Chapter 504 The Sword of Mer <TOC> Chapter 506 Dream Conch
Translator: SumTLMan
That was a gray-haired, tired-looking person with two big dark circles under their eyes… or rather, it should be said that it was a soul.
Compared to Angel’s seemingly substantial soul when he was out of his body, this soul was translucent and intrinsically weaker than Angel’s soul.
This soul’s owner, Angel had met before, was none other than Freud, known as the “Dream Reader.”
Hearing Freud’s words, Angel sighed silently in his heart. As expected, the other apprentices knew about the relationship between the Sword of Mer and the Land of Demise, and as Cherie had guessed, they had already begun to fight for it.
Thinking of the dispute he had heard outside the watchtower, they might have already obtained the Sword of Mer. However, in the end, they turned against each other, Isio seized the sword, and Freud… If it weren’t for the Soul Binding spell, he might have died.
Since Isio had the sword but still wanted to kill him, he must have only gotten one scale of the heart. To craft a sword, he obviously needed another scale.
Angel quickly figured out the key to the situation and naturally would not back down when it came to the Sword of Mer.
His gaze at Isio gradually turned cold, and his mental space began to prepare the spell models.
On the other side, Isio, who stood at the top of the watchtower, turned gloomy as Freud rushed out and pointed out his purpose.
What Angel didn’t know was that before crafting the Sword of Mer, when one only had a single heart scale, they could sense the existence of other heart scales.
Isio had discovered the anomaly of the heart scale and judged that Angel must have had a complete Sword of Mer. So he planned to ambush Angel with a third-level Rainbow Siphon Worm and steal the Sword of Mer.
However, he did not expect that just as he was about to succeed, Luna the black cat jumped out and crushed the Rainbow Siphon Worm under her feet.
Seeing Luna the black cat, he naturally thought of its owner, Cherie, who had fought with Jiebo at the drop of a hat.
So when he discovered Luna the black cat, he didn’t plan to attack Angel anymore. Instead, he intended to appease Angel first, then use the Rainbow Siphon Worm to keep him at a distance and look for an opportunity to steal the Sword of Mer.
However, unexpectedly, Freud appeared at this moment, exposing his ultimate goal.
Isio didn’t think he was in the wrong; his biggest mistake was that he had been too careless.
He didn’t inspect Freud’s anomaly immediately after killing him, nor did he expect that Freud’s soul could recover so quickly?!
After being exposed by Freud, Isio found it difficult to back down. Especially since Angel was already on guard, his purpose was laid out on the table, making it hard for him to handle the situation.
With his own strength, it was impossible for him to deal with Angel and the possibly hidden Cherie. Even without resorting to sneak attacks, he couldn’t win against Angel in a one-on-one fight.
In this dilemma, Isio could only say stubbornly: “Don’t believe him. What he said is speculation. Even if you have the Sword of Mer, I wouldn’t try to snatch it. After all, you saved me once. I won’t hurt you out of gratitude.”
“Do you believe him?” Freud looked at Isio, blood suddenly flowing from his eyes, and his words became vicious: “He killed me just to get the Sword of Mer.”
Blood flowed more and more from Freud’s eyes, and a dark aura seemed to gather around him. He constantly accused Isio: “I discovered the Ger race, I captured the Ger race, and I read about the Sword of Mer and the Land of Demise from their dreams using my dream reading ability. What have you done? When we were at the Ger settlement, Daniel ran away, and I took you, who were seriously injured, and escaped. I even saved you; I shared the information I had with you, but you killed me when I was using my dream ability to get more information…”
Freud turned his head and looked at Angel with blood-red eyes: “I am the living embodiment of his ingratitude. Can you trust him?”
Freud’s bloody tears carried immense sorrow and deep hatred from betrayal.
As he spoke, Freud became more and more agitated. His gruesome death kept appearing on his soul, not only with blood and tears but also a huge hole in his forehead. In theory, transcendent souls shouldn’t easily fall, but Freud’s current state showed signs of impending corruption.
Faced with Freud’s accusations, Isio remained silent with a gloomy expression. His demeanor allowed Angel to discern that Freud was likely telling the truth.
This team was indeed strange. Viking helped Daniel, but Daniel remained indifferent to Viking’s fate. Freud helped Isio and even saved him, only to be killed by Isio in return.
Angel didn’t know what to say. It seemed like all the scum had gathered in one place.
Freud himself seemed to sense his impending fall, so he closed his eyes and forced down his rising hatred. Although he wasn’t a soul bias, he knew some basic information. Once he fell into a ghost state, he would have no chance of recovery.
However, he didn’t have much of a chance now either.
His only hope was that Freud would try to take Angel’s Sword of Mer. With this hatred, he hoped Angel would kill Freud.
Freud’s soul slowly stabilized. He turned to look at Angel: “He only got one scale of Mer’s heart, and to craft the Sword of Mer, he must get another scale. He knows you have the Sword of Mer and will not give up the opportunity.”
