In the Midell Family Manor, the once tranquil and harmonious scene was shrouded in an invisible tension, and air was filled with an indescribable heaviness, involuntarily tightening the hearts of those present.
Every corner seed to harbor unknown malice, and the servants in the Midell family estate walked down the empty corridors with breaths held tight, their footsteps echoing more hurriedly and cautiously than usual, as if every step tread upon the edge of the unknown.
A trace of unease shone in their eyes, and their voices were lowered in conversation, lest they stir the undercurrents beneath the silence.
In the garden, flowers that once competed in splendor had lost their color, and the occasional dewdrop sliding off their petals seed like silent sighs. The birds no longer sang cheerily as before, and their scarce cries sounded particularly grating, as if forewarning of sothing about to happen. Enjoy new adventures from empire
Inside the master's room of the manor, candlelight flickered, casting light upon Marquis Middell's furrowed brows and contemplative face.
"Fischer, Fischer... Chris Fischer..."
He rose and paced back and forth, his fingers occasionally tapping the desktop, producing a clear and rhythmic sound that contrasted sharply with the oppressive atmosphere.
Each tap seed to pose a silent question, yet anxiety grew with the absence of an answer.
"Hmm, indeed, the person from Lorne is still hesitating and hasn't given a direct response. If the high-level Monarch extraordinary exponent from Lorne cos here, the matters of the Fischer family could be resolved more easily."
He took a deep breath; there were hundreds of Monarch powerful experts in Lorne, but only twelve known high-level Monarchs publicly recognized.
Among those twelve top-tier high-level Monarchs, one happened to have an important connection with the Midell family a hundred years ago—more precisely, when younger, they had been fostered by the grandfather of Marquis Middell.
Although more than a century had passed and the relationship between them had faded, he thought he could still request that person's help, based on the old favor, for assistance this one ti.
Marquis Middell had decisively decided to send out the direct bloodline mbers of the family in advance, hiding them in places known by very few.
Now that things had co to this point, even if Chris returned to kill them, he could no longer use them to threaten him. As for the ordinary peripheral mbers—how many of them died was within the range Marquis Middell could accept within his heart.
"Chris, we must completely kill him. In so sense, this 'Death God' is an even more troubleso existence than Aldrich."
At this mont, the voice of a servant from outside suddenly shocked Marquis Middell.
"Lord Marquis Middell, please co out and see! There is an urgent situation! Young Master Slorel, he, he ca back alone from outside!"
Upon hearing the servant's voice, Marquis Middell jumped in surprise, turned his head, and followed the servant outside.
As night fell, the manor was enveloped in a faint moonlight, but this serenity neither eased the tension nor added a sense of mystery and unease.
The wind from afar passed through the woods, bringing a chill, and the entire estate sank deeper into an indescribable atmosphere of tension.
Approaching the interior of the manor, Marquis Middell saw his direct descendant, the barely teenage Slorel, standing expressionlessly in the distance, walking step by step towards him.
The young man's eyes were vacant, as if he had no idea what he was doing.
Slorel Middell was the most gifted among all his descendants; although only in his teens, he had already reached the low-level Transmutation and had a great potential to beco an extraordinary exponent at the Monarch Level.
Therefore, he paid great attention to Slorel's condition and imdiately ran out of the house to check.
What on earth has happened?
Why would he co back alone, and his state seems not quite right!
Marquis Middell, with his rich experience in Mysticism, soon realized that this was the influence of ntal Magic, his descendant, Slorel, had been controlled by a spell!
"Chris?"
He imdiately sensed that it was very likely Chris's doing!
Suddenly, right behind him, the "servant" who called him out abruptly changed appearance, instantaneously transforming into the expressionless Chris Fischer.
He swung the white Shinbone Blade in his hand, stabbing towards Marquis Middell in front of him.
"You!"
Marquis Middell still managed to react in the last instant, transforming his body into the void. He had been tornted for over a month, and his usually steady emotions were on the verge of collapse, his inner fury erupting uncontrollably.
"Chris!"
He instinctively wanted to use the power of "Freeze," but Slorel was right next to him, only less than two ters away. To use "Freeze" and not harm him was impossible!
Chris! You are truly despicable!
Despite his rage, Marquis Middell still held back from using the power of "Freeze."
Seeing the Shinbone Blade penetrate through again, and noticing that Marquis Middell was staring at him fiercely, Chris, with an indifferent expression, said nothing but imdiately used the "Eyes of Conviction" to try to break down his opponent's ntal defenses.
