Chapter 424: The Death of the Ghost
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Chapter 424 The Death of the Ghost
?Kalvin the Ghost smiled wickedly and created a whip of black smoke. Then it lashed at Moriarty with a force that sent him sprawling to the ground.
'Ugghh!' Moriarty shuddered in agony, clutching his wounded side. He felt like a bolt of lightning had struck him.
"Moriarty!" Ambrose shouted without using telepathic abilities of the soul, and rushed to Kalvin with the golden sword in hand.
He then pointed the golden sword's tip at Kalvin, and a beam of golden light flew out of the blade and struck Kalvin in the chest.
Kalvin let out a scream of pain as the golden light seared through its body. However, then the black smoke subdued the pain and recovered its ability to stand.
After Kalvin recovered, it let out a wicked-sounding scream and shot a blast of dark energy from its hands.
Ambrose created a shield made of golden light and smashed it into the dark energy to block it. The clash of forces created a powerful explosion that sent all nearby ghosts sprawling away.
As Kalvin let out a laugh, a figure jumped from the ground and elbowed it across the face. The figure was none other than Moriarty.
Moriarty kicked Kalvin in the stomach, causing it to double down in pain. Moriarty then proceeded to deliver a swift uppercut, sending Kalvin flying towards the grayish sky.
Ambrose slammed through the blast of the dark energy and made his shield made of golden light disappear. Then he created a spear made of golden light, resembling Moriarty's spear, and then tossed it over to him.
Moriarty accepted the spear with gratitude, and both of them then shot towards Kalvin, who was hovering in the air with a crazed look.
All the ghosts tried to stop them, but they effortlessly pushed past, their weapons reaping their lives and sending them all straight to the afterlife.
Kalvin created two dark swords and smashed them at Moriarty's golden spear.
Moriarty overwhelmingly pushed Kalvin's two swords away and then thrust his golden spear through Kalvin's shoulder.
Despite the pain surging through its body, Kalvin refused to give up and slashed its sword at Moriarty with all his strength.
Moriarty parried the sword away and used the same motion to bring his spear down towards Kalvin's head.
Kalvin desperately put its other dark sword in the path of the spear in a desperate attempt to defend itself.
However, it had forgotten that its fight was not only with Moriarty.
Ambrose appeared above Kalvin, created a golden shield on his left hand, and slammed it down at Kalvin's head. While it was dazed, he then used his golden sword to deliver a powerful strike to Kalvin's chest.
A blade-sized hole appeared, spewing forth a torrent of dark energy.
As he put them gently on the water, they continued floating peacefully, creating a serene and tranquil atmosphere around the campfire.
The water turned dark blue, as it should be, signaling that the first phase of the potion-making process was successful.
After that, he took out a single tear from the crying soul. It was filled with a shimmering light, reflecting the pain and sorrow it held within.
The single tear dropped from the bottle and landed on the water, barely creating any ripples.
He then continued putting exactly 100 grams of crunched dead bone in it and then continued with the captured light of the crimson.
As he pointed the bottle containing the light towards the cauldron, Ambrose closed his eyes and whispered. "Listen to my voice, the Goddess of the Crimson. Grant me a fraction of your glorious power."
After his voice traveled across the darkening sky, a crimson light shot out of the bottle and touched the dark blue water causing it to ripple and glow with an otherworldly radiance.
The dark blue started changing colors, turning purple with otherworldly magnificence.
Ambrose opened his eyes and let out a short laugh after seeing that the potion was perfectly purple, vastly different from his first attempt, which let out a stench of dead rats.
This actually smelled pleasant.
"I-Is it done?" Moriarty asked in pain.
"There is one step left." Ambrose said, but then his body froze as he remembered one thing. "Uhh... the blessing of the holy man. Oh fuck, you wouldn't happen to be a priest?"
"A-are you kidding me?" Moriarty looked at him with a twitching eyebrow. "No, I am not a fucking priest!"
"Well then." Ambrose cleared his throat, put the cauldron back on the inventory, and said. "I suppose we need to ride back to Hightown, and quick, before the soul injury gets worse!"
"Ah, shit!" Moriarty groaned in pain and struggled to get back to his horseback.
However, Ambrose helped him and then mounted his own brown-maned horse.
"I could fly you back." Ambrose said as they rode out of the abandoned town.
"No thanks..." Moriarty said in pain. "I still have my pride as a man. I ain't letting anyone carry me."
"Fair enough." Ambrose chuckled. "Imagine that there aren't any priests left."
"D-don't you fucking say that." Moriarty laughed, even though it hurt his waist more. "If there aren't any, I'll kick your ass."
"Go on, faster." Ambrose hurried the horse to gallop faster.
