Chapter 991: Divine Eye (Part 1)
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The Lord of Glory was a true god, however, as humans went on campaigns to conquer planes and slaughter adherents, even invading the realms of the gods, most powerful gods fell one after another. The Lord of Glory was but a lesser god of grade-15.
The Magical Elent Tower that the grandmaster had crafted for Saleen had been a grade-16 equipnt even at the very beginning. The dinsion stones within the tower were all upgraded to grade-18 after it was modified by Gaine.
Regardless of how powerful a godly item of grade-15 was, in Van Gogh’s hand, it would have perford as grade-10 at most. Such was the limitations imposed by the rules. Any common person would have been able to go on a killing spree and fell powerful ones easily otherwise, and that would have been a joke in itself.
The competition between both sides had revolved completely around the strength of their respective equipnt. Van Gogh mastered quite a number of rules yet was still unable to break the crevices between the dinsion stones open. The Magical Elent Tower was crafted in a tricky manner. As the power of the grandmaster was not what it used to be, dinsion stones were used as connecting materials instead.
Even so, dinsion stones were still mysterious materials, and they were not sothing Van Gogh was able to break. While he was able to touch the rules, he had yet to be able to master them. The power of rules was only able to be manifested using the Lance of Order.
The levels of those rules proved inadequate to break the dinsion stones.
Even when Saleen used his water fla to craft the dinsion stones, he was only able to modify their external aesthetics; he was incapable of doing anything about the dinsional space within. Fycro’s equipnt would be directly upgraded to the status of godly items.
Rossen, the water puppet, touched the wound on his abdon, which was attempting to heal. Despite the fact Van Gogh went easy on him, the Lance of Order remained a true murderous weapon. If it had been wielded by a golden grand swordmaster instead, he would have been dead many tis over. The water puppet had yet to develop a soul. From the perspective of his nature, that bit of life force within it was inadequate to make him a true living being.
Such was the advantage of humanoid weapons—they were hard to kill.
“My liege, whatever you do, don’t let the ancient warriors fight. Their souls are weak, and Van Gogh’s prophecy spells are potent. They would make a nice target to ambush,” Nicholas reminded Saleen. He did not know that the Eternal Control shards were capable of providing protections to their souls.
“Really? What about the grand duke’s then?” Saleen did not elaborate to Nicholas. He only wanted to know if the iron blood warriors, which had once been ancient warriors like his, would share the sa weakness.
“The iron blood warriors...well, their souls are almost gone. My liege, souls are aningless in their case. What I fear is that he and I share the sa equipnt. His god’s grace was more powerful than my fallen divine spells. If he had sothing like the soul bead with him, he would have had at least one more chance to cast greater prophecy spells in full power.”
“Greater prophecy? Isn’t that a skill reserved only for the pope?”
“The ones from the tribunal wouldn’t care for such taboo. In life and death situations, Van Gogh would have even killed gods,” Nicholas explained.
“Just how terrifying is the greater prophecy spell are we talking about here?”
“My liege, you have a powerful soul, and that ans you will be simply killed off by such spells. Van Gogh’s level was similar to yours after all. Prophecy spells have always been unpredictable, and furthermore, he was a formidable fighter as well. The thing on his hand is probably a godly item from the black dungeon. If you end up being under the influence of his prophecy spell in battle...”
Saleen understood. Imposa lost the previous battle because of the lesser prophecy spell Nicholas had cast. Lesser prophecy spells were incapable of killing soone like Imposa, yet it created an opening that Saleen was able to exploit against him. It was precisely due to such an opening that he was able to defeat him.
In the battles between professionals, split seconds would be more than enough to determine the outco of a life and death battle.
“Rossen, co back,” Saleen sighed. It seed that the Eye of the Storm was not ant to be his. It was simply too dangerous. It would not have been that much of a problem if it was just Van Gogh himself. If the twelve high-level holy masters were to go all out, it would have put Nailisi in danger if she insisted on getting her hands on the monster.
Saleen felt unsatisfied just walking away empty-handed. He summoned Vinny and handed the miniaturized cannon to him, ordering the creature to wait on the fifteenth floor.
Rossen sniggered coldly outside the tower and said, “Since you’ve stabbed once, I’ll return the favor with an ice bomb!”
The water puppet conjured an ice bomb with a diater of two yards as he finished, which he sent flying in Van Gogh’s direction.
Van Gogh smirked and lashed out with his Lance of Order, hitting the ice bomb accurately. The water puppet took the opportunity to sneak back into the tower.
Saleen was able to tell that Van Gogh wanted his water puppet very badly. Saleen had wanted research how souls were born using the water puppet. If was able to observe the entire process, it would enable him to advance into grade-10 almost imdiately without having to accumulate experiences. The only limit to the growth rate of his magic chords laid with the depth of his knowledge; he had yet to be able to comprehend the true aning of souls.
Upon understanding that, Saleen summoned the water puppet ho and imdiately had him enter the Shenhe. If Van Gogh insisted on getting his hands on the water puppet, he would have to take on the tower.
