Throne of Magical Arcana

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

Looking around, Lucien saw himself in a round hall with circles of seats like an enlarged Parliament of Nobles. In fact, this place was as big as half of a city. The dome glistened in the pale light, making the cold, black bricks give out creepy colors.

According to the changes of coordinates, Lucien roughly figured out where he was and where the two exits were: To his left, there was a path towards outside, and it would go through the palace that Lich King and the five saints were in; while to his right, the path went deeper, which should be the one leading to Furnace of Souls.

There was no doubt that Lucien would choose to go back. He hoped that he could run into Douglas or Fernando so that he could be safe; and if he wasn’t that lucky, he could still leave this place.

After Saint Ivan and the rest of the four saints “resuscitated”, the situation had been completely turned around and it was now hundreds of times more dangerous than they thought. Douglas and Fernando might, in their poorest luck, be severely injured, they would at least stay alive. However, for Lucien, Klaus, and Erica, it would be a completely different story. If they got lucky, they would be sealed like Sphinx, and in that case the congress might still be able to save them in the future, but it they were not that lucky, they would be forever gone and only be memorized by history.

Lucien realized that this was the hidden danger in Bergner’s prophecy, as he was casting layers of defense magic spells on himself. He warned himself that when the live-or-dead moment came, he should blow himself and destroy all the five legendary items immediately without any hesitation. He had his appendix at home for resurrection anyways!

Under the protection of Elemental Skin, Mental Barrier, and a series of spells, Lucien pushed open the gate on the left. Instantly, the sad and shrill cries went off.

Any existences that could make noise in the World of Souls were without doubt of legendary level!

There were at least seven around! In the distance, there were even more!

Outside of the palace there were ghouls, spectres, mummies, skeleton dragons, and dragon liches like waves rushing in from all directions. They covered the sky, the corridors and paths, lakes and gardens, and among them there were seven extremely strong and intimidating auras.

In the palace in the distance, the roarings and cries were echoing, as if the horrible dead were having their new year concert.

Seeing this, Lucien felt his blood freeze. Although he was not at all close to them, he was still shocked.

Lucien wondered if he could use Advanced Time Stop so he could seize the chance to go through this area. However, he realized that the range of the spell was not wide enough to cover the entire place.

For the first time, Lucien hated that the bloody temple was this spacious! He wished that all the legendary dead could have gathered together, but now there was no chance for him to freeze them at once. Even with the Moon Timer, Lucien could only cast it three times in succession, but that was still not enough.

Those dead creatures had no wisdom. Lucien was not afraid of them one-on-one, one-on-two, or even one-on-five. However, now the quantitative change had led to qualitative change, not to mention that there might be even primordial mummies and servants of Death hiding.

Then what about fighting using guerrilla tactics? Lucien believed that this place was big enough.

At this time, however, Lucien recalled Bergner’s words, “Remember, if you encounter great danger, don’t hurry to retreat, and you will only see hope if you press forward.”

Following his instinct from his Host Star of Destiny and Astrology power, Lucien soon made up his mind. Facing the spectre waves, Lucien adjusted his monocle with his left hand and then reached out his right hand,

“Atomic Fission!”

Meanwhile, Lucien cast Hand of Uncertainties using his soul power!

BOOM!

A huge fireball exploded in the waves of the spectres. The horrible blasts spread out fiercely and off white mushroom cloud intertwined with flames soared.

Hooooooo! Countless bitter cries suddenly stopped. The scene was like a harvested wheat field, or a huge swirl suddenly emerged in an ocean : A good number of spectres were instantly removed, and there was no way that the vacancy left could be filled in within a short period of time.

The roaring from the seven legendary creatures had also been reduced! Two of them had been vaporized!

The earth was booming and shaking, and the blasts and radiation had reached Lucien. But since he was in the air far away from the explosion, and with all the defense spells he had, he was basically not hurt at all.

The combination of the two spells worked definitely very well. The only pity was that the seven legendary creatures were too far away from each other, so this one single strike only killed two of them. Lucien wished that he could cast the combo several times in a row to send all of the spectres back to hell, but obviously that was not going to happen.

Lucien then dived into the air as fast as he could for the gate on the right side of the temple.

When he was flying, Lucien thought to himself that Eternal Blaze would for sure work even better here since spectres were so afraid of daylight.

