AWB Chapter 305 [Letter of Regret]
Chapter 305 [Letter of Regret]
The moment the old man in front of him drew the sword from his waist, Fudan felt the hairs on his body stand up.
Danger, danger, danger!
"Just right." The old man had two long swords on his body, but he only drew out one at this time. He held the sword with both hands and placed it in front of his chest in the simplest posture, but it gave people a feeling, as if the sword in the hand of the man in front of him could cut through the mountains and seas and chop the sun and the moon at any time.
"He killed my disciple, and I killed his woman, so it's even."
He said calmly, the murderous intent in his body almost solidified into substance.
In response, Fudan shot an arrow.
Three arrows simultaneously pierced straight into his heart at various strange and tricky angles.
Although I don’t know where this person in front of me gets so much malice towards Caesar, it’s always a good idea to strike first.
After all, they are going to kill me, so why don’t I take the first step? I might as well just wait for death.
"Humph."
He snorted coldly, and shook the sword in his hand lightly. A sword blade flower bloomed in his hand, and three sword energies were slashed out, slashing towards the three feather arrows.
When it reaches the legendary level, each feather arrow is no different from a cruise missile, or even more powerful.
Brilliant fireworks exploded in the air, creating air waves that blew away the mountaintops.
"Old man, get out of the way." Fudan said coldly.
Her target was the man behind him who called himself the "Resurrected One".
"Instead of worrying about other people, why not focus more on your own life and death?"
Clayman said this, looking very relaxed.
"So that you can die knowingly, and when you are in the underworld, you can praise my name to others."
"My name is Clayman, and I also have some names. Five hundred years ago, people called me the Devil Sword Emperor."
"Over the years, I have only accepted one disciple, hoping that he would inherit my legacy, but that fellow named Caesar ruined his plan." He spoke in a very majestic voice, like rumbling thunder: "Even if my disciple did something bad, I should have taught him a lesson, but he actually dared to kill my disciple directly!"
When he said the latter part, the white beard on his lips was trembling.
"Keep talking, but I don't have time to listen!"
Fudan said this, pulling the string of the longbow in his hand again, shooting out arrow after arrow, trying to bypass Clayman and attack the [Resurrected].
Each shot is comparable to a cruise missile, but faster and more accurate!
Arrows gathered in the air, like a meteor shower, smashing the ground into pieces.
Clayman tried his best to resist, but many arrows still passed by him and attacked the [Resurrected].
"Grandpa, you better be careful!"
The [Resurrected One] shouted this while chanting some strange scriptures.
He raised his hand and the man in black behind him, the last legend in their team, stood up and blocked the attacks for him.
"Don't let her disturb me anymore! You can see the current situation clearly. If we let that guy over there pull his hand away, we will all die!"
“If you don’t want to die, do your best to stop Miss Fudan!” The [Resurrected] said, quickly flipping the pages of the book in his hand and speeding up his recitation.
As he chanted, strange things happened.
Strange black shadows kept emerging from the ground and condensed in the air.
Each of them carries a horrible aura of resentment and death. They are obviously resentful spirits who were summoned from underground by the [Resurrected] and reappeared in the light of day.
They have one thing in common. After each vengeful spirit was summoned out from underground, they stared at the figure in white armor over there with terrifying, resentful, and unwilling eyes, as if they wanted to pull out the man's tendons and skin him alive.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, we didn't expect that this brave man's hand was even more ruthless than we thought. He has wiped out so many lives."
The [Resurrected One] said this with a look of surprise.
The book in his hand was called "The Book of Regret", a treasure he obtained by chance.
The effect is quite strange. As long as you chant the scriptures written on it, you can summon resentful souls from underground and invade other people's hearts with negative emotions.
These resentful souls are all lives that the person had personally ended. They reappeared in the world under the power of the [Book of Regret], and with the blessing of resentment, they took revenge on the person who died.
It is a very unique treasure.
If the target of the spell is just a newborn baby, it will have no effect.
But it is quite effective against high-level professionals.
Who among those who can become high-level professionals has not had a few lives on his hands?
The more powerful you are, the more blood you have on your hands.
It is said that this brave man named Caesar used to be an adventurer on the border of Ornn.
Then there will definitely be a lot of blood on his hands.
It is said that he is very keen on accepting adventure commissions, especially tasks such as eliminating bandits and robbers.
The more intelligent a creature is, the more resentment it carries after death.
He had previously imagined what a spectacular sight it would be if the [Book of Regret] was used on this so-called brave man.
Now, he finally got to see this spectacular sight as he wished.
only......
Isn’t this magnificent?!
The vengeful spirits that emerged from the ground formed a mighty torrent, floating in the sky and constantly emitting all kinds of weird and terrifying roars.
There are all kinds of monsters and all kinds of people among them.
They were all guys that Caesar had killed before, and they reappeared at this time.
Strictly speaking, these resentful spirits are not real resentful spirits.
According to the research of the Resurrected, these resentful souls are just phantoms of the past condensed by the dead air under the ground.
These illusions often come from the projection of certain impressions in the mind of the person under the spell.
In other words, there were so many creatures that Caesar could remember dying at his hands.
At this time, resentful souls were still emerging from the ground continuously, with no intention of stopping.
Those dark masses floating in the sky are not dark clouds, but the past that has come back to life from the dead.
Is that the mighty and majestic River Styx?
Legend has it that all the dead souls will converge in that river and use the water in the lake to wash away their past sins.
Although it's just a legend, the current scene is pretty similar to the Styx, right?!
However, if you ask Caesar himself, this is understandable.
If you want to become strong, you have to kill monsters.
Only when you kill more monsters can you level up faster.
If you want to become a legendary warrior at a young age and defeat the Dragon of Destruction, hard work is essential.
From the moment he debuted as an adventurer, he had been working hard to kill monsters, level up, and practice his skills, not wanting to miss a single bit of experience that came his way.
And these monsters are only a small part of his life experience.
Except for some powerful opponents, no one else is even worthy of being remembered by him.
Do you remember how many slices of bread you have eaten so far?
Of course, among so many opponents, that one is the most unforgettable and the strongest one for Caesar.
The ground began to tremble, and as the [Book of Regret] was recited, the [Resurrected] could feel that some ancient and great will was awakening underground.
The ground was emitting a red light, and an ancient and fierce aura was emerging there.
Looking at that agile and handsome figure, the [Resurrected] couldn't help but tremble.
“This… this is so beautiful!!!”