Chapter 241: Crimsons’ Grace
If audio player doesn't work, press Stop then Play button again
Five minutes ago...
Reve sighed sadly, "There's nothing. Wherever the starwell is, there is a sort of spell concealing any energy fluctuation."
"So, what do we do?" asked Marya.
"We wait until the spell can't hide it anymore. The goal wasn't to confront The Prophet anyways. I just need to bring valuable information back to the Gehenna Order."
Marya placed her hand on Reve. The two of them went into their combine-sense state and filtered all the high energy fluctuations in the academy.
Out of nowhere, somewhere in their southwest, the natural energy spiked!
Following the spike was the tainting of the clouds that gathered above that particular region. Flashes of lightning roared in the air like a vengeful wraith.
It released lightning on the ground, scorching it in the process.
It began to rain.
Marya was dumbfounded as she spoke, "Reve, do you see that…?"
"Yes. That's the Forest Gardenia. I thought the dome built there was to nurture the flowers, but I guess I was also fooled. Let's go!"
With Marya on his back, Reve jumped down, heading for the region with red gathering clouds.
.
.
.
.
Five minutes later, at Forest Gardenia.
The battle had ended in a grim outcome.
The garden was totally unrecognizable. If not for the protective dome, the attacks thrown by both parties would have destroyed all of NIRA and even Starhold, especially the final attacks…
Two of the followers slept eternally on the warm grass that had now been stained red.
In his monstrous form, The Prophet stood tall, albeit, blood poured out of his body through the multiple wounds on him.
On his face was a gnarly scar which only served to promote his terrifying appearance as he spoke, "How does it feel, sinner? Your life is my hand. You can't rely on any trick now. How does it feel to know you lost your chance at repentance because of your stubbornness? How does it regret?!"
Holding the body of Solon Thalia by the neck, he spoke arrogantly but he had the right to be arrogant.
With the power of the Crimson's grace, he defeated the strongest mage in Narva.
The Prophet looked behind him.
He saw the body of his dead followers. A look of sadness flashed in his eyes, but it was later replaced by the normal apathetic look.
"My followers. They followed me to the end just as they promised. For this, they shall be reborn in the Red Paradise. However, you, on the other hand–" Looking at Solon Thalia, he spat out, "--You shall pay the price for taking the lives of my brethren!"
Solon Thalia coughed out blood while ridiculing, "Bastard. I should have dealt with you first instead of those two idiots. Just one more spell and you would fall flat. Tell me, does the power of your so-supreme Crimsons only amount to this much?"
"Blasphemer, I'm familiar with your type. You would spout rubbish till you die. How can you begin to comprehend the Crmisons' grace? Here you are, gasping for breath in my hands." coldly responded The Prophet.
"But you are not far off are you!"
"Still ignorant," mocked The Prophet.
"You are the one to talk. Your body is damaged and your health is on the brink of death. Sure, you have the ability to recuperate. However, that is if you manage to leave here alive."
"What do you mean?" The Prophet stared hard at her.
"What did you think?! That you would intrude the sacred grounds of a magic academy and walk out unscathed."
Realizing the danger that would soon befall him, The Prophet attempted to crack the solon's neck, "Hahahaha, you will be dead before then!"
"Stop there!"
A huge projectile filled with ravenous magi smashed into The Prophet.
It exploded like fireworks blasting the man high up in the air. Before he could recollect himself, another projectile exploded in him.
The power of the two attacks created a shock wave that expanded half a kilometer, wiping clean everything on the ground.
The Prophet fell to his doom.
He winced in pain but his expression was still sharp.
"I suppose you are Vice-Chancellor Aphior"
His line of sight was directed at the man that appeared out of nowhere. The man maintained his position in the air and offered no words.
Instead, his eyes continuously glanced at the beaten Solon Thalia while he went into deep thoughts.
The Prophet suddenly laughed, "Hahaha. It is widely known that only one solon exists in Narva. Who would have thought there is another one, and that he is the hidden vice-chancelor of NIRA? Hahahaha, this is good. Another sinner! How about the other sinners should reveal themselves?"
Following his words, multiple figures materialized beside the vice-chancellor.