The night was turning darker, and even if there were some priests left, the church might close before they arrived. Therefore, they had to hurry!
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Chapter 424 The Death of the Ghost
?Kalvin the Ghost smiled wickedly and created a whip of black smoke. Then it lashed at Moriarty with a force that sent him sprawling to the ground.
'Ugghh!' Moriarty shuddered in agony, clutching his wounded side. He felt like a bolt of lightning had struck him.
"Moriarty!" Ambrose shouted without using telepathic abilities of the soul, and rushed to Kalvin with the golden sword in hand.
He then pointed the golden sword's tip at Kalvin, and a beam of golden light flew out of the blade and struck Kalvin in the chest.
Kalvin let out a scream of pain as the golden light seared through its body. However, then the black smoke subdued the pain and recovered its ability to stand.
After Kalvin recovered, it let out a wicked-sounding scream and shot a blast of dark energy from its hands.
Ambrose created a shield made of golden light and smashed it into the dark energy to block it. The clash of forces created a powerful explosion that sent all nearby ghosts sprawling away.
As Kalvin let out a laugh, a figure jumped from the ground and elbowed it across the face. The figure was none other than Moriarty.
Moriarty kicked Kalvin in the stomach, causing it to double down in pain. Moriarty then proceeded to deliver a swift uppercut, sending Kalvin flying towards the grayish sky.
Ambrose slammed through the blast of the dark energy and made his shield made of golden light disappear. Then he created a spear made of golden light, resembling Moriarty's spear, and then tossed it over to him.
Moriarty accepted the spear with gratitude, and both of them then shot towards Kalvin, who was hovering in the air with a crazed look.
All the ghosts tried to stop them, but they effortlessly pushed past, their weapons reaping their lives and sending them all straight to the afterlife.
Kalvin created two dark swords and smashed them at Moriarty's golden spear.
Moriarty overwhelmingly pushed Kalvin's two swords away and then thrust his golden spear through Kalvin's shoulder.
Despite the pain surging through its body, Kalvin refused to give up and slashed its sword at Moriarty with all his strength.
Moriarty parried the sword away and used the same motion to bring his spear down towards Kalvin's head.
Kalvin desperately put its other dark sword in the path of the spear in a desperate attempt to defend itself.
However, it had forgotten that its fight was not only with Moriarty.
Ambrose appeared above Kalvin, created a golden shield on his left hand, and slammed it down at Kalvin's head. While it was dazed, he then used his golden sword to deliver a powerful strike to Kalvin's chest.
A blade-sized hole appeared, spewing forth a torrent of dark energy.
As he put them gently on the water, they continued floating peacefully, creating a serene and tranquil atmosphere around the campfire.
The water turned dark blue, as it should be, signaling that the first phase of the potion-making process was successful.
After that, he took out a single tear from the crying soul. It was filled with a shimmering light, reflecting the pain and sorrow it held within.
The single tear dropped from the bottle and landed on the water, barely creating any ripples.
He then continued putting exactly 100 grams of crunched dead bone in it and then continued with the captured light of the crimson.
As he pointed the bottle containing the light towards the cauldron, Ambrose closed his eyes and whispered. "Listen to my voice, the Goddess of the Crimson. Grant me a fraction of your glorious power."
After his voice traveled across the darkening sky, a crimson light shot out of the bottle and touched the dark blue water causing it to ripple and glow with an otherworldly radiance.
The dark blue started changing colors, turning purple with otherworldly magnificence.
Ambrose opened his eyes and let out a short laugh after seeing that the potion was perfectly purple, vastly different from his first attempt, which let out a stench of dead rats.
This actually smelled pleasant.
"I-Is it done?" Moriarty asked in pain.
"There is one step left." Ambrose said, but then his body froze as he remembered one thing. "Uhh... the blessing of the holy man. Oh fuck, you wouldn't happen to be a priest?"
"A-are you kidding me?" Moriarty looked at him with a twitching eyebrow. "No, I am not a fucking priest!"
"Well then." Ambrose cleared his throat, put the cauldron back on the inventory, and said. "I suppose we need to ride back to Hightown, and quick, before the soul injury gets worse!"
"Ah, shit!" Moriarty groaned in pain and struggled to get back to his horseback.
However, Ambrose helped him and then mounted his own brown-maned horse.
"I could fly you back." Ambrose said as they rode out of the abandoned town.
"No thanks..." Moriarty said in pain. "I still have my pride as a man. I ain't letting anyone carry me."
"Fair enough." Ambrose chuckled. "Imagine that there aren't any priests left."
"D-don't you fucking say that." Moriarty laughed, even though it hurt his waist more. "If there aren't any, I'll kick your ass."
"Go on, faster." Ambrose hurried the horse to gallop faster.
