Throne of Magical Arcana

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

The spear that Primous turned into was blocked by Pale Justice. Sensing the power that was equal to legendary for a Demon Lord, he stepped back. With his festered body, he narrowed his eyes and looked at Natasha who was standing unsteadily, before he declared, one word after another, “Your bloodline has mutated? The more heavily wounded you are, the stronger you will be?”

Natasha did not say anything else but stayed before Lucien holding her longsword. It appeared that her bloodline ability had been suppressed by Primous’ poison, too, which discharged her newly-received strength incessantly. So, she was unable to attack but could only focus on defense first.

Since the wound on her abdomen that was corrupted by the poison couldn’t be healed, the huge blood loss also added to the weakness of her body.

Primous raised his voice, sounding hysterical and brutal. “Magic Trigger, stimulation-induced defense of magic items, and bloodline ability mutation. Can you two just let me kill you? This is too disgusting. What’s the use of your resistance? You would still be killed by me eventually, won’t you? Wouldn’t it be better to save our time?”

Lucien was like a man who drank three bottles of Reis. His brain was too sluggish for him to come up with any solution, much less performing magic. He could only vaguely sense that the power of force was gathering around his neck through his blood and spreading to his brain. Also, the power of the curse had begun to affect his body functions. Except for his left hand, the rest of his body parts were losing strength.

“No, I have to find a way to get rid of this ‘intoxication’, or we’ll be dead for sure!”

“I cannot wait for reinforcements without trying to save myself, or there’s a 99.99% chance that I will die before the reinforcements arrive.”

“Natasha is in great danger!”

Messy ideas popped up in Lucien’s head. He waved his hands helplessly, trying to cling to an inspiration to get him out of trouble.

Primous took out two daggers, which were covered in dark green, decaying liquids that dropped on the ground once and while, darkening and corrupting a whole area.

“You will be punished for your lack of cooperation!” Primous shouted in fury. Then, he launched a storm of attacks at a speed that Lucien could not capture. The area was gradually contaminated by wriggling black, green and yellowish colors. Everybody entering the area would be suppressed by curses, poisons and diseases.

It was the semi-illusory willpower frontier that belonged to a level-nine gold knight.

Fearing ‘Pale Justice’ in Natasha’s hands, Primous did not start a head-on battle. Instead, with the suppression of speed and willpower frontier, he searched for the flaw in Natasha’s sword art and left wounds on her body with the daggers now and then.

While Natasha had the blood power of getting stronger as the wounds grew heavier, she was far weaker than Primous in the first place, and she was affected by the ‘Helpless Kiss’. It was not bad that she could carry out one third of her abilities. Therefore, she could not keep up with Primous at all but could only defend herself with her longsword.

It was good for the first ten seconds. With the flawless defense and Pale Justice’s suppression of evil and devils, Natasha managed to resist the attack of the Poisonous Devil. However, as time went by, the effect of ‘Helpless Kiss’ was more and more obvious. She gradually ran out of her strength, and many flaws appeared in her sword art. Primous took the opportunity to cut her hunting suit, break her skin and leave astounding wounds on her body.

By the stimulation of the wounds, Natasha recovered part of her strength, but her breathing was heavier and heavier. She was like a tightened bow that might be broken at any moment.

Suddenly, Primous circumvented Pale Justice and approached her with his back against her. Then, he knocked her chest with his right elbow.

Crack, crack, crack. The noise of ribs being broken echoed. Natasha vomited red, silver blood. She only had the time to block Primous’ upcoming attack, before she was blown backwards into the wall next to Lucien.

After a bam, the wall of the secret chamber covered in the divine power circle was almost broken.

Fearing that he might be hit by the legendary longsword that obviously suppressed devilish bloodlines, Primous did not finish the enemy immediately after he hit them like before but considered his own safety the top priority. He tried not to be touched by Pale Justice. Had it been otherwise, Natasha would’ve been killed by him.

“You can’t stand up again, can you?” Primous shouted excited and bloodthirsty, but then he roared again, “Why—Why are you still standing? Just lie down and let me kill you!”

Lucien watched Natasha struggle to get back on her feet. Her blood, mixed with sweat, dripped on the ground, and her body was full of decaying wounds, but still, she raised her longsword determinedly in a gesture of protection.

“You shall not pass until I die.”

Because of the heavy wounds, Natasha did not sound as weak as before, but her actual weakness was not changed at all.

Lucien loathed his helplessness at this moment. Now that he could not use the spiritual power, he was only half a grand knight at most, and he could not participate in a higher-level battle at all.

“I have to get rid of the dilemma!”

“I have to restore the spiritual power!”

“In order to restore spiritual power, I’ll have to lift the curse.”

“How can I lift the curse?”

His head filled with blood, Lucien thought slowly, sensing the power of the curse surging into his head from his neck.

