novelraw Chapter 550: 68 Plan
Chapter 550: 68 Plan
Chapter 550: Chapter 68 Plan
Thus, the familiar thunderbolt struck down once more, seemingly no different from before.
But this time, with the intuition of a dying follower of the gods, the Priest suddenly realized that the presence of the four individuals had not dissipated but instead continued to fade into the distance.
What method could the other party possess to hide themselves, even from the self-protection system of the Secret Realm?
This was an absolutely bad piece of news; he detected a repulsive aura from them. Allowing these little mice to scurry around within the Secret Realm could bring unpredictable changes.
Regretting his earlier decision to let them enter so easily, the Priest no longer hesitated, immediately ordering all present Alien God believers to enter the Secret Realm and resolve the issue of the few who had just slipped inside.
Although he could faintly sense that the energy within the Secret Realm was like a flickering candle in the wind, he was not prepared to wait any longer. Even at the risk of a huge loss, he wanted to secure the Key of Apocalypse as quickly as possible.
At the same time, he sensed the attack situation of the numerous Nobles’ descendants at the bottom of the high tower, finding that the situation was equally grim.
Although many had been attacked, the number of survivors was still considerable, with participants of the Temporary Alliance being impressively strong. This included two Princes and one Princess of the Royal Family, as well as several descendants from the Empire’s prominent families.
These true members of the Crown Prince Party had combat capabilities that could not be simply calculated by their Professional Level.
Perhaps they were usually reluctant to use them, but now it was clearly a matter of life and death, and they were carelessly throwing out various high-level disposable Magic Artifacts from their hands.
Moreover, everyone had a one-time protective item bestowed by family elders, similar to the Rune Stone Yalanis took out, which contained a Duke’s Ninth-Rank strike.
If a powerfully strong enemy appears, then soon there would be a Ninth-Level attack greeting them, and afterwards, if not dead, they would be severely crippled.
If it had been before, the Priest wouldn’t have paid much attention to this. If one died, just bring out two more.
But now, his Divine Power reserves had been severely depleted in the consumption battle with the Core Secret Realm, and he couldn’t casually summon a multitude of Clan members around to capture people as before.
Gazing at the eerie green flames in the center of the altar, the Priest hesitated for a moment before finally making a certain resolution.
He lifted his Magic Wand, and from the depths of his body came a string of strange and difficult notes.
It was a sound comprising multiple frequencies, like a mixture of the squeaky sound of sand scraping a blackboard, the rumbling of a millstone, and a deep gurgling noise.
As the sound ended, the Stone Gate on the side of the great hall suddenly opened, and a red-haired young man dressed as Nobility emerged, stepping onto the altar with a face full of fervent passion, and knelt in front of the green flames.
The flames flickered slightly, and a breath of invisible and intangible aura emanated from the youth.
If Anvis or any High-Rank Prophet had been there, they would have been able to clearly sense that it was the aura of Destiny Power.
But the young man seemed completely unaware, just staring devoutly at the flickering green flames in front of him. However, deep within his eyes, they were filled with deep Fear.
Momentarily, he made a shocking move: he stretched out his hands and plunged into the flames!
As if fueled by some potent accelerant, the flames suddenly flared up. Meanwhile, in the secret chamber of the Landon Count Family, a previously luminous Life Crystal Ball suddenly shattered.
Seeing this, the guard, in great shock, did not dare to hide the incident and immediately reported the situation to Count Landon.
Upon hearing the dire news, the Count was filled with unprecedented shock and fury. At the same time, atop the altar deep within the tower, a humanoid clan member unlike any before emerged from the flames.
Their clandestine ambush and capture of a multitude of Noble Explorers weren’t merely for the purposes of framing and assigning blame.
The extraordinary destiny each Explorer carried was likewise a precious offering and raw material for transformation.
At this moment, facing the unstoppable onslaught of the Temporary Alliance, the Priest had no choice but to prematurely consume some ‘inferior-quality’ sacrifices, transforming them into special clan members to withstand the attacks.
“Cha, Chas.”
Looking at the Priest with reverence, or rather, at the scepter in the Priest’s hand, a clan member with pitch-black oozy flesh and a grotesquely large mouth on its face, half-knelt and uttered the name that had been born together with its life.
A surge of power, close to that of the Ninth Rank, emanated from its body, which was ablaze with ghostly green flames.
With a slight nod, the Priest repeated the process, dragging two more involuntary sacrifices and, with the same ceremony, transformed them into two other clan members whose aura approached the Ninth Rank.
The high-standing divine power partially compensated for their lack of Rule Power, rendering normal Ninth Rank strikes insufficient to instantly kill them.
After a moment’s hesitation, the Priest ultimately decided to send all three newly created clan members downstairs, aiming to swiftly crush and capture the masses below.
Previously, the Priest had planned to gradually accumulate strength before capturing all the Explorers in one fell swoop via a city-encompassing sacrifice Array,
But now, due to the pressing time constraints, this method was no longer feasible, requiring a quick and decisive battle.
Meanwhile, the Priest needed to remain at the Altar to oversee and coordinate the construction of the tower’s ritual and defensive preparations against enemy incursions, and thus could not easily leave and had to delegate the new clan members.
As for the few ‘little mice’ that had scurried into the Secret Realm, the Priest wasn’t overly concerned. In his view, the multitude of Alien God believers he dispatched in the Secret Realm were more than capable of eliminating them.
At this time, within the Core Secret Realm, Anvis and the others were also embroiled in a ferocious battle.
The last remnants of the Silver Thunderbolt in the sky were almost depleted and had to be reserved for exterminating those nearly magic-immune odd cluster-like Old God’s Favored. The multitude of ordinary Alien God believers would have to be dealt with by Anvis and his companions by their own means.
At this moment, everyone was exhausting all their methods. Prince Lanno and his several companions pulled out all the stops, unveiling a dozens-meters-tall combined Magic-guided Mechanical contraption.
Once a special Secret Energy Core and numerous special Alchemy modules were added, every attack it unleashed carried the destructive power of an Eighth Rank area Spell, which even Anvis could not help but admire.
Anvis, on the other hand, brought out three Cursed Plutonium Dragons he had raised for a long time, as well as two Eighth Rank Secret Silver Magic Statues from the ruins of Sky City.
The origin was easy to explain; after all, when Sky City’s self-destruction scattered its treasures across the Continent, they were practically everywhere.
Meanwhile, after hearing the detailed reports from Landon and others about the outside world, Prince Lanno proposed a bold plan.
If the Priest intended to deplete the Secret Realm’s Magic Power, then they might as well go along with the ruse, pretending that the power of the Silver Thunderbolt was exhausted. Then if the Priest personally entered, they would hit the Priest with a fierce blow using the last bit of the Silver Thunderbolt.
The plan sounded extremely tempting.