When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 1027 - 369: The Hunt Begins, Helquinn!
Chapter 1027 -369: The Hunt Begins, Helquinn!
Peng Bonazzi felt a momentary blank in his thoughts.
By the time he regained consciousness, his body was extremely weary, as though all his strength had been drained away, leaving him feeble.
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——It was almost as if he had been frozen in time, while Aleister got in a good beating and then took the chance to escape!
Of course, Peng Bonazzi knew that this was just an illusion.
Time had not stopped; this was another application of the Preservation Arts—directly “preserving” Baroness Beyard to a safe place. And for himself, tainted by the Dusk Power, the power of the Path of Love surging within him was also severely restrained and thus diminished.
Just like warm blood rapidly coagulating and drying up in the cold winter night.
Peng Bonazzi had always detested the Path of Dusk.
He would never admit to his own aging, much less acknowledge his deviation toward the Path of Dusk… This was precisely due to his intense aversion to it.
And now, the residual sense of grimness within him made Peng Bonazzi despise it even more at this moment.
This power… its aura which had once ensnared him in that illusion of cold ice felt very close…
“Dusk—”
Peng Bonazzi gritted his teeth as he spoke, his voice filled with hatred.
Without a doubt.
The special force previously used by Baroness Beyard unquestionably came from Black Chancellor Grunevald!
——This was not unfounded speculation.
The Dusk Power that could even control him, plus the fact that it is currently the Winter Celestial’s time of rising, with heavy snow falling outside… and it just so happens he is on Grunevald’s home turf. Aleister had also mentioned that Heinrich had been frozen here.
This only proved that everything was Grunevald’s conspiratorial arrangement!
No wonder she deliberately stayed here!
“You want to kill me?”
The voice of Peng Bonazzi grew louder, carrying more and more emphatic tones: “You can try—”
His right hand, like that of a ferocious and sharp dragon, suddenly emerged as the armor formed by rapidly flowing blood shattered.
He violently grasped at the ground, and the floor of the Spirit Summoning Tower crumbled easily like tofu under his hand.
Immediately after, the blood Qi infused into the ground, spreading throughout the entire Spirit Summoning Tower.
Faucets turned themselves on at high speed, one after another, hissing as steaming hot blood gushed from the faucets on every floor.
The corrosive blood that fell on the ground burned through the walls of the Spirit Summoning Tower, and lively white smoke flowed through the entire corridor.
Any student passing by who breathed in that smoke began to cough violently, but before they coughed for long, a blood-drenched hand burst forth from within their chests and bellies—ripping them open.
Some were boys, some girls.
All of them no more than seven or eight years old, they burrowed out directly from their chests and bellies.
The blood-soaked children, bathed in the corrosive white mist, were enveloped in a translucent blood membrane that rapidly corroded away, leaving their skin quickly restored. They grew up swiftly, turning into teenagers after only a few steps.
Within the Spirit Summoning Tower, new children continuously emerged, some growing into their twenties.
Some replicas stopped growing in their teens, while others remained as young as a few years old. There were those who stopped in their twenties or thirties… even middle-aged individuals in their forties and fifties, as well as elderly persons in their sixties or seventies.
Their number was twenty, thirty, forty… finally settling at sixty-six individuals.
The ageless Peng Bonazzi—
The moments he was originally to experience in his life but missed, were now manifesting as replica after replica.
It would be less accurate to say that his spirit was divided into so many parts…
Rather, it would be more accurate to say he manifested many bodies and then dressed them with his own face.
At that moment, the twilight-colored aura expanded once again—enveloping those students who were at the brink of death and making them disappear from their original location instantaneously.
At the top floor, Aleister was preserved here.
Looking at the students who had been rescued, her expression was extremely serious.
From between her fingers emerged two Pure White Flame Butterflies.
Compared to the Flame Butterflies summoned by Aiwass, they looked somewhat larger—
[2x Spell Reach Increase: The effective range of this spell is doubled]
The students, teleported back in their gutted state and drenched in blood, were divided by Matthias into male and female piles. The two Pure White Flame Butterflies fluttered above them and then burst into splendid brilliance—
These were the Defiant Flame Butterflies’ upright effects, summoning healing flame butterflies!
Once increased in range, they erupted into two potent healing novae!
These two widespread healing effects covered all the wounded simultaneously, instantly restoring their health.
Even Aleister, the healer, felt satisfied.
——Ah, how refreshing!
This widespread healing, perfectly utilized and without any waste, filled one with a sense of satisfaction, as if completing a compulsion for perfection…
Meanwhile, Christina, who had just regained her vitality but was still weak, lay on the ground, her eyes wide open, looking at Aleister. Her blurred vision gradually focused, recognizing the person who had saved her and her classmates.
I’ve been saved once again…
Such a thought popped into her mind, while the Earthbound Spirit in her brain excitedly stirred, clamoring to come out.
At this moment, Aleister simply heard Principal Matthias whispering, “Is that some kind of soul-splitting spell?”
