Chapter 190: Chapter 31: Like Crazy l
Translator: 549690339
Mid-river Sandbar.
Underground, behind the Bronze Door, a circular tomb.
The empty eye sockets of the skeletal remains faintly emit a red light.
As time passed, the red light grew brighter, and then with a sizzling sound, turned into two flames.
A creaking sound echoed from the skeletal body.
The pale bones slowly transformed, gradually turning into a translucent jade color.
The left hand resting on the coffin rose, placed over the right hand tightly grasping a great sword, in a double-handed sword grip.
Maintaining this posture for a while, the skeleton made another movement. Like a rusty machine oiled, its movements changed from sluggish to fluid. The skeletal hands pressed down forcefully, using the great sword to stand up. Casually carrying the great sword behind him, the skeleton glanced around the tomb room.
Its gaze finally rested on the coffin.
The two flames flickering in its eye sockets appeared to radiate a deep sense of remembrance, pity, and sorrow.
“My Daughter.”
The lower jaw bone of the skeleton moved a few times, the voice was hoarse and low, “One thousand six hundred and twenty-seven years have passed.” No one knows how the skeleton, without vocal cords, could produce such sound.
The skeleton’s monologue echoed in the small circular tomb room.
“The gods who disregarded the lives of mortals, I have slain every one of them. But, what of it?
I still couldn’t save you.
You still lie here, silent.
The gods fell, the world changed dramatically.
The world began to decline.
Mankind is heading towards extinction.
But all of this, it has nothing to do with me anymore.
I wish only to accompany you in your eternal sleep.
My daughter.
More than a thousand years have passed.
This world is being obliterated.
I don’t care about this world.
Whether it lives or dies, it doesn’t concern me.
I just can’t let you lose your resting place.
My daughter.
Wait for me.
I’m going out for a bit, to solve a small problem.
I will be back soon.
Don’t be afraid.
I’ll definitely return to your side.
And continue our eternal slumber.”
As the voice fell, a thick stack of reports on the ground flew up automatically.
The reports floated in front of the skeleton, burning page by page.
Just because the God Slayer doesn’t understand the writings of the Wizard World, it doesn’t mean he can’t comprehend the contents within.
Especially since all of Link’s experiments occurred right under his nose. Comparing the two, the God Slayer could naturally fully understand Link’s intent for destructive rescue.
And elevate it.
Now, who could understand this world better than the God Slayer?
Noone.
The Bronze Door opened on its own accord.
The God Slayer took strides, left the tomb room, and entered the secret passage.
As the Bronze Door slowly closed, the God Slayer looked back, catching one last glance of the coffin through the crack of the door.
With a swishing sound, his great sword ignited with black flames.
The flames started small and eventually grew, slowly shaping into wings, enveloping the skeleton.
The black winged flames and the crystal clear jade bones created a stark contrast.
As if symbolizing darkness and light.
Epitomizing destruction and salvation.
The gaze of the God Slayer aimed towards the direction where Link Grande was, his lower jaw bone opening slightly, whispering a few words.
The God Slayer held a good impression of this otherworldly person who controlled their desires, only sending in reports, and never once stepping into the tomb room.
Because Link didn’t disturb the sleep of his daughter.
His gaze was recalled.
The moment the wings of pure black fire unfolded, the jade bones radiated a brilliant light.
In an instant, the God Slayer disappeared from the secret passage, vanishing without a trace.
Only the white walls were left on both sides.
The murals had quietly disappeared.
Mountain Basin.
“Welcome.”
Monroe Brisegio, alone, greeted Link and his group at the entrance.
He was still in his jungle camouflage, his face painted with several lines of colors, but his expression wasn’t as spirited as before.
A glimpse of exhaustion uncontrollably spilled out between his brows.
Although Monroe tried to force up his spirit, putting on a face.
Upon seeing Link, Monroe extended his right hand from afar.
As though the Mountain Basin was his home court, and he was the master here.
Even if he himself had just stepped into the basin, he hadn’t even set up camp yet.
“Thank you.”
Link did not mind Monroe’s trivialities.
These were just insignificant details that could be ignored.
After shaking hands lightly, Link’s gaze easily moved past Monroe.
He casually glanced at several of his cautious comrades from the North District.
Upon brief comparison with his memory, Link was startled to find that two of the people he had met in the jungle last time were no longer here.
He didn’t know whether they were separated or eliminated.
If they were eliminated, then the battles Team Monroe encountered must have been intense.
Putting aside unnecessary thoughts, Link did not beat around the bush, and cut straight to the chase: “Looking at your conditions, it seems things aren’t going well, did you encounter some problems?”
Upon hearing this, Monroe revealed a bitter smile: “We let our guard down, fell into an ambush, suffered heavy losses.”
He didn’t try to hide it, acknowledged it candidly, but didn’t mention all of what happened.
What they went through was no mere ambush.
The things that took place, such as deceit, counter-deceit, bait, ambush, counter-ambush, counter-counter ambush, pursuit, retaliation, and further pursuit, how can a simple phrase, ‘fell into an ambush’ explain it all clearly? Monroe just didn’t want to bring up painful memories.
In the end, they fell into this dire situation, chased until they had lost everything and were forced to flee,
The main reason, was that they were too successful in the early stages of hunting monsters, which caused his arrogance.
Seeing a sumptuous bait, he couldn’t help but want to eat it.
Several of his partners tried to discourage him, warning him there might be an ambush.
But he wouldn’t listen.
He was adamant.