If Reve was here, he would instantly recognize them.
They were all Grand-level beings;
Overseer Zarune.
Overseer Ethera.
Dean Agem-Krest, the Dragon Knight, of the Warrior Hall.
Dean Launceletus the Gentle of Ki-Combat Hall.
Dean Mirilld of the Elemental Hall.
Dean Azorius of the Arcane Hall.
Dean Ingaretta of the Magic-Combat Hall.
There were others but they seemed inconspicuous in front of this large group radiating with a vibrant aura.
The Prophet laughed with anger, "What does it matter if it's one sinner or five sinners? In front of the Crimson's grace, all sinners will be vanquished. I will end this nonsense at once."
From the tip of his right index finger, a small beam of unknown red energy was growing.
It appeared out of nowhere, shocking the other party as they quickly assumed a defensive stance.
The small beam quickly grew to a large ball of vileness. The presence it brought to the garden could make mortal's hallucinate of the destined end-time.
Luckily, the heads of NIRA weren't mortals.
Solon Thalia struggled to speak, "Run..away. It's a trap. The energy–"
"It's already too late to warn them! [Crimson Shower]!"
The large ball of crimson energy shot forward, multiplying in size until it became akin to the congregation of clouds.
It zoomed in an instant, washing the group in its energy.
They tried everything they could do to stop it, but nothing worked.
The energy merely stopped for a second before consuming the power of the defense techniques. It used this power to empower itself and went on.
In the blink of an eye, every single one of them fell down like flies attacked with insecticides!
Please report us if you find any errors so we can fix it asap!
Five minutes ago...
Reve sighed sadly, "There's nothing. Wherever the starwell is, there is a sort of spell concealing any energy fluctuation."
"So, what do we do?" asked Marya.
"We wait until the spell can't hide it anymore. The goal wasn't to confront The Prophet anyways. I just need to bring valuable information back to the Gehenna Order."
Marya placed her hand on Reve. The two of them went into their combine-sense state and filtered all the high energy fluctuations in the academy.
Out of nowhere, somewhere in their southwest, the natural energy spiked!
Following the spike was the tainting of the clouds that gathered above that particular region. Flashes of lightning roared in the air like a vengeful wraith.
It released lightning on the ground, scorching it in the process.
It began to rain.
Marya was dumbfounded as she spoke, "Reve, do you see that…?"
"Yes. That's the Forest Gardenia. I thought the dome built there was to nurture the flowers, but I guess I was also fooled. Let's go!"
With Marya on his back, Reve jumped down, heading for the region with red gathering clouds.
.
.
.
.
Five minutes later, at Forest Gardenia.
The battle had ended in a grim outcome.
The garden was totally unrecognizable. If not for the protective dome, the attacks thrown by both parties would have destroyed all of NIRA and even Starhold, especially the final attacks…
Two of the followers slept eternally on the warm grass that had now been stained red.
In his monstrous form, The Prophet stood tall, albeit, blood poured out of his body through the multiple wounds on him.
On his face was a gnarly scar which only served to promote his terrifying appearance as he spoke, "How does it feel, sinner? Your life is my hand. You can't rely on any trick now. How does it feel to know you lost your chance at repentance because of your stubbornness? How does it regret?!"
Holding the body of Solon Thalia by the neck, he spoke arrogantly but he had the right to be arrogant.
With the power of the Crimson's grace, he defeated the strongest mage in Narva.
The Prophet looked behind him.
He saw the body of his dead followers. A look of sadness flashed in his eyes, but it was later replaced by the normal apathetic look.
"My followers. They followed me to the end just as they promised. For this, they shall be reborn in the Red Paradise. However, you, on the other hand–" Looking at Solon Thalia, he spat out, "--You shall pay the price for taking the lives of my brethren!"
Solon Thalia coughed out blood while ridiculing, "Bastard. I should have dealt with you first instead of those two idiots. Just one more spell and you would fall flat. Tell me, does the power of your so-supreme Crimsons only amount to this much?"
"Blasphemer, I'm familiar with your type. You would spout rubbish till you die. How can you begin to comprehend the Crmisons' grace? Here you are, gasping for breath in my hands." coldly responded The Prophet.