Freud’s words confirmed Angel’s previous suspicions. Indeed, Isio had only one heart scale, but how did Isio discover that he possessed the Sword of Mer? Could there be a special method to find the Sword of Mer?
“I can swear now, and I can also sign a contract with you through a great will, that I will never covet the Sword of Mer on your body. We each leave, and I promise never to appear in front of you again,” Isio said, looking at Angel.
Isio’s words made Freud feel uneasy. If Angel were the kind of person who would rather avoid trouble, he might really let Isio go. But while Angel could let Isio go, Freud couldn’t!
Thinking of his tragic corpse still in the watchtower, Freud’s resentment surged again.
Freud’s eyes turned bloodshot.
He absolutely couldn’t let Isio leave! He had to die!
Freud looked at Angel, saw his expression was indifferent, and didn’t know what Angel planned to do. He gritted his teeth, seemingly making a decision: “Mr. Pat, as long as you kill Isio and then take my soul out of the Purification Sea, I promise to give you a mysterious object.”
Freud’s words, like an exploding pot, attracted the attention of everyone present.
Even Cherie, hidden in the darkness, looked over.
Could an apprentice really possess a mysterious object?
Angel stared intently at Freud, knowing better than anyone else what a mysterious object meant. He had once almost crafted a mysterious gun, and he faintly felt the message that mystery represented. If he could obtain a mysterious object for research, he might actually have the chance to become a mysterious alchemist!
He had initially planned to ask his mentor to borrow the “Grudge Doll” for research, but not only was there no guarantee that Sanders would be willing to lend it, borrowing would naturally come at a cost, and Angel wouldn’t be able to research it whenever he wanted.
But if he owned a mysterious object…
“It’s impossible; he can’t possibly have a mysterious object! If he had a mysterious object, how could he have been so easily killed by me? And as an apprentice, how could he have a mysterious object?” Isio, worried that Angel would agree, shouted.
Isio already had a vague plan to escape, but the black cat kept staring at him, giving him chills down his spine. Perhaps Cherie was secretly watching him from somewhere.
Isio’s words, Angel agreed. 99% of wizards don’t have mysterious objects, so how could he, an apprentice, have one?
“It’s a very special mysterious object,” Freud said after a moment of silence, his lips moving slightly, controlling his soul fluctuations, and sending his voice only to Angel’s ears.
When Angel heard the name of this mysterious object, his expression was a bit strange.
If it was this object, Freud might really have it.
Angel had never planned to let Isio go, even if he promised to take an oath or sign a contract with the great will, Angel wanted him dead. Two consecutive sneak attacks – he could forgive the first one, and step back, but the second one was absolutely unacceptable. With Isio’s character capable of betraying and killing his life-saving benefactor, he was not a gracious person. Letting him go once might just be nurturing a great hidden danger.
Now, Freud had also promised a mysterious object, although it might not be useful to him, it was basically a free gain.
Thinking of this, Angel looked at Freud and said: “Okay, I agree.”
Isio didn’t know what Freud had said to Angel, but as soon as Angel’s words fell, Isio immediately realized that the situation was not good and fled.
At the same time, the swarm of insects, like a dark cloud, rushed towards Angel with a loud noise, transforming into a curtain-like formation.
If it had been a sneak attack, Angel might have been somewhat afraid of these poisonous insects, but facing them head-on like this, he was not afraid in the least.
The Flame Formation Phantom Attack, which had already been constructed in his thought space, was cast by Angel.
This trick, a large-scale group attack spell, had its power reduced by several times in seawater, but the insects themselves were also far from perfect in the sea. The huge circular fire field, under the mysterious runes, turned this curtain of insects into ashes, falling bit by bit.
Angel’s soul left his body, passing through the phantom formation and rushing straight towards Isio.
Isio ran nearly a kilometer away, looked back and saw Angel still in the curtain of insects, feeling slightly relieved. Moreover, Cherie didn’t stop him, which also reassured him a bit, thinking that he should be able to escape this time.
As long as he could escape, hmph… Isio’s expression was sinister, and his eyes showed a vicious hatred. Whether it was Angel, Cherie, or even that annoying black cat, he would turn them all into insect excrement!
Just as Isio thought he had escaped, a blurry figure appeared in front of him.
Angel?! How could he be so fast!
With Isio’s terrified expression, a trembling gray line appeared around him, and within the gray line, his body seemed to be trapped in a quagmire, unable to move.
Angel sneered and raised his hand to cast a gravity cannon aimed at Isio’s forehead.
With a loud “bang”,
Isio’s head burst, and the white brain matter scattered like fireworks.
At the same time, countless insects crawled out from Isio’s exploded neck.
The dense swarm of insects disgusted Angel. Many of these insects were extremely ferocious bugs that Angel had seen. Fortunately, he left his physical body in the watchtower, and these insects could not harm his soul.
When most of the insects had scattered, Angel returned to the watchtower with Isio’s corpse.