Chapter 227
Chapter 227: Leaving with ease
A broad river blocked the way to the front. The river’s waters surged and frothed, rushing to a plane of lower elevation.
Han Shuo stood in front of a towering tree, panting heavily, barely managing to suppress the wild craziness in his heart. His eyes were blood red as he looked back at the two slowly approaching him.
Their figures gradually became clearer beneath the bright night sky. Ferguson was using magic to bring Maxine along with him. They appeared in Han Shuo’s vision like two floating clouds.
“You’re finally here, I’ve waited a very long time!” Killing intent billowed and weaved around him as a blood red light encircled Han Shuo’s body. This crimson light was the strange energy of fear and resentment that had been naturally absorbed by his body when he killed the robbers just now.
“Although your methods are cruel, you did save those people just now, meaning you’re not an immoral person. I’ve already investigated you and know you’re not from the Calamity Church. But the matters that you hold in your hands are too dangerous for this world, so I must capture you and imprison you forever in the Church of Light. Rest assured, I won’t take your life!” Ferguson’s body flew to a nearby branch as he looked calmly at Han Shuo.
The female elven archer Maxine’s charming body alighted gracefully, notching an arrow as she did so. As she took aim at Han Shuo, a feeling of danger suddenly surged in his heart and he couldn’t help but cast a few more glances at Maxine.
“The Calamity Church has nothing to do with me, and I have no way of using my knowledge to reform large amounts of dark creatures. I can tell you clearly that I won’t be joining the Calamity Church. In fact, we’re actually enemies. However, if you keep pursuing me, I won’t care if your reputation is good or bad, I’ll kill whoever threatens me without a moment’s hesitation.” Han Shuo repressed the mad thoughts in his heart as he spoke viciously with a scowl.
“Sorry, not killing you is already my biggest concession. I can’t allow you to leave, because what you hold is too dangerous for us.” Ferguson shook his head and responded resolutely. It looked like there was no room for negotiation.
Laughing wildly, Han Shuo nodded. “Since this is the case, there’s nothing for us to talk about then. I won’t go easy on you if you dare make a move!”
Edwin’s judgement had been entirely correct. Han Shuo’s concentrated aura on his right hand had completely defended against Edwin’s strong light attack. He hadn’t been injured at all. He’d recalled the Demonslayer Edge into his hand before he’d fallen into the river and flown along the depths of the river, avoiding Ferguson and taking to the sky again after.
Han Shuo had been planning on fighting Ferguson, but thanks to Edwin’s haste and desire to see everything, he’d revealed himself to one of the three yin demons. This changed Han Shuo’s mind as he then decided to hide in the river and hasten away from that place of trouble.
With Han Shuo’s strength, as well as the little skeleton and earth elite zombie, plus his magical cultivation and necromancy magic, even though he might not have been able to triumph over Ferguson and Maxine, he was confident that he’d be able to leave at will. The two of them would never be able to stop him.
However, Edwin and Belinda’s appearance made Han Shuo have to give up the idea of a pitched battle. To Han Shuo, those two from the Calamity Church were just as irritating. If they ambushed him while he was fighting Ferguson and Maxine, he’d be in a world of trouble.
Therefore, after weighing the gains and losses, Han Shuo felt that there was nothing to be gained in staying. So he decided to avoid them and use magical cultivation to make his escape using the bottom of the river.
The last time Fanny and the others had gone to the cemetery of death, they’d spent about ten days to reach the place. Thanks to the Art of the Demonic Ninth Heaven, Han Shuo saved a lot of time and only took a day and a night to fly there. He arrived in the cemetery of death on the evening of the second day.
Although he’d rested three times along the way, Han Shuo had still exhausted quite a bit of magical yuan reaching the cemetery of death. He was forced to rest and recover again.
He placed the three yin demons outside the cemetery of death to wait for Gilbert’s arrival, meditating for the night. By the next day, he was completely recovered.
The cemetery of death was enshrouded by a powerful boundary, and those within never felt the rays of moonlight. It was enclosed within a dark and sinister atmosphere all year long, and stark white bones were piled all over the ground, making this a sacred ground for death.
When he saw that Gilbert had yet to return, Han Shuo had no choice but to take out the materials that Phoebe had given him and look over them one by one.
Han Shuo had asked her to collect materials that would be used in the dwarves’ forging, but also items that he’d be able to use in refining some magical treasures of his own.
The demon infant had fully taken shape and he was now in the bloodlust realm. He could absolutely refine some treasures now. Not only did he want to temper the Demonslayer Edge all over again, he also wanted to craft some useful little baubles for himself.