No matter how powerful Van Gogh had beco, he remained incapable of doing anything against Saleen’s Magical Elent Tower. Even the divine baby had to spend a good amount of ti looking for openings to exploit when he was inside his tower.
Van Gogh had only realized that the water puppet returned to the tower when he broke the giant ice bomb, when the tower dived into the water.
“You want to run?” Van Gogh dived straight into the ocean from where he levitated. Those behind him followed him as they did not have a choice. Golden runes appeared on the armor of the warden leaders, activating their divine armor exasperatingly as they dived into the water.
Armors of such levels enabled the wearers to be subrged underwater, though the combat capacity of the armors was greatly reduced.
Van Gogh pursued Saleen underwater, having no fear whatsoever of his magic tower. It would have been a surprise indeed, if soone of his level, holding a godly item and equipped with powerful gear, feared a magic tower.
He was unfazed, but the holy masters who followed him were terrified. They feared for Van Gogh’s safety. If anything were to happen to him, they all would be executed. The wrath of the black dungeon was not sothing they were willing to experience.
It was due to such that all twelve black-robed high priests and the dozen warden leaders dived into the ocean with him. Nailisi charged out of the tower without even bothering to tell Saleen. She was going beneath the tower. She returned to her imp form under one-hundred yards, wagging her tail as she swam forward at full speed.
A barrier of transparent light naturally ford around Van Gogh as he dived into the water. He was a quick swimr and he noticed Nailisi who was swimming below, thinking that his opponents wanted to catch him in a pincer attack.
That was due to the fact the tower simply rested before him instead of running, opening a window in one of the floors.
Van Gogh saw a blindingly bright light soon after, and a hole with a diater of three yards was seen before him as the seawater was evaporated. Van Gogh and Saleen were both able to sense danger before it hit. His Lance of Order went on to form a huge solid holy prose with its long chains before him, before the cannon was even fired.
The cannon hit the lance without making a sound and the light of the spell dissipated. No harm was seen on the lance, yet the seawater rushed for the vacuum created by the cannon right after, creating violent clashing noises.
Cold sweat burst from Van Gogh’s body. If he had not been able to sense the incoming danger, the attack, which none of his equipnt was able to take head on, would have hit him squarely. That would have resulted in very severe injuries, even if he was able to survive the attack.
Magic cannons usually would not pose a threat to powerful figures. Even if the area of the attack had a diater of three yards or more, it would not be able to lock onto soone like Van Gogh. The location where Van Gogh had entered the water seed to have been calculated by soone within the tower. It seed that the cannon was fired as soon as he looked in the tower’s direction.
His initially astonishnt was quickly replaced with fury.
His divine spells had reached the pinnacle of grade-9 and were able to calculate after defending against the attack, that he was under the influence of a lesser prophecy spell. It was due precisely to that that he had stopped for a split second to look in the tower’s direction. The enemy had been coordinating impeccably to take advantage of that very split second to launch an attack.
“A lesser prophecy spell! That ant that there is a powerful fallen holy master onboard! That holy master is a cunning one, getting to stop for a split second instead of using it to kill outright. Such prophecy spells cause very little recoil indeed.”
Due to there being so fallen holy master capable of casting lesser prophecy spells onboard, it was only naturally for him to determine that he had to get his hands of those in the tower. He deed it absolutely necessary to kill whoever that was, regardless of how far he had to pursue them to do so.
Van Gogh took out a book from the badge on his chest soon after.
Golden holy scripts were written on the black cover of the book. He freed his right hand, letting the lance form a Holy Prose Shield in front of him capable of Absolute Defense, before opening the book.
“O’ Lord of Glory, my god, my father, I implore that you open that evil protection before with your wisdom!”
Divine arts were different from magic. While the arts possessed many powerful spells, casting required ti to chant. It was all dependent on how much of god’s grace a holy master had. Van Gogh was a favored one of his god, who received divine blessings as early as the age of twenty-four, allowing his body to be suspended at twenty-four years of age, and enabling his training in divine arts to be sped up with no worries of aging.
Van Gogh was the one who received the highest number of divine blessings among all those in the black dungeon. As he finished his short chant, a full golden holy prose erged from the book in his hand. The holy prose seed to be tangible, collapsing quickly after erging and compressing into a shining dot, which then flew into Van Gogh’s left eye.
Vinny continued firing away with the cannon. Saleen’s voice was heard deep within his soul saying, “Vinny, get back here!”
Vinny stopped his attacks imdiately. His continuous four shots were all fired at different angles and locations, yet the Holy Prose shield ford by the Lance of Order remained completely unscathed.
The golden dot dispersed imdiately as it got into Van Gogh’s left eye, forming a web-like structure, enveloping his eyeball. He was able to determine the loop holes on Saleen’s tower using the layer of golden webbing.
He was dumbfounded to find that, other than that window that had just been closed, all loopholes flowed around the tower. The material from which the tower was constructed from was nigh-indestructible. Even with the power bestowed to him by the true god, he was unable to find a single location where he could have landed a decisive hit on the tower.
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