Chapter 622 Temptation of Bloodline <TOC> Chapter 624 Young Spivey
Translator: SumTLMan
As Gloria pondered the meaning of Sanders’ words, Grak looked surprised: “Sanders, you came in too?!”
Sanders tossed the Bloodline Vial to Angel and introduced Grak to Angel: “He is ‘Little Demon’ Grak from the Twilight’s Edge, a disgusting and headache-causing rebellious brat. Don’t believe a word he says.”
As Angel took the Bloodline Vial, before he could speak, Grak across from him said: “Hey, hey, Sanders, that’s not right. We went through the Blood Demon Battle together. Why do you have to talk like that?”
The Blood Demon Battle was a small-scale wizard skirmish that took place on the Dwarf Grave plane a hundred years ago, caused by a vial of Demon God’s blood.
“It’s because we experienced the Blood Demon Battle that I understand your character,” Sanders said indifferently: “At that time, there were no fewer than a thousand people you deceived.”
“Didn’t I not deceive you then?” Grak argued.
“If you have the strength to deceive me, please feel free.” Sanders sneered.
Grak rolled his eyes for a long time, not knowing how to respond, and he couldn’t admit it directly. In the end, he looked at the girl floating in mid-air: “Gloria? I just heard them call you Gloria, but the Gloria in my memory doesn’t have such a slim figure. I see that your body and soul don’t quite match, did you take someone else’s body?”
Gloria floated down and glared at him: “None of your business. Besides, weren’t you just thinking about it too? You even had your eye on a young girl’s body. Aren’t you ashamed?”
Grak indeed planned to take over a body just now, but his face was exceptionally thick. He shamelessly said: “That was just now. Now that you guys are here, why not save me?”
Gloria shook her head: “I can’t handle this.”
Grak placed his hopeful gaze on Sanders: “Old buddy, you won’t just stand by and watch me die, will you?”
Sanders stretched out his hand, flicking a chaotic energy towards Grak.
Grak was startled, but he found that the energy wasn’t aimed at him, but at the golden thread connected to the void above his head.
There was a loud “bang.”
The chaotic energy disappeared, and the golden thread wavered but remained undamaged. The one suffering was Grak, his body bound and pierced by the golden thread. As the thread moved, his blood spurted out, and the strange runes on the thread tormented his flesh, causing him to scream involuntarily.
Gloria had been pierced by silk thread before, but it was completely different from this golden thread. Silk thread might cause pain, but this golden thread seemed to amplify all bodily pain and even invaded the soul and spirit.
Nausica had experienced it and empathized with Grak’s screams. She even looked away, merely seeing the miserable state reminded her of herself not long ago.
As Grak was in unbearable pain, the surrounding Colorful Dragonflies began to gather and sent an attack signal to Sanders.
Apparently, the chaos energy Sanders had thrown earlier had disturbed them.
Sanders raised his hand, seemingly ready to eliminate the Colorful Dragonflies with a backhand. Angel quickly sent them an emotional wave to retreat.
He had no feelings for Foxx and Frogg, but he was grateful to the Colorful Dragonflies. Last time, when he was pushed into the planar passage by Twilight, it was these dragonflies that helped him, or he might have been lost in the darkness forever, with no chance of escape.
The Colorful Dragonflies had saved his life, so Angel had an extra bit of pity for them.
After Angel’s emotional wave spread, the Colorful Dragonflies immediately trusted his command and retreated, giving up their attack posture.
Angel’s emotional wave was subtle, undetected by Grak in his pain, but the other two wizards, Sanders and Gloria, sensed it.
Sanders lowered his hand, looked at Angel, and said nothing.
Gloria squinted her eyes, her expression full of profound meaning.
After a while, Grak’s pain finally subsided, but it had cost him half his life. He looked at Sanders with bloodshot eyes and gasped: “I can’t take another hit like that. There’s a demon tempting me by my ear, trying to persuade me to fall, but I don’t want to… save me.”
Without his slick talk, Grak now desperately sought someone to help him, and the person he sought was Sanders.
Sanders rubbed his gloves and said in a low voice: “The facts have proven that I can’t save you. You should have felt the sharpness of that energy just now; it was the sharpest attack I could make. However, this golden thread remains undamaged.”
After Sanders finished speaking, Angel signaled to him with his eyes.
Unnoticeably, Sanders created a mental link connecting him with Angel.
Angel immediately said through the mental link: “Mentor, Little Spot can bite through the golden threads.”
“Little Spot?” Sanders looked at the spotted dog by Angel’s feet: “It can bite through these golden threads?”
“Yes.” Angel recounted how Little Spot had bitten through the golden threads on Nausica’s body earlier.
Sanders: “I see, but we don’t need it here, and you don’t have to mention it.”
Angel nodded with some confusion. He had just listened to their conversation and thought that the master and Grak were friends… But now it seemed that this was not the case?
Sanders continued through the mental link: “I have some doubts about this dog, do you know its identity?”