“I announced that you are what I hate most instead of sorcerers! Your mutated blood power is too disgusting!” Primous was more than infuriated, but it did not affect his capability at all but only made him more bloodthirsty and crazy.

His fury and his chaotic blood powers did not make Primous lose his basic judgment. He still attacked stormily with his speed and agility, taking advantage that Natasha had to protect Lucien and that she was short of strength or alacrity.

When the red blood dripped to the ground, Lucien felt he heard the countdown of Natasha’s life. He was grasped by desperation and self-loathing.

However, for Lucien, what came with such desperation was not surrender but stubbornness that was like a conditional reflex. The spirit of not giving in had been melted into his soul ever since he played ‘Symphony of Fate’.

Anxiety, desperation, self-loathing and all the other feelings were gone. Even though Lucien’s head was still numb and sluggish due to ‘intoxication’, it had regained part of his thinking abilities after the negative emotions were gone.

“The power of curse affects the body and the soul by affecting the brain…”

“After it is melted by the body, it will have incessant support. Then, it will enter my head with my neck as the bridge… My spiritual power will be crushed sooner or later before I enter a ‘drunk dream’… Perhaps that’s why Primous said that the longer it was delayed, the better the effect would be…”

Struggling to analyze the procedure of the curse, Lucien found no way to resolve it, because lifting the curse required magic, and he could not perform magic now that he was suppressed by the curse. So, he was in a predicament.

“Is there any other way?” Lucien reviewed his body and realized that only his left hand still had strength.

“Left hand?”

“It is not affected by the curse!”

Lucien’s pupils suddenly widened!

At this moment, Natasha was blown into the wall by Primous in a huge noise again, but the soundproof chamber that was defended by divine power circles made the nobles outside hear nothing.

Sliding from the wall, Natasha held the ground with her left hand and tried to get back on her feet, but her wrist lost strength, and she fell again helplessly.

But Natasha did not give up. She still tried, even though Primous had already walked closer. She did not give up her persistence. If she was going to die either way, she might as well try one more time before her eyes were really closed!

“Wow, get back on your feet! Why don’t you get back on your feet! Let’s see if you can get back on your feet again!” Primous shouted passionately like a lunatic, mocking Natasha’s helpless struggle.

Then, he turned around and looked at Lucien, bowing with his left hand on his chest. “You two can go to hell now!”

After that, he grabbed the two daggers and pierced them at Lucien’s and Natasha’s heads respectively.

Lucien raised his shivering left hand, but the dagger was right before him. Everything seemed to have come to an end.

At this moment, Natasha’s shadow appeared before Lucien again. The wounds on her body were so devastating, and her feet were so unsteady, but some sort of mental power seemed to get her back on her feet again and allowed her to block Primous’ daggers with Pale Justice.

Natasha’s tied purple long hair had been blown apart. It dispersed behind her like waves, covering her bloodstained face and making it impossible to see her eyes.

The picture left a deep impression on Lucien, but he did not have the time to think about so many things. He simply clenched his left hand.

Primous roared in exasperation, “You can still stand!”

“I will not fall until I am shattered!” Natasha seemed to be shouting with her soul, but her strength had faded so much that even her mutated blood power could not make up for it. Pale Justice was gradually dangling down.

At this moment, Primous’ eyes were widened, as he saw Lucien opening his left hand and stabbing it into his own neck behind Natasha. His blood spurted out and sprayed on Natasha’s back.

“Is he killing himself?”

The unimaginable, nervous pain almost made Lucien writhe on the ground, but thankfully, he did not have any strength for that.

Holding back the pain, and not pursuing accuracy, Lucien closed his left hand and moved it as if it were trying to twist something. The power of curse which was flooding into his brain vanished the moment it ran into the Silver Moon and the mysterious existence of the World of Souls.

‘Helpless Kiss’ was level nine by itself, but the poison had already been offset. Naturally, the remaining power of the curse could not resist the Left Hand of God at all!

Black air surged out of Lucien’s neck like a snake, dispersing into the air.

His central nerves broken, Lucien could not sense any of his body parts below the head right now, but for a sorcerer, as long as the brain and the soul were still there, everything was there!

His spiritual power surged like the tornado on the ocean. The power of the curse, losing the backup, was soon pressed into a corner and about to be crumbled.

“Something is wrong with his left hand!”

Primous grew wary when he saw the black air gone. Not having the time to finish Natasha, he tried to settle the troublesome sorcerer first.

However, he was not too bothered by it, either. A sorcerer only in the sixth or seventh circle was not necessarily capable of breaking his semi-illusory willpower frontier!

But at his moment, he saw Lucien taking out his left hand and speaking in an obscure accent that did not sound like a human being at all: “Spirit Confinement!”