When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 450

Chapter 450: Chapter 351: The Wind of Amber Chapter 450: Chapter 351: The Wind of Amber “`

So-called humans are all stars—

After Aiwass unconsciously spoke these words, the ground of Eagle Cape Village suddenly began to quake.

The sensation of the earthquake was incredibly clear and abrupt, with almost everyone present unable to react in ti.

“Is it an earthquake?”

Hayna blurted out, “How is that possible?”

“No, it’s not an earthquake.”

Lily, still in wolf form, spoke human language, “I did not trigger a premonition of danger.”

The talent of the Path of Adaptation is to foresee various natural disasters.

Whether it was a tsunami or an earthquake, one could sense it before the disaster struck, just as sensitive as a small animal.

About three to four seconds later, the quaking finally stopped.

Imdiately after, from the distant horizon, a torrent of dim yellow death energy roared toward them like a tidal wave!

It was like a sandstorm that made one instinctively cover their face.

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Aiwass’s hair fluttered in disarray because of it.

As the death energy engulfed him, Aiwass imdiately felt intense discomfort.

It was like the weakness one feels after being bedridden with illness for a long ti, where even a slight movent would cause the heart to pound erratically—weakness accompanied by a chilling cold that crept into his viscera, causing an uncontrollable shiver.

A gloomy mood followed closely, provoking involuntary morbid thoughts, thoughts of deceased loved ones, and one’s own death.

Lily also felt the discomfort.

Perhaps because the life force in her wolf form was too fragile, her reaction was even more extre—she was seen staggeringly retreating under the wash of the death energy, like a dog caught in a violent wind and nearly tumbling away, barely managing to cope when she reverted to her original form.

Only Hayna maintained composure, but even she slightly furrowed her brows due to the discomfort.

Seeing that the tide of death energy did not seem to abate anyti soon, Aiwass imdiately took out a mirror and switched back to his true body.

He raised his right hand high and began to chant the na of the Pillar God, “I beseech Candle Master, the God with the holy number three, The God of Thorns Bound, The God Who Burns Body and Pursues Darkness—

“Grant protective light!”

Following Aiwass’s prayer, a fiercely radiant light burst forth from his right hand.

The bright white light spread out and ford an irregular sphere in the gloomy tide of death energy, enveloping the group.

Aiwass, after all, did not wear a mitre, and without the assistance of a holy artifact, the light continued to fluctuate, on the verge of collapse under the assault of the death energy.

But that sensation of uncontrollable shivering like one has when in the grip of a severe cold receded.

A warm strength rose within everyone, dispelling the dark thoughts as well.

“Take this back!”

Hayna was the first to react, handing the Holy Sword she held back to Aiwass.

Aiwass took the Holy Sword with his left hand and then handed it to his right hand.

As expected, once he firmly grasped the Holy Sword in his right hand, the light imdiately stabilized.

Not only did it stabilize, it even expanded steadily outward—much like speeding through rain on a motorcycle, a protective arc opened up in front of him, resisting the seemingly endless tide of death energy.

The intense friction-caused radiance even made the forward-facing Aiwass shine brightly, rendering his whole figure a blur.

This lasted for more than ten minutes, before the death energy’s onslaught gradually weakened and eventually dissipated.

Only when Aiwass confird that the light emanating from the Holy Sword in his hand was no longer being obstructed did he slowly lower the sword, and the light faded away.

“What is this…!”

Hayna exclaid in shock.

No surprise she would be startled.

Had Aiwass and Lily not been of the more reserved and restrained temperant, they too might have shouted in surprise at this mont.

—Only to see a layer of dim yellow shell of unknown origin covering the entire Eagle Cape Village.

Whether it was the earth, forests, buildings, rivers…

everything here seed to have been washed over and colored by the death energy, covered by a thin shell.

Even the night sky had beco dim yellow—not because ti had reverted to twilight but because the night sky seed to have been frozen.

Looking up, one could even see the twinkling stars.

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They even stopped flickering and instead beca beams of faint light, seeping out like thin cracks as if the sky had shattered and light was leaking from the fissures.