The night was turning darker, and even if there were some priests left, the church might close before they arrived. Therefore, they had to hurry!
Chapter 424 The Death of the Ghost ?Kalvin the Ghost smiled wickedly and created a whip of black smoke. Then it lashed at Moriarty with a force that sent him sprawling to the ground. 'Ugghh!' Moriarty shuddered in agony, clutching his wounded side. He felt like a bolt of lightning had struck him. "Moriarty!" Ambrose shouted without using telepathic abilities of the soul, and rushed to Kalvin with the golden sword in hand. He then pointed the golden sword's tip at Kalvin, and a beam of golden light flew out of the blade and struck Kalvin in the chest. Kalvin let out a scream of pain as the golden light seared through its body. However, then the black smoke subdued the pain and recovered its ability to stand. After Kalvin recovered, it let out a wicked-sounding scream and shot a blast of dark energy from its hands. Ambrose created a shield made of golden light and smashed it into the dark energy to block it. The clash of forces created a powerful explosion that sent all nearby ghosts sprawling away. As Kalvin let out a laugh, a figure jumped from the ground and elbowed it across the face. The figure was none other than Moriarty. Moriarty kicked Kalvin in the stomach, causing it to double down in pain. Moriarty then proceeded to deliver a swift uppercut, sending Kalvin flying towards the grayish sky. Ambrose slammed through the blast of the dark energy and made his shield made of golden light disappear. Then he created a spear made of golden light, resembling Moriarty's spear, and then tossed it over to him. Moriarty accepted the spear with gratitude, and both of them then shot towards Kalvin, who was hovering in the air with a crazed look. All the ghosts tried to stop them, but they effortlessly pushed past, their weapons reaping their lives and sending them all straight to the afterlife. Kalvin created two dark swords and smashed them at Moriarty's golden spear. Moriarty overwhelmingly pushed Kalvin's two swords away and then thrust his golden spear through Kalvin's shoulder. Despite the pain surging through its body, Kalvin refused to give up and slashed its sword at Moriarty with all his strength. Moriarty parried the sword away and used the same motion to bring his spear down towards Kalvin's head. Kalvin desperately put its other dark sword in the path of the spear in a desperate attempt to defend itself. However, it had forgotten that its fight was not only with Moriarty. Ambrose appeared above Kalvin, created a golden shield on his left hand, and slammed it down at Kalvin's head. While it was dazed, he then used his golden sword to deliver a powerful strike to Kalvin's chest. A blade-sized hole appeared, spewing forth a torrent of dark energy. As he put them gently on the water, they continued floating peacefully, creating a serene and tranquil atmosphere around the campfire. The water turned dark blue, as it should be, signaling that the first phase of the potion-making process was successful. After that, he took out a single tear from the crying soul. It was filled with a shimmering light, reflecting the pain and sorrow it held within. The single tear dropped from the bottle and landed on the water, barely creating any ripples. He then continued putting exactly 100 grams of crunched dead bone in it and then continued with the captured light of the crimson. As he pointed the bottle containing the light towards the cauldron, Ambrose closed his eyes and whispered. "Listen to my voice, the Goddess of the Crimson. Grant me a fraction of your glorious power." After his voice traveled across the darkening sky, a crimson light shot out of the bottle and touched the dark blue water causing it to ripple and glow with an otherworldly radiance. The dark blue started changing colors, turning purple with otherworldly magnificence. Ambrose opened his eyes and let out a short laugh after seeing that the potion was perfectly purple, vastly different from his first attempt, which let out a stench of dead rats. This actually smelled pleasant. "I-Is it done?" Moriarty asked in pain. "There is one step left." Ambrose said, but then his body froze as he remembered one thing. "Uhh... the blessing of the holy man. Oh fuck, you wouldn't happen to be a priest?" "A-are you kidding me?" Moriarty looked at him with a twitching eyebrow. "No, I am not a fucking priest!" "Well then." Ambrose cleared his throat, put the cauldron back on the inventory, and said. "I suppose we need to ride back to Hightown, and quick, before the soul injury gets worse!" "Ah, shit!" Moriarty groaned in pain and struggled to get back to his horseback. However, Ambrose helped him and then mounted his own brown-maned horse. "I could fly you back." Ambrose said as they rode out of the abandoned town. "No thanks..." Moriarty said in pain. "I still have my pride as a man. I ain't letting anyone carry me." "Fair enough." Ambrose chuckled. "Imagine that there aren't any priests left." "D-don't you fucking say that." Moriarty laughed, even though it hurt his waist more. "If there aren't any, I'll kick your ass." "Go on, faster." Ambrose hurried the horse to gallop faster. The night was turning darker, and even if there were some priests left, the church might close before they arrived. Therefore, they had to hurry!
