bookandnovel The truth behind the deaths of the 88th generation "Lord of Silence" and "Fire of Dea
The truth behind the deaths of the 88th generation "Lord of Silence" and "Fire of Dea
Hiss's almost manic demeanor and words sent a chill down Carrot's spine, even though he had initially been confident of victory.
What other tricks is this madman hiding?!
Just as Carrot was filled with doubt and uncertainty, preparing to forcefully interrupt this eerie atmosphere—
Click...creak...
A sharp, teeth-grinding sound, like bones grinding together, broke the deathly silence in the glass hall.
All eyes, as if drawn by invisible threads, instantly focused on the enormous glass coffin beside Heath!
The heavy coffin lid, with its dark red patterns, slowly slid open a crack without anyone touching it!
A pale, withered hand, seemingly nothing but skin and bones, suddenly emerged from the darkness of the coffin!
Five claws, like rusty iron hooks, gripped the edge of the glass coffin tightly!
Next came a second, equally withered hand!
"It all has to end!"
Heath's voice was like a dream, or a declaration, filled with twisted fanaticism and ultimate satisfaction.
He opened his arms as if to embrace a new era, reborn from the ashes, which he had created with his own hands!
"A new era for me, Heath Perlos—come forth!"
As he finished speaking, the figure in the coffin seemed to be lifted by invisible threads, and slowly and completely stood up in a stiff and eerie posture!
It was a tall but withered figure, wearing an ancient wizard's robe that was already rotten and worn, and the exposed skin had a deathly bluish-gray color.
What was most chilling was that after the figure stopped, the withered hand silently and precisely pressed down on Heath's back!
Sizzle—sizzle—sizzle—
A chilling sound, like a hot iron being pressed onto fresh flesh, suddenly rang out!
Accompanying this sound was an astonishing surge of energy emanating from Heath!
Like a volcanic eruption! Like a tsunami crashing down!
Hiss, who had been barely maintaining his level 2 early stage aura, began to surge wildly as if he had taken off on a rocket!
Level 2 Intermediate!
Level 2 Advanced!
Boom! The threshold of the initial stage of level three was broken through in an instant!
Level 3, Intermediate!
Level 3, High-Tier!
The immense, abyss-like, and violent pressure of a Level 3 high-level archmage swept through the entire Crystal Hall like a tangible tsunami!
All the wizards present, whether they were full wizards or second-level wizards, felt an immense pressure emanating from the depths of their souls, as if an invisible giant hand was choking them, making even breathing incredibly difficult!
"This...this is impossible!!!"
Harris Rells' eyes widened in horror as he let out a near-collapse scream, the scene before him utterly shattering his understanding of the world!
The faces of the two level-three archmages, Carlot and Mokamo, were filled with indescribable horror and fear!
Their gazes were fixed on the withered figure that rose from the coffin. A name, sealed for over two hundred years, was squeezed out from between their trembling teeth, carrying boundless chill:
"The 'Fire of Death'—Kabus Rells!!"
This earth-shattering roar exploded like thunder in the hearts of all the white wizards!
Harris and another elder of the Rells family, as if all their strength had been drained away, trembled violently, staring incredulously at the withered figure, their voices trembling with sobs and utter bewilderment:
"Ka...Kabus...Lord?!"
The dead have come back to life?! How is that possible?!
"Heath Perospero!!"
Carrot forcibly suppressed the raging storm in his heart, his voice distorted with extreme anger.
"What have you done?! Even if you are a master of body modification, it is absolutely impossible for you to modify Kabus's remains like this in such a short time without ever having touched them! It is even more impossible for you to make him... release the 'Death Flame'!!"
He pointed to the crimson rune array that covered the entire hall and exuded an aura of destruction—that was the signature power of Qaboos!
Mochamo's face was colder and harder than ice. He stared intently at Hiss, whose aura had risen to the high level of the third rank, like a demon god descending to earth. A terrible thought formed in his mind, making him feel unprecedented humiliation and betrayal:
"Is this your real purpose, Heath?!"
"Ah—!!! Hahahaha!!!"
Heath felt the exhilarating sensation of the last trace of "death fire" that had tormented him for two hundred years being completely extracted from his body and transformed into his own power, and he let out a deafening laugh!
His eyes were completely consumed by a scarlet light, and his voice was filled with a manic and satisfied sense of control over everything:
"Old buddy, you've finally... figured it out? Too bad, it's too late! I have everything I need now!!!"
He opened his arms wide, as if to encompass the entire Crystal Hall, the entire desert, and even the entirety of Aykar:
"This great undertaking, which should have been completed two hundred years ago, was discovered by this stubborn Qaboos!"
He pointed sharply at the withered "Kabus" behind him, his tone filled with resentment.
"He'd rather seal himself beneath this desolate sea of sand, trying to drag me down with him?? Ha! What a pity! He's dead! Rotting away! And I—succeeded!!!"
The white wizards were completely bewildered, thinking that Heath had gone utterly insane.
But in Mochamo's eyes, all that remained was biting cold and raging fury.
Meanwhile, Heath, who had been hiding in a corner and trying his best to minimize his presence, looked into Heath's scarlet eyes and an extremely bold and terrifying guess flashed through his mind like lightning!
His heart was pounding!
"So..." Mochamo's voice was as cold as the wind from the depths of hell, each word sounding as if it were being ground out from between his teeth.
"Back then, when you dragged us into the attack on Qaboos, it wasn't for revenge... it was all for him—Qaboos Rells himself?!"
Faced with Mochamo's tearful accusations, Heath's maniacal laughter subsided slightly, a cold and cruel smile curving his lips as he frankly admitted, "Yes."
Before Mochamo could process the truth that had utterly shattered their past friendship, Heath's voice rang out again, like a viper's hiss, carrying a venomous pleasure in revealing a secret:
"Let me tell you another little 'secret'."
He paused deliberately, admiring Mochamo's suddenly contracting pupils.
"Back then, that idiot David... I was the one who secretly encouraged him to cause trouble for Qaboos. Unfortunately, that piece of trash was too useless, and Qaboos crushed him like a fly... with a flick of his wrist."
"Heath Perosperoth—!!!"
At this moment, the string of reason in Mochamo's mind snapped completely!
The death of the previous "Lord of Silence"?
Two hundred years of friendship?
A vow to fight side by side?
Loyalty to the organization?
Before the colossal conspiracy that Heath himself admitted to, which used the entire Silent Forest as a pawn, everything turned into the most laughable dust!
boom!!!!
The cold, lifeless magic power belonging to a level three archmage on Mokamo erupted like a volcano that had been suppressed for millions of years!
The temperature in the entire Crystal Hall plummeted, and visible ice crystals condensed in the air! His once deep eyes were now filled with nothing but a mad, murderous intent to destroy everything!
There was no incantation chanting, no prelude to casting a spell!
A terrifying level-three sorcery spell—"Eternal Silence Ice Coffin"—that embodied his life's cultivation and was filled with endless grief and despair, was instantly formed!
It was a beam of grayish-white light, composed purely of extreme cold and the laws of death, powerful enough to freeze the soul. With a shrill whistle that tore through space, it slammed into Heath Peros, who was laughing wildly, at a speed beyond the reach of thought!
He would bury this devil who betrayed and manipulated everything, along with his filthy ambition, in this eternal cold and death!