“That is the Creation Spell—he has vaguely touched upon the essence of the Source River, like me. If he could ascend to the Dream Realm, he could become a Celestial Marshal… However, I truly have never seen this move before; you are the first to push him to this extent.”
The Lich floated in the air, emitting an echoey, hollow voice: “Pengbonazi has split and released his own soul… using the bodies of others as material to create ‘himself’.”
“Over the years, he has been accustomed to ‘family punishment’ as a means to absorb the erring offspring, bypassing their immortality to give them a decisive death. By doing so, he shaped an image of authority that is not cruel yet very powerful.”
“But, those souls still exist within him. They are just merged with him… I warned Pengbonazi, though he seemed to enjoy it.”
“…Probably, he thinks this way he won’t be lonely anymore.”
Aleister murmured softly.
The Lich replied, “Clearly, he has not achieved that.
“The Son of the Moon’s soul cannot ascend into the Dream Realm, so the souls of those people have merged with him. But he did not grind down their consciousness… this will bring him an increasingly heavy burden. One day he will go mad, no longer the same as he initially was.
“Looking at it now… he probably had a plan all along. This is not a technique of dividing oneself, each one is the original self—any escapee equals his complete escape. And it is difficult to thoroughly extinguish every ‘Pengbonazi’; at least six to ten killings might exhaust his Blood Qi.”
“…Escape?”
Aleister caught on to Matthias’ implication: “Does he plan to flee?”
“After all, Pengbonazi’s temperament is not bellicose… he was a very rational person back in the day, an outlier among the Sons of the Moon. He probably does not know you are stalling for time.
“From his reaction, it seems he senses that the Level of your Path of Love is the same as, or even higher than his, hence he is extremely cautious of you.
“Pengbonazi’s pretense of anger at you is in fact an attempt to confuse the situation and escape amidst the chaos. Because he feels it’s not fair to fight against you in such an environment… His first ‘attack’ on you was just throwing something trivial at you as proof.”
“If you were to focus your attention on preparing to fight him, that’s when he’d take the chance to transform and flee.”
The Lich Grunevald knew his old friend all too well and directly pointed out Red Chancellor Pengbonazi’s real intention.
In fact, Aleister also vaguely sensed this—despite the strong killing intent, Pengbonazi actually did not ambush her.
—When she crafted the ice umbrella, she indeed intentionally did it for a collision.
If she created a shield, people might become vigilant, but the gorgeous ice umbrella would make one subconsciously think she was showing off. And using an umbrella to block any thrown object would seem quite natural.
When Pengbonazi launched an attack on the ice of stars, the star ice released with five times Mana dragged him into an endless illusion!
“…And yet, he actually managed to break free from it.”
“He has already died once, by suicide. ”
The Lich, particularly sensitive to death, answered, “He used this method to quickly break free from the dream, and since then, he has been preparing to escape—it must be the seal you placed on him with Taboo Power that has made him wary of you. He probably thinks that it’s a power I taught you… As you said before, the power source of the Spirit Summoning Tower is indeed the Taboo Power of the Spirit Amber Celestial Marshal.
“Although Pengbonazi rarely visits the Spirit Summoning Tower, he could taste ‘me’ in it. I have long merged with the Spirit Summoning Tower and now control the Taboo Power… He may not know what that power is called, but he knows it’s related to me.”
The skeletal frame floated in the air, speaking leisurely.
Unlike Pengbonazi, he was like someone chatting to himself nonchalantly while watching a movie… with no killing intent whatsoever.
“It seems the Taboo Path is different from the Path of Strength, rather it’s closer to the Beast’s Path…”
Aleister smiled, “Just as with old paths that were replaced and optimized over time, their traces left in the world are indeed not few.”
“Are you going to make a move? Those are sixty-six entities of the Fifth Power Level.”
“I want to give it a try.”
Aleister said candidly.
Principal Grunevald answered indifferently, “With me here, he cannot touch you; but if you are to kill him, I also will not intervene.
“And relying solely on the Wild Hunt King, you cannot kill him. Just like a palm cannot shatter a flying insect.”
“How will we know if we don’t try?”
Aleister’s gaze was deep as she overlooked the scattering ‘Pengbonazis’, murmuring softly.
Meanwhile, behind her, the mask of the Wild Hunt King clinked down.
The dim yellow color was soaking into his Pure White armor, while the students watched all of this unfold with shock—some even terror.
All students of the Spirit Summoning Tower were here, witnessing the most grandiose hunting ceremony since the founding of Star Antimony.
As Aleister summoned, the Thunder Javelin also appeared in Helquinn’s hand.
The furious electric light shattered the windows directly, and the cold wind surged in, covering everything.
“The hunt begins, Helquinn!”
Aleister still held the Book of Law high with one hand, her voice sharp and cold: “Spare none—”
In the sky, within the Dark Clouds.
The Wild Hunt Legion was assembling.
Wrapped in a layer of frost, Helquinn gripped the Thunder Javelin tight, emitting a low, humming sound:
“—Your will, my master. I have come at your command.”
