Chapter 757: Vol V Chapter 117
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Leon was quite seriously injured. Just to restore his ability of movent, he needed a full four to five days of cultivation.
The injuries on his body were not serious. It was rely the shattering of his internal organs due to impact when a magical anti-phasing of his spell occurred. Such injuries could almost be fatal to ordinary people, but to him, this was nothing. Leon was a master at the legendary peak. For those who had reached this level, their bodies would have undergone a certain degree of sanctification. This would an that even if there were missing arms or broken legs, they could grow back or repair these limbs again, much less a re internal injury. For Leon, the true cause of such a serious injury was the impact of the shock dealt to his soul. It was an extrely violent concussion.
Casting a spell to travel back in ti was extrely dangerous. During the process of spellcasting, his entire being would be in a completely defenseless state. Even the tenacity to protect his body would be temporarily invalidated. At this point in ti, even an ordinary strong man with a big club in his hands could possibly give Leon so serious injuries. So to ensure his safety, he took refuge in the quiet room of the temple of the Church of the Void Mask in Garth City. This would allow him to cast his magic without giving anyone the chance to plot against him.
But it had never occurred to him that the target whom which he had cast a spell to spy upon, was a master who could traverse the barriers of ti and sense the “future” while being in the “past!”
Not only that, that master could even traverse ti to attack him, who was positioned in the “future!”
Such an ability was definitely not what he expected to see from a master at the advanced legendary or legendary peak. This was truly a master from the Realm of God! This was a powerful demigod who had truly stepped into the Realm of God, or perhaps even a figure that was not any weaker than the other gods and monsters!
Maybe, it was simply a clone of a real god.
If Leon had been prepared, given the magical objects he had with him, it would not have been impossible to defeat a Demigod master. However, he was completely defenseless and had never thought that the other party would be so strong and brutal. It was tantamount to walking over with bare hands and then sticking out one’s neck to accept a blow from the other party’s blade. If not for divine grace that was bestowed to him by Sui Xiong that gave him protection, it was possible that he might have been half-dead, or it might have even been enough to make him bedridden for many years down the road. That would not be sothing strange either.
To be able to barely regain his ability of movent after a few days of self-cultivation, he should already be counting his blessings.
Speaking of which, in fact, Sui Xiong should be the one to claim the credit. Since the previous ti where Leon died in the battlefield and was later resurrected, Sui Xiong had been regularly using his Divine Power to strengthen Leon’s soul and prevent him from being assassinated by arcane thods—but for people who were resurrected after death, their souls and bodies were no longer that closely bound. Using ans that targeted the soul to attack them would reap effective results with half the amount of effort.
Over the years, Sui Xiong had cast spells to strengthen Leon’s soul so many tis that he had almost ford a Divine Shield around Leon’s soul. This ti around, the attacker’s target was Leon’s soul, so the shield was put to use in blocking off 60% to 70% of the power of the attack. This was how Leon managed to survive this ordeal.
While working on the rehabilitation of his injuries, Leon ticulously combed through the entire chain of events. Eventually, he also understood what happened. Apart from the lingering fear after the entire event, he also began to feel sowhat wary.
All these years, he had been on a roll. It was almost as if he could get everything he wished for, and everything would go his way. Unknowingly, he had beco a little arrogant and conceited. Especially in the last decade or so, he was often called the “top master of the world.” He was always very modest when personally responding to people addressing him by this title. But nevertheless, deep in his heart, his thoughts did resonate with these thoughts that the people had of him.
Legendary peak level, well-equipped with magical objects, well-versed in magic and martial arts... with these qualifications, he most certainly had what it took to vie for the honor of being the “top master of the world.”
But honestly speaking, was it really that great to be the top in the world?
Haha.
If the mortal world did not have the protection of the enchantnt left behind by the Goddess of Life, where those powerful gods and monsters could not set foot on, how serious would a master at the legendary peak be?
As the top master under His Majesty, the Void Mask’s command, and as the archbishop of the church, sooner or later, he would have to follow His Majesty to deal with the major situations. And when the ti ca for him to leave the mortal world to go to the Thousand Worlds, where he would have to fight against countless masters, a re master at the legendary peak like him—would he be able to prevail over his opponents?