Entering the gate on the right side, Lucien found an intact path leading to an old, simply-decorated hall. This place looked like a fane, whose dome was supported by the thick, black stone pillars.

There was no time for Lucien to appreciate the design, as he still needed to disperse the spectres waves after him. Therefore, he started dashing along the only corridor in front of him.

The corridor seemed to be endless. Totally different from those places that Lucien went through earlier, the corridor was free of any spectres. The entire space was so quiet and cold as if everything froze here.

Lucien cast Advanced Fly and Advanced Speed at the same time. To avoid those tricky magic traps, sometimes he jumped up and flew in the air, sometimes he bent and kept down to the floor.

Then Lucien heard the giggle.

The giggle lingered in the empty corridor, and the creepy voice would easily make anyone without protection feel dizzy and horrified. But Lucien had Mental Barrier.

Giggling. Clapping.

The voice was laughing at how Lucien was running for his life.

Lucien’s eyes reflected his Host Star of Destiny, and the crystal ball in his left hand became very dark. Suddenly, a flash of starlight lit up and pointed at one of the black walls.

Ninth circle unique spell, Maskelyne’s Tracking!

Giggling. Giggling.

The voice slowly came out from the black wall. As if it was alive, it was wriggling on the floor, preventing Lucien from moving forward.

The darkness faded, and the wall had turned into a disgusting creature. It was a pile of rotten flesh, in the color of dark grey. The flesh consisted of countless half-rotten arms. In the middle of each palm of the arms, there was a brownish-yellow eyeball. The hands were those which clapped, and the eyeballs were those which giggled.

Hundred-eye Ghost! Lucien instantly recognized this legendary spectre, as well as its power and how it fought.

Those disgusting, thickly-dotted eyeballs could make its enemies feel desperate and numb.

The giggling and clapping was its language, a language of chaos, powerful enough to dizzy the target and directly influence the target’s mind!

Also, this disgusting pile of flesh did have wisdom, the giggling and clapping were showing that it was being sarcastic.

The hundreds of arms extended and came fiercely at Lucien. Meanwhile, the eyeballs had lit up, ready to shoot out different colors of rays.

What was worse, the terrifying roarings were also approaching from behind!

Lucien looked down for a moment and grabbed a fancy silver pocket watch out of his pouch. Then he pressed the small button.

Click.

The hundred-eye ghost’s movement suddenly became very stiff. The disgusting arms were now wriggling forward as slow as a snail.

Lucien then cast a series of Cracking (Advanced). Meanwhile, the second hand ticked a couple of times, and a few spells were cast instantly.

Lucien’s muscles started bulging, making the double-breasted suit rather tight. His skin had turned fair, and his black eyes were shining moonlight.

His both hands held the silver-grey sword tight. The blade reflected sharp light.

The solidified grey and white started melting and running again, and the black came back. The hundred arms missed their target, and the colorful rays also only hit the floor. Part of the floor had been melted.

Meanwhile, it burst out colorful lights, red, yellow, white, purple… Then, after a sliver flash. The pile of flesh completely stopped moving.

The hundred-eye ghost suddenly split into two and collapsed to the ground. Like it was being torn down by some invisible hands in the air, it was further split into even smaller chunks.

Within a second, Lucien had killed a level-one legendary spectre creature.

Although Lucien did not have the same power compared to that of Mr. Douglas, as he had quite a few legendary items, he was for sure “wealthy” in this way. Therefore, Lucien could fight in a tycoon style.

Such a legendary spectre must have turned the most powerful part of its body into a legendary item, which would not be destroyed by the Sword of Truth.

Among the chunks of white-grey flesh, Lucien found an intact yellow eyeball. It was as big as Lucien’s hand, and it was shining the creepy color.

Lucien could use the eyeball as a good material.

Putting it aside, he then flew towards the other end of the corridor.

After a while, Lucien could finally see the grey gate in front of him.

Hooooooo!

The horrible roaring came from behind the black wall. A second later, a dark-yellow arm wrapped in bandages had directly gone through the bricks to grab Lucien.

The fingers of Lucien’s right hand quickly stroke the pocket watch and the elapse of time instantly slowed down. The moment when the arm paused, Lucien had cast Short Distance Teleportation.

Bang! The black wall fell completely, and the tall, dark-yellow figure wearing the gold crown stumbled out.

Primordial Mummy?