Chapter 921: Chapter 897: Corpse of Poison
The cyan Fire Lotus slipped from the fingertips of Lancelot, but it did not imdiately ignite the Spider Corpse. Instead, it danced back and forth on the ground, leaving trails of fire that gradually ford a mysterious Array. Once the Array was nearly complete, Lancelot took a slight breath and once again drilled into the corpse of the Demon Spider leader through the opening he had just made.
When the Vampire girl and her companions returned, they were t with a raging inferno blazing in the cave, the searing heat almost rendering it impossible for them to stand, yet they found no trace of Lancelot anywhere.
Despite this, the companions were not worried. Having spent so long with Lancelot, they had already guessed where their miraculous friend would be at this mont. The blaze seed to burn for an exceptionally long ti; whether it was the imposing body’s extraordinary resistance to fire, or whether the cyan-blue fla was not as hot as it appeared was uncertain.
Strangely enough, no ash wafted from the blaze, as if the fla was rely an Illusion conjured by Magic.
However, as ti passed, the colossal Spider Corpse slowly turned transparent, and Lancelot’s figure gradually erged. When the Spider Corpse completely vanished, the blaze quickly diminished until only the ditating Human Knight remained at the center. Everyone curiously gathered around, and Lancelot slowly opened his eyes, smiled at his companions, patted himself down, and stood up.
“Lancelot, you really took down that monster…” Alamir gazed with admiration at the Human Knight, “Little Issa told us what happened on the way here, it’s really unbelievable.”
“Just well-prepared,” Lancelot replied with a cheerful wave of his hand, “And if it weren’t for Cranvo and Little Issa, I wouldn’t have had the chance.”
“Hey, from what I hear, it seems like Cranvo’s involvent doesn’t make much difference,” Bruto sniffed, “Of course, this isn’t sothing I could’ve done myself…”
“No, if it wasn’t for the Lord of the Dead, I would be in His Temple now,” Lancelot shook his head, “Take a look at this…”
Lancelot extended his palm and, with a flip, what was once an empty hand now held a bead the size of an egg. The bead was dark green, appearing as if flas danced within it, but everyone present instinctively stepped back, as if what Lancelot was displaying was a live scorpion.
“What is this?” Bruto cautiously extended a finger, “Did you dig this out from that monster’s corpse?”
“Hmm… it can be considered a Demon Core. Be careful, it should be poisonous, best not to let it touch your skin,” Lancelot withdrew his hand, “I crafted it from the monster’s corpse, so sort of Alchemy trick, though my skills might not be refined yet. Kalalin, could you try using an Identification Spell on this bead?”
“Of course,” Kalalin reached towards a small pouch at his waist, retrieving a pearl and an owl’s feather, “Just a minute…”
The Scholar softly chanted a brief Spell, and under the influence of Magic Power, the pearl silently disintegrated into a sparkling dust, which Kalalin carefully guided onto the feather. Then, he lightly swept the end of the feather over the bead in Lancelot’s hand and tossed the feather into the air. So mysterious force grasped the feather, causing it to inscribe silvery lettering in the air:
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Corpse of Poison
Mysterious Object, Legendary
This Treasure Bead is crafted from a Demon Spider’s corpse that attempted to ascend to godhood. Despite its failure in life, the poison within the Treasure Bead already contains a slight Divine Power.
The holder must possess an exceptionally strong constitution, or else they will imdiately enter a poisoned state, and by the third night, dissolve into pus. This effect can be nullified through three castings of Restoration Art or higher-level Spells. If the holder resists the bead’s toxin, they beco immune to all poison damage and effects, except those originating from Divine Power.
Three tis a day: unleashing part of the bead’s power, dispels a target’s poisoned state through touch, the effect equivalent to Restoration Art.
Once a day: unleashing all of the bead’s power, poisons a target through touch, causing the victim’s flesh to rapidly dissolve, the effect equivalent to a Disintegration Spell.
‘The sinner sees only the reflection in the water, yet remains utterly convinced of it.’
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The elegant silver text flickered a few tis, then slowly dimd and vanished into the air. The group regarded Lancelot with a strange look, though it wasn’t their first ti encountering such things.
“That final remark is quite interesting,” Lancelot shrugged and put the bead away, “Was that your writing?”
“It’s from the God of Knowledge, Ogma, though He rarely does this,” Kalalin sighed, “I know you’re a formidable warrior, but a Legendary Level Magic item… and you actually managed to create that?”
“Look at the material I used, the corpse of a Demigod… not crafting a Divine Artifact would be a waste of good resources.”
“Well, it’s typical of you,” Bruto tightened his cloak, “We’ve delayed quite a bit already, shall we proceed on our journey?”
“Hold on a mont,” Lancelot shook his head, pointing to the edge of the cave, “There are still so survivors over there.”
He wasn’t referring to the remaining Demon Spiders, those Demons had all fled at the mont the Wax lting Demon appeared. In what was once a forest of webs, the webbing had been burned clean, but a few Spider Silk Cocoons remained intact, demonstrating good Protection capability.
Lancelot led his companions over and they stopped before a cocoon that had fallen to the ground. Bruto took out a small Cold Iron Dagger, intending to cut the cocoon open.
“Better let handle it,” Lancelot stopped the Dwarf, “The creature trapped inside might not be particularly friendly…”
The Human Knight retrieved a Hand Half Sword from the Dinsional Bag returned to him by his companions. The sword’s tip glowed with a faint azure light as he lightly traced it over the Spider Silk Cocoon—with Lancelot’s expertise, naturally, he wouldn’t harm the prisoner inside. But this might not be entirely beneficial, as within the cocoon lay a fair-skinned, fully naked woman with astonishing beauty and a pair of black wings—a Enreyes, a Demon from Barto Hell, rumored to be a descendant of a Fallen Angel, also known as a Succubus.
Crucially, Lancelot had encountered this Succubus before. The last ti he was at Oasis Fort, he had been pursued for miles by this very Succubus, barely escaping through a sowhat unscrupulous ambush. A glance at the scar on the Succubus’s chest where he’d struck confird that this unconscious demon was indeed the one he’d encountered.
He had the urge to imdiately swing his Longsword and lop off the Succubus’s head, but confronting a defenseless, entirely naked female, even knowing she was a Bartez, his Knight’s honor stayed his hand.
At that mont, the Succubus’s wings twitched, and then she slowly opened her eyes, long lashes casting gentle shadows.
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