And beneath the storm, the raindrops stretched into thin lines, like teardrops hung by thread, suspended in the dim, yellow night sky.

The entire world had fallen into a state of absolute stillness.

It was as if the entire Eagle Cape Village had been encased in amber by the blowing wind.

Aiwass reached out tentatively to touch the rainwater suspended in mid-air, and upon contact, it simply lted away into an ordinary raindrop.

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Hayna.”

“Hmm?”

“Punch the ground.”

Aiwass commanded.

Upon hearing the order, Hayna didn’t ask why; she only cautiously confird, “How hard?”

“Hard enough to make a dent,” Aiwass replied.

So Hayna, without hesitation, hamred a fist into the ground.

“—Ah!”

Hayna imdiately let out a cry of pain, bending over to clutch her knuckles.

Aiwass moved closer, taking hold of Hayna’s right hand with one of his own, projecting his consciousness into it to assess the damage.

From that unsparing heavy strike, her knuckles were slightly cracked, though not broken.

Normally, such a punch would have been sufficient to shatter the earth, and she would have sustained no harm whatsoever.

First, Aiwass placed his glowing right hand upon her chest, using Illumination Art to instantly smooth over her injury.

He frowned slightly, feeling sowhat uneasy about the sudden phenonon: “The earth has been solidified.”

After Hayna was healed, while feeling her knuckles, she looked towards the direction from which the deathly aura had co: “It seems to be coming from the marshes.”

“Let’s not rush.”

The card-making process had already consud too much mana, and now to resist the attack of the deathly aura, he had burned through more mana.

Aiwass’s mana was completely depleted, but fortunately, as they were not in combat, he could initiate Prayer Arts to restore it.

“Wait for for a mont, I need to pray for a while,” Aiwass said, taking out a Red Candle from Sherlock’s ritual pack.

The Giant Prince’s profession was that of a great wizard, and it was very likely he hadn’t fully perished.

After all, he had survived in the ga up to the current version, a person clinging to life…

Even when his Demonology tutor from Star Antimony had perished, he was still alive.

That’s why Aiwass, upon seeing the Wild Hunt King close to defeating the Giant Prince, did not rush in to deal the finishing blow for experience.

Because according to Aiwass’s understanding of such wily old turtles, he was sure that this ti he hadn’t perished.

The great wizard had a multitude of escape skills, such as body doubles, feigned death, resurrection, and reincarnation.

According to Aiwass’s mories, the leader of Noble Red had died three tis in total, and on the third, he reincarnated into the body of a black little goat, his final form.

Given the cautiousness of such an old turtle, most likely he would set his respawn point far enough away.

In other words, the opponent wouldn’t return to the scene imdiately — that’s why Aiwass dared to leave Sherlock, who lacked combat capabilities, alone at that place to loot the bodies.

Because the Giant Prince absolutely did not know that here the Wild Hunt King was Helquinn.

Aiwass had not known that piece of information either before, so it was highly probable that the other party did not know either.

Besides, if he had known, he definitely would not have co so boldly.

This was the rebel leader who was first executed on a large scale by the Giants, a criminal who could compete with Arthur and Lancelot in the Giants’ blacklist.

One didn’t need to think to know he surely had a blood feud with the Giants…

That ant, it was very likely that he hadn’t prepared himself with the mindset of “I will definitely die this ti,” so he must have had so good stuff on him.

Firstly, there definitely was so equipnt.

The Curse Ritual Magician series of gears, Aiwass could most likely use them too.

And even if the materials specific to humans were removed, he should still possess so other rare ritual materials.

— Even if they didn’t let him “run back to his corpse” to recover, Sherlock would have to strip him clean!

But the current situation had Aiwass sowhat perplexed.

They had hardly done anything here, and suddenly there was an earthquake?

And to top it off, such a significant phenonon occurred…

Could it be that the Giant Prince’s “resurrection” ability conflicted with the power of the amber here?

It couldn’t possibly be that by sealing the Penalty Demon, he triggered so special chanism, could it?

But to be cautious, Aiwass still decided it would be prudent to fully restore his mana before heading over to check.