Chapter 1343: Chapter 411: Disaster Object [The Prophet Falla’s Pen of Cause and Effect]_3 Chapter 1343: Chapter 411: Disaster Object [The Prophet Falla’s Pen of Cause and Effect]_3 “Did that resurrection secret skill just now cost life spans?”
Leonard Churchill suddenly realized it in his heart.
It seed that, like his “Curse of Immortality” with limitless healing, such resurrection capabilities had huge costs.
Unfortunately, if it were about competing life spans, Leonard felt he would not lose.
He figured such curse skills couldn’t be used a second ti in a short period, and he wouldn’t give his opponent a chance to perform it again either.
Just as he regained his senses, a step resonated in the air, and Leonard had disappeared from the spot.
Now was the opponent’s gap between predictions and curse skills, presenting the best opportunity.
The blind old man sensed Leonard charging towards him, and his expression grew quite ugly, but he had no choice but to respond.
Behind him, the Demon God’s Phantom appeared, and he pulled out a card: “Domain: Spiritual Perception!”
Once the domain was spread, it seed like nothing had happened.
Leonard had previously been curious about what domain the old man had comprehended, but looking at the situation, he roughly understood now.
There were no anomalies, which ans the domain was neither offensive nor defensive, but most likely amplified himself.
As thoughts flashed through his mind, Leonard would not give his enemy the chance to gather any curse skills, vaulting forward a hundred ters with another punch.
A miraculous scene unfolded again.
Although Leonard’s tier was lower than his opponent’s, he didn’t think a Prophet could avoid a Close Combat Card Master’s face-to-face brawl.
Yet, the old man managed it.
As Leonard punched, it was as if the guy suddenly “saw” it, miraculously dodging with a strange movent that left an afterimage.
This caused the fist to miss, hitting only the void.
“Eh?”
After the punch, Leonard felt sothing was very wrong.
It was as if, although targeting directly at the heart, each bullet always hit the outer edges, avoiding the lethal spot.
Although the gravitational waves still injured the opponent, they were not enough to kill him outright.
“Bang,” “Bang,” “Bang”…
Leonard threw dozens of punches in succession, as dense as a torrential downpour.
However, to his surprise, this guy dodged every single critical blow.
It wasn’t by following the punches with his body’s reflexes but that miraculous precognitive ability.
It was an unconscious bodily maneuver that allowed his body to reflexively avoid the fatal blows incoming.
It was like “precognition.”
But a single instance of precognition was one thing; this guy managed to predict every ti.
After dozens of punches, Leonard also discerned sothing and pondered, “Does this domain enhance the perception of death threats? Impressive…”
It felt like a new continent had been discovered.
This sensation was a bit like what Barre Shepherd had taught him before—the “intention” condensed to the utmost, the body would have an instinctive reaction to crises.
Avoiding lethal attacks didn’t even need to go through the brain but could make the body react defensively instantly.
It was only because the old man’s body was frail that each punch hit him.
If a close-combat card master had mastered this ability, Leonard’s punches might not have hit the target at all.
“What an impressive domain…”
Although an enemy, Leonard couldn’t help but feel intrigued by such a domain.
But ti was of the essence.
He knew if he delayed further and the enemy’s predictive abilities were ready, the situation could take an unexpected turn.
Leonard didn’t hold back any longer and suddenly unleashed a punch with all his might, again breaking the void into web-like fragnts.
With a “thud.”
The blind old man exploded into a cloud of blood mist.
“Not good!”
But instantly, Leonard felt no relief but instead perceived a suffocating sense of death descending, and he quickly retreated a great distance.
On closer inspection, the pieces from the corpse were reversing, reassembling into the blind old man.
This ti, however, the old man appeared even more aged than before, like a fla flickering in the wind, his aura unable to stabilize.
It looked like that resurrection had depleted the little life he had left,
Yet even so, a resolute light erged in those pale eyes as if determined to exhaust his last breath to kill the enemy before him.
Leonard, too, felt a chill running down his spine.
This was the mont, since the battle began, that he felt death was closest to him.
He had used up all his thods, and he was well aware that if the old man opposite him were to cast another curse like before, it would indeed be a fatal blow.