"But you are not far off are you!"
"Still ignorant," mocked The Prophet.
"You are the one to talk. Your body is damaged and your health is on the brink of death. Sure, you have the ability to recuperate. However, that is if you manage to leave here alive."
"What do you mean?" The Prophet stared hard at her.
"What did you think?! That you would intrude the sacred grounds of a magic academy and walk out unscathed."
Realizing the danger that would soon befall him, The Prophet attempted to crack the solon's neck, "Hahahaha, you will be dead before then!"
"Stop there!"
A huge projectile filled with ravenous magi smashed into The Prophet.
It exploded like fireworks blasting the man high up in the air. Before he could recollect himself, another projectile exploded in him.
The power of the two attacks created a shock wave that expanded half a kilometer, wiping clean everything on the ground.
The Prophet fell to his doom.
He winced in pain but his expression was still sharp.
"I suppose you are Vice-Chancellor Aphior"
His line of sight was directed at the man that appeared out of nowhere. The man maintained his position in the air and offered no words.
Instead, his eyes continuously glanced at the beaten Solon Thalia while he went into deep thoughts.
The Prophet suddenly laughed, "Hahaha. It is widely known that only one solon exists in Narva. Who would have thought there is another one, and that he is the hidden vice-chancelor of NIRA? Hahahaha, this is good. Another sinner! How about the other sinners should reveal themselves?"
Following his words, multiple figures materialized beside the vice-chancellor.
If Reve was here, he would instantly recognize them.
They were all Grand-level beings;
Overseer Zarune.
Overseer Ethera.
Dean Agem-Krest, the Dragon Knight, of the Warrior Hall.
Dean Launceletus the Gentle of Ki-Combat Hall.
Dean Mirilld of the Elemental Hall.
Dean Azorius of the Arcane Hall.
Dean Ingaretta of the Magic-Combat Hall.
There were others but they seemed inconspicuous in front of this large group radiating with a vibrant aura.
The Prophet laughed with anger, "What does it matter if it's one sinner or five sinners? In front of the Crimson's grace, all sinners will be vanquished. I will end this nonsense at once."
From the tip of his right index finger, a small beam of unknown red energy was growing.
It appeared out of nowhere, shocking the other party as they quickly assumed a defensive stance.
The small beam quickly grew to a large ball of vileness. The presence it brought to the garden could make mortal's hallucinate of the destined end-time.
Luckily, the heads of NIRA weren't mortals.
Solon Thalia struggled to speak, "Run..away. It's a trap. The energy–"
"It's already too late to warn them! [Crimson Shower]!"
The large ball of crimson energy shot forward, multiplying in size until it became akin to the congregation of clouds.
It zoomed in an instant, washing the group in its energy.
They tried everything they could do to stop it, but nothing worked.
The energy merely stopped for a second before consuming the power of the defense techniques. It used this power to empower itself and went on.
In the blink of an eye, every single one of them fell down like flies attacked with insecticides!
