Soul Of Negary

Translator: La0o9  Editor: La0o9

Jason sighed and released the arrow without hesitation. Everyone had their own ideals and persistence.

Nala was unwilling to change her mind, so why should he be willing to do so? If Nala couldn’t even defeat him, then it would be useless for her to go to the Sacred Valley, if she could defeat him, then she would be qualified to go on.

The Dragonscale sword swung forward and cut the arrow in half. Nala jumped off her horse and slowly walked towards Jason. At the same time, she told her followers: “This is my battle. Just wait for my victory”

“No, this is our opportunity to show our worth, my Lord” Alkors admonished: “Although we do not wish for your Lordship to become the Torch, if your Lordship has determined yourself to do so, the only thing we should do is to support your Lordship with all our might”

“There is not much time left. The Lord’s pace shouldn’t be delayed, so I will deal with this person” Alkors dismounted, drew his sword, and stopped in front of Nala: “My Lord, please focus on going to the Sacred Valley”

“I understand” Nala looked at the firm face under Alkors’ helmet with a bright smile, jumped back on her horse and set off towards Sacred Valley: “May glory be with you!”

Holding his sword in hand, Alkors charged towards Jason and firmly declared: “I am a knight, I shall execute the will of my Lord and I shall emerge victoriously!”

Jason squinted his eyes, but his expression under the mask didn’t change. He raised his bow as red rays of light surged forth and infused themselves into the bow and arrow, a crimson streak of light then shot out towards the charging Alkors.

He didn’t want to waste time on these knights. What he should be doing right now is to prevent Nala from going to Sacred Valley. That red streak of light was the ability he gained from Sacred Valley, which he believed could deal with this knight.

Sacred Valley was famous for its methods of killing, but no matter what kind of injuries their members received outside, they could be healed as long as they returned to the Sacred Valley. This was because the Sacred Valley had the best method of healing on this entire continent in their possession: the Spring of Life.

The Spring of Life worked the same way that its name suggested, the water surging forth from the spring was life and vitality itself, and drinking this water allowed one to heal the majority of a person’s wounds and diseases.

The reason why the Sacred Valley’s assassins excelled at killing was because the bodies of every Sacred Valley assassin had been trained to its limit. If ordinary people without innate talent and reasonable means were to perform extreme exercises like they did, they would only break from overworking their body. But this problem was nonexistent for the Sacred Valley thanks to the Spring of Life.

In other words, as long as you had enough willpower and was willing to train hard, under the care of Spring of Life, anyone could reach the limit of their own body.

Apart from this, the Spring of Life also had another function. For example, Jason’s modification as a Blood Burner. Their hearts were modified to form a connection with Spring of Life, which allowed them to store a terrifying amount of life force. Blood Burners were able to utilize this excess life force to exert all sorts of incredible power.

Naturally, not everyone could take the Blood Burner modification. Even with a suitable physique and constitution, the success rate wasn’t high. Jason initially rejected the modification because he was afraid that the transformation would not succeed and he could not take his revenge.

But afterwards, when he fell to the verge of death and was transformed into an Undead by Smick with his cutlass that had been turned into a Ceremonial Blade, without Negary’s germs to supplement him, his body began to rot away little by little, forcing him to undergo this modification.

After his modification, Jason could burn the excess life force and inject it into his weapons, increasing the power of the attack and grant it the red aura of life, which had a restraining effect on certain entities.

“Don’t underestimate me!” Alkors’ mouth and nose were constantly maintaining rhythmic breathing, the sword in his hand shined with metallic luster and easily shattered the red streak of light shot by Jason. The bolt fell to the ground into small pieces that scorched the ground that they fell on.

“Before I fall, I will definitely not let you interfere with my Lord’s actions” Alkors raised his sword that once again gleamed with a metallic luster: “[School of Steel], Alkors Louis!”

Jason watched as Nala and the others galloped away on horseback, turned his head to face Alkors, and raised his bow once more. His hoarse voice seemed a lot more serious now: “Blood Burner, Jason Todd”

Jason nocked several arrows on his bow, the red rays of light circulated around his body and were injected into the arrows, swiftly turning them into red streaks of light that shot forward. Alkors wielded his sword to defend himself as he continued to move towards Jason.

The [School of Steel], one of the schools of [Respiratory Art], was characterized by its unbreakable defensive power. They would be your most reliable shield and support, as long as they did not die, they would continue to hold up the line of defence.

“These people with die-hard perseverance are the most unbearable of all, they are really hard to deal with” Jason sighed. He understood people like Alkors, once they had a goal, they would not give it up even at the cost of their lives, because he himself was such a person.

Alkors was able to accurately strike and break each streak of light, but as they shattered, they would turn into scattered fragments and hit his armour. The impact wasn’t strong, but they were extremely heated, causing even Alkors’ armour to glow red from the temperature.

His sweat turned into steam and spilled out from his armour, his skin was already burnt in several places, his hands became blistered from the heat of the sword and scratched by his grip on the sword, severely wounding it as he fought.

Alkors rushed in front of Jason, turned his sword sideways and attacked Jason with it. Since his goal was to stop Nala from going to her death, he wasn’t necessarily an enemy that must be killed, knocking him down was enough.

“Naive” Jason did not evade and instead threw his bow and arrow aside, grabbed Alkors’ sword with his bare hands. The red vitality around his body surged forward, infusing itself into Alkors’ sword. The intense heat flowed from the blade to the hilt of the sword, stimulating Alkors’ disfigured hands even further: “Drop your sword!”

“Never!” the knight ignored the burning smell of flesh coming from his hands and moved forward to headbutt Jason.

“Although your defence is strong, you can’t isolate heat. My ability perfectly counters yours. Stop your attack. If this goes on, your body will not be able to stand it!” Jason avoided Alkors’ headbutt without trouble.

Since other Blood Burners were afraid of ruining their bodies, they always maintained a certain temperature when burning their life force, but since Jason was an Undead, his limit was exceptionally high.

“To follow my Lord and fight to defend my Lord’s beliefs, only those with such glory are the knights!” Alkors’ metallic gleam shifted onto his body as he used all his strength to attack Jason: “I am a knight, and I am not afraid to die. May the glory of my Lord shine on me always!”

“You… there’s no helping it!” Jason gritted his teeth, his heart frantically beated as more life force surged forward and turned into red vitality. The air became warped, then abruptly burst.

Alkors’ body was sent flying and landed upside down. Jason dragged his slightly broken body to his opponent’s side and sighed: “Still breathing, but can’t be left without treatment”

“With such followers, Nala might just actually succeed” Jason said sadly as he looked towards the direction where Nala left.

It was just that, regardless of whether Nala failed or succeeded, wouldn’t death be the only thing welcoming her?