Chapter 94: Chapter94-Spiritslayer Title
This church had been built several decades ago. Its walls were covered in withered vines, and the paint on its wooden doors had peeled away, making it look no different from an ordinary old residence.
But only a very small number of people knew that around this ruined church, several fully armed elite guard units lay hidden all year round.
In the center of the courtyard, an old man with white hair and a white beard was lying back on a reclining chair with his eyes closed, resting.
He wore a plain white robe. His figure was thin and withered, and the skin on his face hung loose and sagging. At first glance, he looked no different from an ordinary elderly man nearing the end of his life.
However, anyone with experience knew that this old man’s name in his youth had once caused enemy commanders to lose sleep at night.
He was Marshal Juke!
The only existence in the peaceful era who, despite his aged body, still held authority over land, sea, and air.
At the same time, he was also the true controller behind Fanatic Guild, one of the world’s top gaming guilds.
Isol quickly stepped forward and bowed respectfully.
"Marshal Juke."
The old man slowly opened his eyes. His cloudy gaze fell on Isol, and then he revealed a gentle smile.
"Isol? What brings you here to see this old man?"
Isol walked closer and lowered his voice, explaining everything about Outlander from beginning to end.
Finally, he asked, "Marshal, should we recruit this person or keep our distance from him? Please give me a clear answer."
Marshal Juke remained silent for a moment and did not respond directly.
He raised his head and looked toward the sky, then sighed softly.
"Isol, that game CREED is a Pandora’s box."
"It may look bright and glamorous, but once the things inside it fall onto Blue Star, this world will fall into complete chaos."
"You’re young. These are matters you should decide for yourself."
"If you think that person can be trusted, then pull him to your side. If you think there’s a problem, then stay far away from him."
"And even if you’re wrong, it doesn’t matter. Who hasn’t stumbled when they were young?"
"I only have one thing to say. Risk everything to become stronger."
"No matter what this world becomes in the future, only with a hard enough fist can you protect what you want to protect."
As the old man spoke, he waved his hand.
"Go."
"In the future, don’t always come asking me. I’m old now. I can’t manage things anymore."
"You young people should walk your own path."
Isol stood in place in silence for a long time.
In the end, he nodded heavily.
"I’ll remember that."
Marshal Juke watched his departing back, the corners of his lips curving upward.
"Perhaps Fanatic Guild can be handed over to this young man in the future."
...
Space Sever Mountain Range.
LoranBlade looked at the body of the Void Wraith Mage as it crumbled and dissipated, then turned to look at John again. A complicated expression appeared on her face.
Unlike John, she had gone to the quartermaster on her very first day in Axis City and used her accumulated Reputation to exchange for items.
She had heard that world announcement loud and clear just now!
A full 100,000 World Reputation.
At the quartermaster, 100,000 Reputation was enough to exchange for a decent piece of equipment.
Just as she was silently sighing in emotion, a sudden change occurred.
From the shattered remains of the Void Wraith Mage, a mass of dark-purple light condensed to the extreme suddenly erupted.
The light twisted and surged like a living creature. In a flash, it transformed into a spatial rift as thick as a thumb, silently crossing several yards and striking John’s chest with perfect accuracy.
Hiss!
[-923,314!]
A horrifying damage number floated above John’s head. In that instant, his HP was almost completely emptied.
LoranBlade’s face instantly turned deathly pale. Her figure flashed as she rushed to John’s side, her voice changing in panic.
"Are you okay?!"
John lowered his head and glanced at the spatial rift on his chest that was slowly healing, then shook his head.
"I’m fine."
"Fine?"
LoranBlade widened her eyes, her tone filled with disbelief.
"I clearly saw that hit deal almost a million damage just now!"
"And you’re telling me you’re fine? Just how much HP do you have?"
John did not answer. The corners of his lips merely curved into an unreadable smile.
That spatial rift had indeed been within his expectations.
In his previous life, he had once hunted many space-type undead in higher-level regions. Every high-level Void Wraith, upon complete annihilation, would condense its remaining Law power into a "Void Reversal," locking onto its killer and launching a fatal strike.
This attack contained pure spatial annihilation Law.
It could not be dodged.
It could not be blocked.
It could only be endured head-on.
John knew this very clearly, which was why he had stood in place from beginning to end without moving even half a step.
If it had been simple physical or magic damage, he would not have feared it with his current HP.
But spatial annihilation damage ignored conventional defense.
Fortunately, he had already prepared for it!
The [Beast God Domain] he had obtained in the Beast God Dungeon came with a passive protection effect.
When his HP dropped below 5%, it would forcibly trigger a domain shield that could block any form of single-instance fatal damage for two breaths.
The moment that spatial rift struck, his HP was instantly driven to the bottom, but the domain shield triggered at the same time, forcefully blocking the remaining corrosion from the annihilation Law.
If not for this life-saving method, he probably would have truly needed to use the Nirvana Rebirth effect of Phoenix Blood.
Drip!
At that moment, LoranBlade’s sharp eyes noticed that John’s HP had begun to fall slowly and strangely again.
Although the spatial rift had been blocked by the shield, a trace of shattered annihilation aftershock still remained inside his body, continuously corroding his vitality.
"Damn it, your HP is still dropping!"
LoranBlade suddenly rummaged through her backpack and took out a potion glowing with a faint golden light. Without another word, she shoved it into John’s hand.
"This is a Sacred Healing Potion I exchanged from the quartermaster earlier. One sip instantly restores 30% HP. Hurry!"
John accepted the potion and lowered his head to glance at it. His heart stirred slightly.
Sacred Healing Potion.
Even in the late stage of the game, this item was considered an absolute top-tier consumable.
Restoring 30% HP in one sip was enough to reverse the tide of battle at a critical moment.
For LoranBlade to obtain one at this stage, she had clearly spent quite a lot of Reputation.
He did not refuse and raised his head to drink it down.
A warm current surged from his throat into his limbs and bones. The lingering annihilation aftershock was rapidly washed away by the medicinal power, and his nearly emptied HP rose by a large amount in the blink of an eye.
"Thanks."
John handed the empty bottle back.
LoranBlade waved her hand. Her gaze then returned to the pile of shattered dark-purple remains, and she suddenly frowned.
"That treasure chest... is still there."
John followed her line of sight.
The gray-black ancient chest was lying quietly at the base of the great tree, its lid tilted to one side.
The inner walls of the chest were densely covered in complex sealing patterns, which were now slowly dimming along with the annihilation of the Void Wraith Mage.
At the bottom of the chest, five clusters of faint light of varying shades could be seen.
John stepped forward, bent down, and reached inside.
[You have obtained S-Rank Spatial Robe x1!]
[You have obtained S-Rank Spatial Leggings x1!]
[You have obtained S-Rank Spatial Boots x1!]
[You have obtained Sealstone Fragment x1!]
[You have obtained gold coin +5,000!]
