painfully. Not minding the stinky blood on the floor, he lay sprawling and tried to ease every part of his body.
Felicia’s image in Blood Prison quickly turned around toward Angor’s location, and she gazed at him with great passion. Was she going to witness the creation of a Mystery treasure?
If so, she would do anything to seize it!
Every Mystery item possessed a special law, which could sometimes bypass the basic laws that operated in this very world.
There was one such item in Candy House, which was the “Butterfly Spirit” possessed by Felicia. Getting a second one meant better protection for their Gourmet Wizard members.
Felicia prepared herself. The moment she set her eyes upon the item, she would take both the item and its creator away. An apprentice who could do something that was impossible for most master alchemists was enough reason for her to use violent means.
As she waited, someone yelled loudly among the surging energy waves, “I DID IT!”
The simple words seemed to be carrying amazing and commanding power, which caused the strange soul in the sky to crumble to fragments. Soon, all the Mystery energy displayed by the soul rushed toward the Blood Prison under Dark Castle.
It gathered around Angor. The black barrier around Angor also disappeared and revealed his form—Angor was now holding a silver weapon with a strange shape in one hand, while his other hand moved in the air as if playing an instrument. As his fingers moved in rhythm, the Mystery energy slowly sank into the silver weapon.
“He’s alive… he really made it through. And a Mystery treasure is coming!” Felicia was now feeling overexcited. She no longer cared how Angor survived the terrible omen; she only wanted to look at the wonderful weapon and be its first witness.
Also, she didn’t hide her voice just now, so Diablo heard her words and slowly dropped his mouth open to a funny extent as if he were performing a mime comedy.
“A Mystery treasure? Angor? This is nuts!” Diablo felt his heart failing after going through so many drastic scenario changes. “Am I dead already? Yes, it must be. This is all a dream!”
As more Mystery energy went into the silver weapon, it took on a brighter, shinier look as it gained more levels.
As everyone waited for the final, decisive moment to come, they suddenly heard a gentle, female voice speaking right beside their ears.
“Thou steal the wealth of Dark Castle. Nugatory assets… but still not yours to take. You, who contribute to thy own name as a Mystery alchemist, by using properties that do not belong to you. Improper, is it not?”