However, despite the danger, you couldn’t see a trace of fear or dread on Leonard Churchill’s face, only a grin as he faced everything that was about to co.
Being a seventh-rank prophet, having the fortune to battle this kind of enemy to the point where all thods were exhausted was already very exhilarating.
It was a battle of life and death based purely on one’s abilities.
Since he chose to fight, he had obviously prepared himself to be killed by soone.
Even Tracy Garcia, who was not far away, sensed sothing, her expression changing slightly as she thought about making a move.
However, just as this death crisis escalated sharply, it hadn’t yet reached its peak when it suddenly vanished into thin air.
From a distance, the blind old man raised his hand about to release the curse card he held, but froze in mid-air. A mouthful of black blood spurted out, and he died instantly on the spot.
Seeing this, Leonard Churchill realized that the old man’s life had co to an end.
Whether it was curses or prophecies, the recoil on the body was unimaginable to ordinary people.
The fierce battle just now, using prophecy and “resurrecting” twice, had exhausted the old blind man’s vitality.
As Leonard Churchill saw this and breathed a sigh of relief, he also felt a slight regret, “It’s a pity he couldn’t hold on till the end…”
It seed like he had forced the old man to his death, but to be truthful, the blind man died at the hands of fate.
If the enemy’s life had been sufficient, the outco of this battle was indeed uncertain.
…
The blind old man died brutally on the spot.
This ti, there was no “resurrection.”
It was only then that Leonard Churchill clearly saw that a goose quill pen slowly fell from his hand.
Seeing this from a distance, Tracy Garcia also murmured, “So it was that relic… He had foreseen his own death and used the relic to rewrite the tragedy that was sure to happen.”
This revelation shed light on the effect of that relic.
Leonard Churchill also gleaned so information from this enlightennt.
[Prophet Vara’s Pen of Cause and Effect]
Description: An ancient relic of epic quality; exclusively for prophet sequence, capable of modifying the future events that are destined to happen to oneself; using this relic requires mastering the Law of Destiny, and it consus a vast amount of life.
“Disaster Object?”
Leonard Churchill looked at the tier of the goose quill pen, not too surprised.
The item that had resurrected the old man twice surely must have been of an extrely high quality.
Yet, as he looked at the effects of the pen, he once again marveled at the power of the Law of Destiny.
To be able to modify the foreseen future?
Life and death battles have always been the most rapid and effective ways to enhance understanding.
Killing this prophet seed to settle everything.
In the mont of relaxation, Leonard Churchill felt as if he had touched so profound secrets of the universe, vaguely comprehending sothing.
The abilities of a prophet, in fact, shared many commonalities with “I Am the World.”
Fate is like the patterns of the universe’s operation: past, present, future… Prophecy uses mystical forces to peer into those patterns;
whereas I Am the World, uses logic to infer the deep origins of the universe’s mysteries.
But at that mont, Leonard Churchill witnessed firsthand soone using [Prophet Vara’s Pen of Cause and Effect] to alter their personal destiny, giving him a strange feeling…
As if this world was like a huge storybook.
With all characters inside, including Leonard Churchill himself, standing at a high enough vantage point, it seed there was so pen that could alter one’s destiny.
Or perhaps, the act of altering fate itself was a part of one’s own destiny?
Leonard Churchill fell into a strange state of epiphany.
Countless thoughts in his mind collided rapidly, sparking brilliant flashes of inspiration.
However, before he could think further, Tracy Garcia noticed sothing and cautioned, “Soone’s coming!”
Upon hearing this, Leonard Churchill imdiately snapped back to reality. Without hesitation, he placed the body into an oil painting, then flashing forward, grabbed Bun-Haired Miss and said urgently, “We need to leave here now!”
Having observed the pursuit team just before, he had guessed that there might be a large troop from the Southern Continent nearby.
And they were bound to be strong.
Before figuring out the situation, it wasn’t the ti to engage directly.
Tracy Garcia didn’t understand the situation, but she had absolute trust in Leonard Churchill, nodded and responded, “Okay!”
Saying this, Leonard Churchill led Bun-Haired Miss, completely ignoring the two seventh-order dragonkin doggedly pursuing them, and sprinted through the void.
They soon vanished into the endless void.
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