Chapter 1403 The Perilous Mountain Giant Again <TOC> Chapter 1405 Ghostly Hands
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The energy around Black Castle is currently in utter chaos, and the Precarious Mountain Giant is on the brink of self-destruction at any moment.
Kimberly’s strategy has been to maintain a stable energy channel that allows the ghost of the Precarious Mountain Giant to sense Isabella. Then, Isabella would lure it away from Black Castle.
Evidently, Kimberly’s technique worked flawlessly.
Despite the Precarious Mountain Giant’s massive size, it is, after all, just a ghost. Its shattered consciousness, compounded by fragments of other ghosts within, renders it thoughtless. Its sole instinct is to seek the living and then self-destruct.
Thanks to Kimberly’s arrangement, the only living essence it could detect was Isabella’s. Naturally, it pursued her footsteps, charging into the wilderness.
As the echoing “thud, thud, thud” of its footsteps gradually faded, the looming silhouette of the Giant became ever more distant. While the group’s initial terror began to ebb, a residual unease lingered.
No one knew what other tricks were up the source of chaos’s sleeve.
Was the ghost of the Precarious Mountain Giant truly vanquished?
The answer is a resounding no.
Just as everyone let their guard down, thinking the ghost of the Giant was safely distant, crisis loomed again. A fierce, sanguine beam suddenly shot up from somewhere.
This scarlet ray had a deep hue, similar to desiccated blood, its redness tinged with a hint of abyssal black.
The red light darted agilely in the air, leaving only a long-tailed phantom in its wake, barely discernible to the naked eye.
When the crimson beam touched the ghosts, it paused but for a fleeting second. The surrounding ghosts instantly transformed. Their already menacing faces became even more contorted, a fleeting glint of bloody light in their eyes, as they recklessly charged at the living nearby.
The ghosts brushed by the crimson hue were not originally merged ghosts. However, as they approached the living, they began to self-destruct.
The roaring sound hadn’t ceased, and with the advent of this crimson glow, the scene was already ablaze. Not only did it not cool down, but it was also as if oil was poured on the fire, making it even more challenging for the wizards below trying to maintain their equilibrium.
As the crimson light danced and darted, a dark shadow suddenly flashed, positioning itself in front of the light.
The shadow adjusted its hat, with wavy gray-green hair cascading from underneath. An indifferent gaze shot with a glint of sharpness, “Didn’t expect to see a Scarlet Ghost here. Perhaps it’s a testament to Princess Guman’s exceptional abilities to conjure such a rare ghost. Or should I say, the craftsmanship of Black Castle truly ranks among the finest in the Southern Region.”
The one speaking was Sanders, and the figure illuminated by the paused crimson glow finally revealed its face.
A ghost distinct from the rest.
Clad in a rich red gown, her form emanated a subtle glow, though it bled a sanguine hue. Her features were far from grotesque — they were enchanting. Yet, her eerie smile, almost reaching her ears, and her raised brows bore a sinister intent.
“Hehehe——“ A chilling giggle emanated from the scarlet ghost.
“It seems we can’t communicate,” Sanders, wielding a wand, drew a spell in the air, stating slowly, “Your opponent is me.”
As his spell settled, a nebulous gray mist gradually enveloped both Sanders and the scarlet ghost…
When the fog entirely concealed Sanders and the ghost, Isabelle’s expression on the other side grew progressively somber.
The scarlet ghost is a fearsome ghost, immune to banishment spells and barely affected by holy magics. Thus, even a wizard of true knowledge finds such a ghost a formidable challenge.
Isabelle, a witch proficient in soul magic, can counteract the scarlet ghost. However, it would still take considerable time to utterly vanquish it.
Hence, Sanders relayed to her, “Princess Guman’s intentions are now clear, and her likely target is Angel. These suddenly appearing ghosts are merely to distract us.”
“We’re unaware of her other tricks, but they all revolve around the ghosts. Thus, you handling her would be best.”
“I’ll keep the scarlet ghost occupied.”
Isabelle agreed with Sanders’ perspective. The source of chaos is targeting Angel, and it would be best for her to handle any subsequent moves. However, she found it puzzling that Sanders would entrust the safety of his disciple, who might be in constant danger, to someone else… Was it a testament to his trust in her, or sheer confidence in Angel?
If Isabelle were Angel’s mentor, she’d never make such a decision. Entrusting someone as irreplaceable and crucial as Angel to someone else’s care wasn’t wise.
Though she pondered this, Isabelle’s focus on Angel never waned, especially since he was fighting for Black Castle. Merely on that account, she could not neglect him.
Now, Kimberly, Isabella, and Sanders were all held back. Isabelle believed that if the source of chaos had a strong intent towards Angel, her next move would soon reveal itself.
As expected, it wasn’t long before another twist occurred.
A spectral woman of advanced age slowly emerged from Black Castle.