Take this ti, for instance. Just an unidentified demigod master could easily inflict such a severe injury on him. If not for His Majesty’s grace in protecting him, there was no way he would be able to pull through so easily.
In ti to co, he would have to face those demigod masters. By that ti, surely, he would not think of living his entire life under His Majesty’s protection?
Leon was a proud man. Even though he clearly knew that there was a great difference between humans and god, he would not tolerate the idea of him being a burden that required another’s protection!
So he reflected on the painful experience and made up his mind to correct his attitude, practice hard and strive to step up into the Realm of God as soon as possible. He would beco the first demigod master of the Church of the Void Mask.
But what Leon did not know was that the other person who wounded him was in fact, not in a very good situation either.
“Oh no! Oh dear!” cried a beauty fully dressed in military attire. Her face was pale, and she was pacing about ceaselessly in a pitch-dark underground cavern like a cat on hot bricks.
“What’s the matter with you?” asked a statue out of puzzlent. It was lying in the corner for self-cultivation.
“I just sensed that soone was traveling back in ti to investigate the matter of killing that fat pig,” said Sophie Red Moon, or rather the founder of the Red Moon Dynasty, the Red Moon King. With a frown, she said, “Of course I would naturally give it to him. You know my style. Since I have to strike, I’ll pull no punches.”
“You killed that person?”
“No, his soul is protected by Divine Power. I only injured him.”
“Divine Power?” the statue exclaid. It was a little surprising and asked, “Which god is he an elector of? Or is he a Son of God?”
The Red Moon King was silent for a mont, then in a low voice, she said, “I think that the Divine Power that’s protecting him cos from His Majesty, the Void Mask.”
The statue was so surprised that it almost leaped up from the ground, “What did you say?!”
Because it was overly shocked, even its speaking volu was raised a few decibels as it asked, “Did you make a mistake?”
“I might be mistaken about the Divine Power of anyone else, but I’d be wrong in identifying the Void Mask’s Divine Power. Before I ca down to Earth, His Majesty had even made it a point for to familiarize myself with his Divine Power. Because he was more or less the only powerful god that could move about Earth, familiarizing myself with his Divine Power will prevent from seeking death by offending him.”
The statue nodded and asked, “So... did you tread on his toes this ti?”
“I think I should have. There are only a few people in the world who are qualified enough for him to use his Divine Power to protect their souls. Considering that fat pig’s social relationships, the person who cast the spell to spy on this ti is most possibly the Archbishop of the Void Mask’s church. He is the ‘blade master of Garth,’ Leon Igor.”
“Good heavens! The Void Masks holds that fellow dear and treats him as precious as his own children and grandchildren. There was once where the Void Mask has even killed two gods in a row because he was killed!” the statue exclaid. It got to its feet and cried, “Why don’t... you hurry back and lay low for a while?”
“Will I be able to escape?” the Red Moon King asked back with a wry smile.
The statue was silent for a mont, then said, “There’s no escape for you.”
“Yes. If he really wants to kill , there’s nowhere I can escape to. Maybe I can escape back to the God’s Kingdom, but that would definitely cause great trouble for His Majesty. I can’t do that!” cried the Red Moon King with a bitter laugh. She went on to say, “Now, I can only hope that Leon Igor is proud enough, so proud that he will take this matter upon himself and personally co to settle the score with later.”
“Later, if he cos looking for you... that may not necessarily be a good thing. He’s much more powerful than we were. Give it another 200 to 300 years, you’ll no longer be a match for him.”
“True, maybe he doesn’t even need long,” the Red Moon King said with a laugh. Then she eased up and said, “But no matter what, at least I can live for another 200 to 300 years.”
With that, she could not help laughing heartily as she said, “I was born a slave. After going through countless struggles and battles, I finally beca a king. Be it danger or death, I have had my fair share of experiences. There’s nothing to fear.
“So long as I complete the mission that His Majesty has entrusted to before I die, I will die in peace!”
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