Five minutes ago...Reve sighed sadly, "There's nothing. Wherever the starwell is, there is a sort of spell concealing any energy fluctuation.""So, what do we do?" asked Marya. "We wait until the spell can't hide it anymore. The goal wasn't to confront The Prophet anyways. I just need to bring valuable information back to the Gehenna Order."Marya placed her hand on Reve. The two of them went into their combine-sense state and filtered all the high energy fluctuations in the academy. Out of nowhere, somewhere in their southwest, the natural energy spiked!Following the spike was the tainting of the clouds that gathered above that particular region. Flashes of lightning roared in the air like a vengeful wraith. It released lightning on the ground, scorching it in the process. It began to rain. Marya was dumbfounded as she spoke, "Reve, do you see that?""Yes. That's the Forest Gardenia. I thought the dome built there was to nurture the flowers, but I guess I was also fooled. Let's go!"With Marya on his back, Reve jumped down, heading for the region with red gathering clouds. ....Five minutes later, at Forest Gardenia.The battle had ended in a grim outcome. The garden was totally unrecognizable. If not for the protective dome, the attacks thrown by both parties would have destroyed all of NIRA and even Starhold, especially the final attacksTwo of the followers slept eternally on the warm grass that had now been stained red.In his monstrous form, The Prophet stood tall, albeit, blood poured out of his body through the multiple wounds on him. On his face was a gnarly scar which only served to promote his terrifying appearance as he spoke, "How does it feel, sinner? Your life is my hand. You can't rely on any trick now. How does it feel to know you lost your chance at repentance because of your stubbornness? How does it regret?!"Holding the body of Solon Thalia by the neck, he spoke arrogantly but he had the right to be arrogant. With the power of the Crimson's grace, he defeated the strongest mage in Narva. The Prophet looked behind him. He saw the body of his dead followers. A look of sadness flashed in his eyes, but it was later replaced by the normal apathetic look."My followers. They followed me to the end just as they promised. For this, they shall be reborn in the Red Paradise. However, you, on the other hand" Looking at Solon Thalia, he spat out, "--You shall pay the price for taking the lives of my brethren!"Solon Thalia coughed out blood while ridiculing, "Bastard. I should have dealt with you first instead of those two idiots. Just one more spell and you would fall flat. Tell me, does the power of your so-supreme Crimsons only amount to this much?""Blasphemer, I'm familiar with your type. You would spout rubbish till you die. How can you begin to comprehend the Crmisons' grace? Here you are, gasping for breath in my hands." coldly responded The Prophet. "But you are not far off are you!""Still ignorant," mocked The Prophet. "You are the one to talk. Your body is damaged and your health is on the brink of death. Sure, you have the ability to recuperate. However, that is if you manage to leave here alive.""What do you mean?" The Prophet stared hard at her. "What did you think?! That you would intrude the sacred grounds of a magic academy and walk out unscathed."Realizing the danger that would soon befall him, The Prophet attempted to crack the solon's neck, "Hahahaha, you will be dead before then!""Stop there!"A huge projectile filled with ravenous magi smashed into The Prophet. It exploded like fireworks blasting the man high up in the air. Before he could recollect himself, another projectile exploded in him. The power of the two attacks created a shock wave that expanded half a kilometer, wiping clean everything on the ground. The Prophet fell to his doom. He winced in pain but his expression was still sharp. "I suppose you are Vice-Chancellor Aphior"His line of sight was directed at the man that appeared out of nowhere. The man maintained his position in the air and offered no words. Instead, his eyes continuously glanced at the beaten Solon Thalia while he went into deep thoughts. The Prophet suddenly laughed, "Hahaha. It is widely known that only one solon exists in Narva. Who would have thought there is another one, and that he is the hidden vice-chancelor of NIRA? Hahahaha, this is good. Another sinner! How about the other sinners should reveal themselves?"Following his words, multiple figures materialized beside the vice-chancellor. If Reve was here, he would instantly recognize them. They were all Grand-level beings;Overseer Zarune. Overseer Ethera.Dean Agem-Krest, the Dragon Knight, of the Warrior Hall.Dean Launceletus the Gentle of Ki-Combat Hall.Dean Mirilld of the Elemental Hall. Dean Azorius of the Arcane Hall. Dean Ingaretta of the Magic-Combat Hall. There were others but they seemed inconspicuous in front of this large group radiating with a vibrant aura. The Prophet laughed with anger, "What does it matter if it's one sinner or five sinners? In front of the Crimson's grace, all sinners will be vanquished. I will end this nonsense at once."From the tip of his right index finger, a small beam of unknown red energy was growing. It appeared out of nowhere, shocking the other party as they quickly assumed a defensive stance. The small beam quickly grew to a large ball of vileness. The presence it brought to the garden could make mortal's hallucinate of the destined end-time.Luckily, the heads of NIRA weren't mortals. Solon Thalia struggled to speak, "Run..away. It's a trap. The energy""It's already too late to warn them! Crimson Shower!"The large ball of crimson energy shot forward, multiplying in size until it became akin to the congregation of clouds.It zoomed in an instant, washing the group in its energy. They tried everything they could do to stop it, but nothing worked. The energy merely stopped for a second before consuming the power of the defense techniques. It used this power to empower itself and went on. In the blink of an eye, every single one of them fell down like flies attacked with insecticides!