Angel hesitated for a while and shared his guess: “Perhaps, it is the source that attracted the wizards.”
“You mean…” Sanders silently mouthed the word “Mysterious.”
Angel nodded: “It might be a Mysterious Soul, or maybe, it is the Mysterious Being itself. I can’t figure it out right now.”
Sanders didn’t continue to inquire but looked at the spotted dog with a subtle change in his eyes.
As Sanders and Angel secretly conversed, Grak’s face darkened slightly: “A blank body will do, like the woman with the best figure.”
Although everyone knew Grak was referring to Nausica, his words still made all the women present darken their faces.
Suddenly, Grak’s gaze fell on Angel, who was holding the “Nether Demon Bloodline,” and said to Sanders: “He’s your apprentice, right? I was originally interested in him, but unfortunately, he is a soul body. So, if I want to live, I can only choose another person. As long as you can save me, I can give you a Merck Soul Source Oath.”
A Merck Soul Source Oath is a complete and rigorous contract-type oath, named after the first drafter of the oath. The main content of this oath is ‘to satisfy one demand proposed by the other party while preserving one’s own freedom and the potential for future development.’
This means that once Grak issues the Merck Soul Source Oath, as long as Sanders doesn’t restrict his freedom, he can propose any condition, such as asking Grak to hand over the wealth he accumulated throughout his life.
A faint smile appeared on the corner of Sanders’ mouth: “The condition is very tempting, and I can agree to it. However, I have a container for housing souls, and you can temporarily reside in it. When a suitable body is found later, I will keep an eye out for you…”
Grak shook his head: “That won’t work. If I could leave my body as a soul, I would have done so and found a body for myself. This golden thread is strange, not only binding my body but also my soul.”
“Under the circumstances where the golden thread cannot be severed, I can only escape death by letting the essence of the soul, the light of spirituality, flee,” Grak said, his expression extremely gloomy.
It can be said that the path Grak chose, the escape of the essence of the soul, is even worse than Gloria’s situation.
At least after Gloria took over someone else’s body, she could rely on the strength of her soul to possess the power of a formal wizard. However, the path Grak chose would completely lose all abilities, with only memories and thoughts remaining, and everything would have to start from scratch.
Angel saw many novels about dimension crossers and rebirth in the holographic tablet, which are roughly similar situations.
With only memories and experiences, they would still have to rely on their own efforts to grow again.
Grak’s words did not surprise Sanders. From the time Grak tried to lure Nausica to approach him earlier, he probably guessed it.
The essence of the soul is extremely fragile, even if Grak is a second-level wizard. After leaving the Soul Realm, it would completely dissipate in less than a second. Therefore, he has less than a second to escape, so he tried his best to lure Nausica to approach him and even threw out a high-cost bait for it.
“In that case…” Sanders paused, then looked back at Nausica.
Her expression remained unchanged, but her eyes showed a touch of determination.
Sanders smiled. He guessed Nausica’s thoughts, and she probably wanted to take advantage of the moment when Grak’s essence of the soul flew out to kill him.
Her temperament is not bad, and maybe she really has a chance to become a wizard in the future.
Sanders thought for a moment and decided to let Nausica go. After all, she was a potential seed in the Savage Grottoes and a friend of Angel. So he turned his head back and asked: “How much longer can you hold on?”
Grak hesitated for a moment: “At most two minutes.”
“Alright, wait for me to come back.” With that, Sanders’ figure flashed and disappeared.
From the conversation between them, Grak could easily guess the reason for Sanders’ departure. He curiously glanced at Nausica, knowing Sanders well enough to believe that he wouldn’t waste his magic power just to find someone.
Could this Nausica be related to Sanders in some way?
While Grak speculated, Angel quietly asked Gloria about the situation with Yorkshire.
“He ran away, went to the central area. Sanders told us not to chase, saying there’s a problem there,” Gloria paused and whispered: “When did your mentor tinker with a Mysterious Object?”
“Mysterious Object?” Angel was stunned for a moment before reacting: “Does Lady Gloria mean the Grudge Doll?”
The Grudge Doll was a Mysterious Object that Sanders had bought at the Twilight Auction for seven million magic crystals. He had wanted to study the Mysterious Object and had asked Sanders to lend it to him multiple times, but Sanders had always dismissed him with various excuses.
This was one of his minor resentments.
“Yes, that’s right, just a ragged doll. It’s original name is Grudge Doll? That snake called Yorkshire was actually scared to tears by a ragged doll and ran away for some reason.”
“What about Foxx? She also has a Mysterious Object.”
“That red fox is even more alert. When Sanders took out the Grudge Doll, it ran away. You have no idea how wonderful Sanders’ expression was at that time. He originally considered the harp as his own property.” Taking advantage of Sanders’ absence, Gloria mocked without any reservations.
Chapter 622 Temptation of Bloodline <TOC> Chapter 624 Young Spivey