Chapter 965: Chapter 713: Epilogue
The sky darkened across half its expanse, and the black robes of the enigmatic figure, the Inspector, fluttered ominously. His entire body was shrouded in darkness; even Roger’s vision couldn’t pierce the shadows under the Inspector’s hood to uncover his true face.
From him, Roger sensed an aura akin to shadow energy, but it was purer, more sinister.
The hem of his robes seed to exist sowhere between reality and illusion, rging him seamlessly with the oppressive darkness behind him.
Although he stood alone, he exuded a presence akin to contending against half the sky.
Powerful and malevolent.
This was Roger’s most imdiate perception of the Inspector.
“Let’s go!”
Jora shouted sharply, “This guy is far stranger than before. The last ti we confronted him, he wasn’t this strong!”
Jora’s confidence stemd from their previous battle, but not much ti had passed since then. Not only had Heyman undergone a transformation, but this incredibly mysterious Inspector had also beco absurdly strong.
Heyman’s face showed a pale tinge, seemingly from the sustained burn of his flas or perhaps the drain from frequently using his staff, exposing a hint of weakness.
However, upon seeing the Inspector arrive, his expression tightened.
“Kill them all!”
Like distant thunder rumbling, the cold voice invaded their minds directly. The Inspector extended a skeletal hand, releasing a short spear from the voluminous folds of his robes.
There was no sharp sound of the wind splitting; in an instant, the weapon reached Roger.
Swish!
The piercing short spear passed through Roger’s shadowy figure effortlessly. Soon, the surrounding space returned to normal, and Roger materialized nearby, just out of the attack’s range, using spatial manipulation to disrupt the Inspector’s aim.
Yet, within monts of their clash, Roger had already sensed the uncanny nature of this opponent.
But right now, Roger couldn’t afford to consider retreat. The world was sealed off, and this was their last chance to leave. The longer they stayed, the slimr their chances of success beca.
Not far away, Jora gritted her teeth. No matter what, she and Roger were still on the sa side. A trace of determination flickered in her eyes. Cursing under her breath, Jora pressed forward and charged at Heyman.
Shadows flickered. Roger’s shadow leaped out from the clouds, and in the instant Black Moon struck, the already dim sky lost all traces of light.
Suddenly, a crescent moon, darker than the deepest abyss, manifested across the heavens.
Boom boom boom!
Thunder roared as Black Moon tore through the Inspector’s robes, piercing into the back of his skull!
Hiss!
Yet as the attack landed successfully, Roger’s expression lacked triumph. The tactile feedback from the shadows caused his face to subtly shift.
Empty. Void.
It felt as though he had pierced nothing but air.
The next mont, Roger surged with power from nearby. For a fleeting instant, the Inspector’s form was immobilized. At the sa ti, his shadow wielded Black Moon, slashing downward at the rent in the robes!
Riiip!
The black robes split apart, yet instead of blood or skeletal remains, only a pale arm and a swirling vortex of chaos erged.
“What is this?”
Not only Roger and Jora, but even Heyman wore a face of astonishnt.
He had entertained countless guesses—perhaps a cold man, a seductive woman, or an otherworldly aberration. Even non-human beings were within Heyman’s conjectures.
But he had never imagined that beneath the Inspector’s voluminous robes, there would be nothing but void.
Beyond the exposed, skeletal arm.
The bony hand clenched tightly, a pitch-black short spear silently appearing once again. Simultaneously, the torn fabric of his robes gathered itself back together.
The chilling voice resounded through the skies.
“Die.”
Just before the black short spear was about to penetrate the shadow’s body, a faint green glow surfaced on the darkness. The devastating strike was deflected. Roger took advantage, rushing forward and closing in on the Inspector.
As he approached, his hands appeared empty, but as the strike descended, Black Moon materialized out of thin air.
Alder Sword Seal!
Though there was still distance between them, Roger’s attack fell directly onto the Inspector, landing true. After striking him, Roger refrained from greed, abruptly spreading his arms wide to erect layers of barriers and interference in the surrounding space.
In the sa instant, Black Moon vanished once again.
Only for the shadow to launch the next round of attacks.
Unpredictable and powerful.
The shadow drew strength from the darkness, its destructive power terrifyingly imnse. Though Roger had entered the Fifth Tier, his shadow hadn’t undergone a complete evolution. Nevertheless, as an extension of Roger’s strength…
At this stage, it had already surpassed the Fifth Tier.
With no suppression from higher-tier forces, its destructive capability, augnted by Transcendent Swordsmanship, unleashed a horrifying lethality.
One orthodox. One strange.
One revealed. One concealed.
Black Moon teleported instantaneously between two figures, the attacks seamless. Though the appearance suggested two entities, it was essentially Roger divided into two.
This level of coordination surpassed any intuitive ntal linkage.
Roger orchestrated control, suppression, and combat rhythm, while his shadow delivered cunning, unpredictable strikes—each one leaving massive breaches in the Inspector’s robes.
Black smoke billowed, thunder roared, as if the Inspector were letting out a guttural howl.
Despite his rapid recovery, over ti, he succumbed to a passive state, forced onto the defensive.
“Is this Geralt?”
“Is this his true power?”
Jora watched, dumbstruck, unable to believe that such strength could belong to a newly ascended Fifth Tier Transcendent.
A physique of incredible power, mastery and insight over space, the flas borrowed from her, and the eerie shadow flickering through the darkness.
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