Q: Why do most warlocks take ones with pure spirit energy to experint on?
A: Because pure spirit energy is easiest to corrupt. The more one practises spirit arts and experiences life, the complicated and harder it becos to corrupt them the way the warlock wants, so that's why they prefer practitioners of younger age and with purer spirit energy.
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It took far longer than I had assud to copy all the scripts written on the wall. Well, I first assud it would be like regular writing, but when I started, I learned, it was a lot harder to copy a language I don't know. Moreover, I needed to be precise with each mark, or it might get confusing.
I think it was not just the old tongue, but the ancient rune script. Or why else would it be that complicated?
I have copied everything, ignoring only the demon painting, however, my mind morised so of its features, so I won’t have a problem making it out if I see it with my own eyes. Though I was sure, I would do more of running than staring if I ca across sothing like that. I have no recollection of it in the book. This was surely not sothing bogus. After all, it was left behind by one of the twelve heroes.
After closing the entrance of the cave with the boulders, I strode on the way towards the camp, though those thoughts never left . It took a couple of hours longer than I’d assud. Yeriel would be worried sick.
The outside was far colder than inside of the cavern, moreover, the swift icy wind and snowfall didn’t make it easier. Shaking up a little, I ran my spirit energy and brought out the honey container again. The False-ward would be a lot more useful in giving fast results, but it was unhealthy, and I needed to save as much of the fuel as I could. Instead, I took in an extra bit of the honey, swirling along the warm energy.
However, even with the cold, I still could not get my head around what I encountered. The book didn’t go deep into the topic of the twelve heroes, even though it was one of the most important subjects. However, it did ntion that so of the heroes did sothing that could not be depicted them as heroes.
Even on the endnote, Ayaan List ntioned he had not considered himself as a hero.
A Drear?
I took a ntal note to research more on the twelve heroes and the twelve abilities more. The origin of these powers is still unknown, and I was not even sure of the exact twelve abilities. A couple of them didn’t even make an appearance in the latest chapter of the book. Questions after questions.
I could not help but shake my head. Surely, I won't get an answer in my pondering, but only get more questions.
Tap. Tap.
Abruptly, my attention was caught on sothing. I seed to hear so tapping noise. It was not snowfall, then . . .
I was about to look around where it was coming from, and suddenly my instinct gave goosebumps.
Without considering a thing, I flung myself a couple of tres away, dropping my bag. The nail sword appeared on my arm. In the light of the blue, luminescent lamp, I saw sothing coming at , whirling.
Instinctively, I pulled a half-slash instantly at the incoming . . . sothing. It hit right against my sword, however, it actually did not break from being sliced in half with the stroke of my sword, but whirled around the sword, entangling like an alive rope.
An engulfing chain.
My mind rang, and I tried to run the flas of purgatory to disable the chain before it could paralyse from the sword. But my effort turned futile, and the engulfing chain sucked all the spirit force from the sword before disconnecting any usage of spirit force in the nail sword.
That was not the only thing. The sword turned into a hundred kilograms within a second, and gravitational force pulled it downwards.
The only way for to remove the engulfing chain was from the outside, working on the anchor with spirit force, but it would take at least a minute or two; perhaps more, as I did not have any experience in it. However, whoever attacked certainly had other plans in place, and would not give that much ti.
Surely, as I had guessed it, I sensed arrows and fast evocative spells coming at from all directions. Balls of flas, stone splinters, ice and wind blades. Holy hell, how many n are there?
Are they from Dark Deer? I thought, but I did not have ti to ponder. The only way for to escape from here was to let go of the sword. And I did exactly that before triggering the steam releasers in the suit.
Rember when I said this suit was an old prototype and needs at least a second or two to start up?
"Damn it," I cursed, and coated my entire body with spirit energy. I lurched away, but still two-thirds of all the arrows and spells bombarded at once.
I have learned two things in that short, painful mont. The first was whoever was after . They had encircled in a planned assault. The other thing was that they might not be Dark Deer, as none of the spells that hit had any relation to dark arts. Well, I didn’t have any encounter with dark arts other than that Ghoul, however, I’m full of knowledge about them.
However, that did not an they went easy on .
Even with the spirit force coating on—coupling with the defence of the suit, they still hurt like hell. My coating of spirit force broke within a blink with the joint force of spell and arrows. The wind blades hit all over my body like soone was pounding with a stick on my bare body. A couple of the arrows even dug into my flesh, as I protected my head with my arms.
Dakota would be pissed, however, that thought left the sooner the steam releaser startup. I forced everything off them, as my body lurched upwards ten tres in the instant.
My eyes narrowed at the people hiding in the trees, and with a swift motion of my leg, I pulled myself right at one of them. I could feel sothing burning inside . My body lurched swiftly and before any other attack could land on , I manoeuvred my hands backwards and legs forwards to produce a heavy dropkick to the person hiding in the trees.
The individual yelped in pain before falling from the trees, while I hurled away from the tree to another one on the adjacent right side. An arrow ca at again, but missed by a long shot.
I ignored the dull feeling in my head as well as the heat the suit was producing to collide with the person who was aiming his arrow at . I held back nothing.
I did not let go of him, but shoved him against the trunk of the trees.
"Bastard," the attacker grunted in pain and cursed. "Pass out already."
I did not consider what that guy was saying, as my fist showered on his face, shattering his nose. The person groaned, shouting curses. From the figure and the voice of the one I was pounding against the tree, I could make out, he was not much older. In the dark, I could not see his face, but I was sure I was beating up a kid.
Abruptly, a bolt of pain assaulted my brain, and I felt dizzy. The pain was consuming , and I let go of the attacker as he fell off.
I touched the side of my left chest and found sothing stuck there. A small bolt. Bloody hell, the arrows, they contained tranquillizer. And it appeared it was of so kind that rendered the usage of Spirit energy futile.
“Mother—" I cursed, and pulled out the bolt. It was not just one that penetrated my flesh, while the other didn’t stick, they did their job.
I need to escape imdiately. My mind rang with that thought only.
I flew away from there imdiately, but the tranquillizing drug was already in my system. I could not even go a couple of hundred tres before my body went limp as I collided against a tree fell down to the snow-filled land.
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