The ghostly visage of the woman bore no overwhelming aura. Dressed in a deep black robe, her demeanor wasn’t particularly fierce. Her eyes remained tightly shut, exuding a calmness resembling that of an ordinary soul.
However, as a soul witch, Isabelle could discern with ease whether a soul had fallen.
Without a doubt, this female soul was a fallen one.
Yet, Isabelle’s current indifference to whether she was a ghost or not was evident. Her eyes were filled with astonishment and disbelief, “Why… why is Moriah here?”
Moriah and Isabelle once shared a mentor. Since their mentor ventured to the Source World, Moriah had disappeared without a trace.
Isabelle assumed Moriah had followed their mentor’s footsteps to the Source World.
Yet, what she couldn’t fathom was that not only had Moriah not ventured to the Source World, she had stayed in the Southern Region! And not just that, she had passed away, with her soul descending into a fallen state?
What was even harder for Isabelle to accept was the fact that Moriah seemed to be under the control of the source of chaos, not aligning herself with Black Castle.
Moriah slowly ascended, still devoid of any imposing presence.
After a while, with both Isabelle and Moriah standing their ground on opposite sides, Isabelle queried with a furrowed brow, “What… in the world transpired a thousand years ago that made you remain in the Southern Region?”
“I distinctly saw you leave. Why not only did you stay, but also fall into this state?”
“Tell me, what happened?”
In response to Isabelle’s pressing questions, there was only silence.
A frown deepened on Isabelle’s face. Given that Moriah had now become a ghost, extracting any information from her was virtually impossible, for the behavioral logic of a ghost doesn’t often align with the memories of their past life.
For the present situation, there’s only one solution.
Isabelle’s gaze drifted downward to Angel. More precisely, it was fixed on the Prelude of Reincarnation in Angel’s hand… To fathom what transpired, one would need to harness the power of the Prelude of Reincarnation.
Capturing Moriah, and then leveraging the Prelude of Reincarnation to retrieve her from the Abyss of Descent, would illuminate the mysteries of a millennium past.
As this thought surfaced, Isabelle’s expression underwent a subtle transformation, with all her focus channeling toward Moriah alone.
Seizing Moriah remained the sole preoccupation in Isabelle’s mind.
However, Isabelle hadn’t lost sight of Angel. Aware that the source of chaos dispatched Moriah probably to distract her and target Angel, she knew she had to safeguard Angel. After all, from whom would she borrow the Prelude of Reincarnation?
Emerging from Isabelle was a faint silhouette bathed in a golden halo.
This luminous halo, like a network of ethereal threads, persisted for several moments before gradually fading, revealing its true nature.
It bore Isabelle’s visage, yet this version seemed somewhat ephemeral, almost like an illusion.
In reality, this was Isabelle’s soul avatar, encapsulating half of the Mysterious Spirit she’d severed from Angel. Its might even have surpassed her current self.
Isabelle dispatched this soul avatar to protect Angel, while her entire consciousness zeroed in on Moriah.
Concurrently, Moriah finally opened her eyes. Devoid of sclera or pupils, they were a deep void of obsidian, akin to the profound abyss, a vortex capable of swallowing all.
A wicked grin crept onto Moriah’s face as malevolent intentions pervaded her being.
A black flame kindled slowly within her.
As the dark flames spread, Isabelle finally made her move…
In life, Moriah’s power was inferior to Isabelle’s, and even less so than Isabella’s. After her death, her strength waned further, making her no match for Isabelle.
However, Isabelle’s aim wasn’t to destroy Moriah, but to capture her — a task more daunting than simply vanquishing her.
For a moment, Isabelle hadn’t yet found the most effective strategy.
While Isabelle and Moriah were locked in combat, a terrifying rumble suddenly echoed from a distant place.
Glancing over, Isabelle’s soul avatar noticed a brilliant streak of white light piercing the horizon from the edge of the distant dark forest. This beam, accompanied by the tremors of the earth and a deafening roar, reached straight into the sky.
As the white light touched the dark clouds, it exploded with a deafening force.
The radiant light enveloped the entire sky. Everyone present was blanketed by its brilliance, with only an expanse of white remaining in their vision…
Isabelle hesitated briefly. The direction of this explosion was the same one where previously, Isabella and Kimberly had lured away the Mountain Giant. Could this massive explosion, which even illuminated the entire Black Castle region, be the self-destruction of that very Mountain Giant?
She wondered about the condition of Isabella and Kimberly after this explosion.
While lost in these thoughts, Isabelle suddenly realized something crucial.
Such a massive disturbance would undoubtedly distract everyone. If there was an opportune moment to strike, this was undoubtedly it.
Perhaps the source of chaos would take this chance to target Angel.
With this in mind, Isabelle quickly scanned the ground below. She had been distracted for only a brief moment — everything should be okay… right?
However, as Isabelle looked down, her pupils constricted, and she froze on the spot.
Chapter 1403 The Perilous Mountain Giant Again <TOC> Chapter 1405 Ghostly Hands