Chapter 351 Another Reward
Vale continued his path through the Labyrinth of the Dead.
He navigated through the next hidden chamber and this time, he encountered a group of Gusher Zombies.
With precision and care, he used his Ghost Hands to extract their Energy points and Memory Fragments that held their mundane daily lives.
Vale couldn't help but sigh after getting their fragmented memories.
It was a bittersweet reminder that these creatures were once human, finding happiness in memories now lost to them.
With another batch of extractions completed, Vale turned his attention to the reward within the third chamber—a scroll containing another Forbidden Dark Spell known as "True Demonic Flame."
However, as he unrolled the scroll, he noticed that a significant portion of the Spell Model was missing, similar to the Dark Eyes Sacrifice a while ago.
It was a pity since this True Demonic Flame wasn't in his Forbidden Practice of the Unlighted Book.
Although disappointed, Vale carefully kept the scroll in his inner pocket.
'Should I even learn this if I get the complete Spell Model?' Vale thought to himself.
'I guess I should remove some of my pathetic spells later on…'
Anyway, Vale decided to stop his exploration for now to take a rest.
He needed to wait for the cooldowns of his Spells, especially his He had some Spell Models in him that weren't really useful most of the time, so he might consider removing them if he found a decent replacement.
Anyway, Vale decided to stop his exploration for now to take a rest.
He needed to wait for the cooldowns of his Spells, especially his Arcane Armor Spell, which has the longest cooldown as of the moment.
After about half an hour of rest, Vale continued on his path.
As he delved deeper into the first floor or the Labyrinth of the Dead, he encountered a strange hidden chamber that emanated an ominous aura. The air grew heavy with darkness, and the flickering torch in his hand cast eerie shadows on the chamber walls.
Nevertheless, Vale bravely entered the place as he Activated his Arcane Armor.
Suddenly, emerging from the shadows, a towering figure clad in black armor and wielding a wicked-looking sword stepped forward.
Growl~
It was the Death Knight!
According to the Professors, this was the fearsome boss of the first floor.
He had to defeat this being, so the hidden path to the second floor could open.
'So I missed three or four hidden chambers?' Vale thought to himself since, according to the Professors, the first floor had six or seven hidden chambers before encountering the Death Knights…
He was sure that the Professors weren't lying, so perhaps, he dids something unusual that made him immediately encounter the Boss' Room!
'Was it due to my Extractions?' Vale silently thought as he recalled how the Zombies no longer spawned back after Extracting them.
Anyway, Vale looked at his enemy this time.
The Death Knight's crimson eyes glowed with a malevolent energy, and its presence sent a chill down Vale's spine.
Although Vale was confident he could win, he couldn't help but shudder at the thick, murderous intent being thrown at him.
'This Death Knight seems strong but…'
Vale swiftly assessed his options. He remembered the Holy Water he had created through his Blessed Healing Spell.
This sacred substance held healing abilities, but according to what he read, it also has the power to weaken the undead and purify their dark essence. It was a good time to use this item and subdue the Death Knight and extract its energy.
Summoning his courage, Vale took a vial of the Holy Water from his pack and uncorked it. The liquid shimmered with a soft, radiant glow, providing a stark contrast to the darkness that surrounded them.
He knew that the Death Knight's unholy nature would be vulnerable to its purifying effects, so he was quite confident on how this battle would end.
As soon as the Death Knight charged, Vale didn't hesitate and splashed the Holy Water onto the undead, causing it to recoil in pain… That was how it looked, though he wasn't sure if it could even feel pain.
The once formidable figure now seemed weakened, its armor corroded, and its movements slowed.
"One more…" Vale thought as he splashed another bottle.
The Holy Water had disrupted the dark magic that fueled the Death Knight's power, creating an opening for Vale to subdue it and extract it.
[ Extraction Successful. Energy +4 ]
[ Extraction Successful. Memory Fragment. ]
Vale accepted the Memory Fragment as the Death Knight crumbled into ashes, and soon, memories of battles, training, and the art of swordsmanship filled his mind.
Amidst the chaotic jumble of memories, he found an interesting memory—an image of a middle-aged man gracefully wielding a sword with precision and skill.
The technique was known as "Shadowblade Dance," a fluid and deadly style that emphasized swift movements and precise strikes. Then, as if his system could also tell how valuable it was, the Shadowblade Dance was etched into his body and soul!
He could feel that the Sword Technique was slowly being ingrained into his body and mind.
Excitement welled up within Vale as he realized the potential of this newfound skill.
It was a Sword Technique and not a Spell that requires a Spell Light and Spell Model to learn!
He knew that his journey through the Labyrinth of the Dead would be fraught with peril, and having the Shadowblade Dance technique at his disposal could prove invaluable.
"Whew~"
Taking a moment to focus his thoughts, Vale carefully recalled the technique to hasten the adjustments.
With each passing second, the Shadowblade Dance technique became clearer in his mind, and his body instinctively adjusted to accommodate its nuances.
As the knowledge settled in his mind, he summoned the Stormbringer from his body.
This Divine Sword was too strong, so he suppressed it to look like a normal sword.
With the essence of the Death Knight's Shadowblade Dance technique pulsing through his veins, Vale felt a surge of anticipation.
He knew that to truly master this newfound skill, he had to immerse himself in practice and become one with the rhythm of the sword dance.
After finding a spot within the Boss' Room, Vale drew his sword, its blade glinting in the dim light.
He took a deep breath before he began to move according to his memories.
The Shadowblade Dance was a complex and intricate style, requiring a delicate balance of speed, agility, and technique.
Soon, Vale's body responded to the memory fragment he had extracted, as if the movements were ingrained in his very being.
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