However, there was a rare artifact on Marquis Middell that could resist ntal attacks.
"The Eyes of Conviction" didn't work.
So Mysterious rare artifacts of a formidable level, although not as powerful as Forbidden rare artifacts, have very good auxiliary effects such as "Flight," "Invisibility," "Resistance to ntal attacks," and "Fireproof."
Additionally, owning Mysterious rare artifacts of a formidable level does not require any cost, so their actual value is not inferior to four-digit Forbidden rare artifacts.
However, even if an attack was ineffective, Chris didn't care. He relentlessly pressed on with his attacks, ti and again almost breaching the opponent's line of defense against death.
He knew that void transformation couldn't stay active indefinitely.
"Damn it!"
Marquis Middell roared furiously, constantly trying to put distance between himself and the attack, so as to not inadvertently harm his own direct lineage. He was acutely aware that the constant strain over this period had left the entire city's population extrely exhausted, and now was the mont when the city's defenses were at their most relaxed.
Nobody in the family could help him now; his cousin, a lower Monarch level, had also temporarily left the city.
Without a doubt, everything was under Chris Fischer's control!
That's why he chose this very mont—the easiest ti to strike with success!
After so entanglent, many people from the manor rushed out, but their strength was too weak to be of any help.
"Family Head!"
"Marquis!"
"It's 'Death God' Chris, he's back again!"
Marquis Middell knew very well that his spiritual power was about to be depleted and that soon he would be unable to maintain his void state, which would swiftly bring his end.
Finally, he left the manor, creating enough distance from his important direct lineage, then Marquis Middell instantly activated the Icy Freeze power within his Domain, encasing the closely-combating Chris Fischer in ice.
However, after the Icy Freeze was successful, that fla once again fiercely burned over Chris's body, and Marquis Middell knew that he could not keep him Frozen for long.
The terrible "Death God" breaking free from the ice was only a matter of ti!
Therefore, he played his last two trump cards!
The first trump card was a Forbidden rare artifact numbered 501.
"Soul Tempering River Ring"
It was a ring with black and green colors interweaving, looking quite ancient, yet concealing a kind of malicious power.
Its mysterious effect was the ability to plunge targets nearby with hostile intent toward oneself into a deep unconsciousness—unless the unconscious person took damage, waking up would be very difficult.
The second trump card Marquis Middell counted on was the "Song of the Ruins Spirit," the most powerful Extraordinary Power of the "Ruins Song Spirit." He planned to combine this with the previous unconsciousness effect to seize Chris's life.
"Spirit Song of the Ruins."
It was a mighty power capable of directly snatching away souls, and Marquis Middell did not hesitate to begin chanting softly.
The voice rose quietly, a lody unlike any from the mortal realm, but rather a low chant from the Abyss, carrying a kind of magic Power that could penetrate the soul and reach into the deepest parts of the heart.
Chris nearly felt as if it were an ancient spell, gently plucked by invisible hands, with each note falling heavily into the silent air, causing ripples that were invisible to the eye.
The tune was complex and sinister, at tis lanting as if echoing the collective wail of nurous unfulfilled desires, ensnaring the listener's thoughts and subconsciously dragging them into a profound sorrow. At other tis, it beca passionately fierce, adding an ominous and hopeless feeling, like the low rumble before a storm, presaging the disaster to co!
This singing voice contained an indescribable power that could penetrate the physical barrier and act directly upon the soul. With the lody's fluctuations, the deepest parts of Chris's heart were as if slowly torn open by invisible hands, revealing all the buried secrets, fears, desires, and even the most unwilling mories, floating on the edge of consciousness, unable to escape.
The soul was about to be taken away...
However, at the very mont when Chris was about to completely sink, he suddenly activated "Rift Mont"!
What he had been waiting for was precisely this mont—when Marquis Middell entirely switched from defense to offense!
In an instant, Marquis Middell felt a profound threat of death and imdiately began to regret his decision to stop using void transformation and start the "Spirit Song."
Had he chosen the wrong tactic?
And why on earth had the "Soul Tempering River Ring"'s unconsciousness effect not worked on that man?
Chris, holding a white shinbone and a black blade, was trembling from the "Spirit Song of the Ruins," but thanks to the strong resistance conferred by his "Secret Spell Lake" ability, his soul was not imdiately taken, and even the effect of the Soul Tempering River Ring didn't work.
Marquis Middell instinctively wanted to activate his void transformation again, but it was already too late!
Everything around had already been brought to a standstill!
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