When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 714

Chapter 714: I did the 100 chapters Chapter 714: I did the 100 chapters Bram’s eyes widened, showing a look of fear.

He was not ignorant of what was happening before him.

After all, Bram was very well-liked in the Parthian Ancient Country and by the people of Star Antimony, with many high-status friends…

Although the abilities of the Papal Guard were a secret to most, he happened to be among the few in the know.

The next mont, his body suddenly burst apart.

He transford into countless screaming bats that flew in all directions to avoid several arcs of light speeding toward him.

Right where he had just disappeared, a grey cocoon pushed out from the void, countless strings shooting out in all directions, attempting to entangle the blood-red cloaked Papal Guard.

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The grey threads easily pierced through the walls of the house, and in an instant, dust filled the air.

—But such damage and control were completely futile against the Papal Guard.

A phantom light shield appeared on their bodies, blocking all incoming attacks—that was indeed the protection from the Pure White Holy Maiden.

With their attack unsuccessful, the grey cocoon imdiately began to swell, emitting a dangerous aura.

It was at this mont that Aiwass suddenly made his move.

As he swung his scepter, flas coalesced into a golden-red Fla Butterfly, flying toward the table where the old Troll sat cross-legged.

The gaze of Pure White instinctively followed, just in ti to see a disheveled Bram lifting his head to down the cup of wine on the table in one gulp.

—Only then did she realize there was soone crouching there!

Bram’s Stealth ability was not that strong in itself; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been discovered so easily.

But the continuously erupting, mutating grey cocoon involuntarily drew everyone else’s attention.

Both the bats and the cocoon were nothing more than a diversion…

One of those bats was him.

While people were focused on the appearing cocoon after the bats scattered, he had already made his way to the side of the table.

This was not achieved through Extraordinary Skill, but through psychological tactics—a Stealth play!

In fact, even Aiwass did not notice at first.

The first to sense sothing amiss was actually Lily—at the very mont Bram disappeared, she had imdiately grabbed Aiwass’s wrist and motioned him to look to the side.

It was thanks to her discreet hint that Aiwass was able to notice soone there.

Under Aiwass’s gaze, the Fla Butterfly had already flown past the silently seated older Troll, heading straight for Bram, and was becoming increasingly bright.

By this ti, Bram had already drained his cup.

His pupils had turned a deep red, and clusters of dark red gel ford on his skin.

From the mont Aiwass acted to now, only a little over a second had passed.

It was then that the Fla Butterfly suddenly exploded—

A tornado-like vortex of intense, scorching flas burst from the split butterfly, firmly binding Bram!

At this point, Aiwass could no longer concern himself with the possibility that the flas might harm the Sacred Tree—he had to stop Bram first.

The roaring expansion of the flas imdiately caught the attention of everyone else.

But in the next instant, an abnormal swelling was felt within the fiery storm.

A huge, crimson-skinned arm reached out from it and tore the flas apart!

The swelling man let out a bestial roar, his eyes burning red.

In the blink of an eye, his body towered over all the Elves, even bursting through the ceiling, reaching a height of over eight ters with skin flowing with fiery red blood like liquid fla.

They danced like fire, burning a hole through the ti-slowing realm around him, rendering it unable to affect his rage.

He let out an enraged, hysterical roar, his skin suddenly covered with nurous runes.

Ethereal red shackles then appeared on his limbs, smooth as jade.

But they imdiately combusted on their own, turning to ash.

An overwhelming presence bore down on everyone.

The terrifying power filled them with fear, and with a casual swing of his fist, the entire building began to collapse.

He effortlessly flung the burning roof high into the air, sending it flying like a teor into the distance.

In that mont, however, Pure White hesitated.

She looked at the crimson Giant in astonishnt, as if realizing sothing.

anwhile, the younger mbers of the Papal Guard did not hesitate at all.

They imdiately ford up and let out a piercing battle cry:

“—Damn it, he’s of the Giant’s Bloodline!”

“Archbishop Your Excellency, please step back!”

“Protect the civilians!

Protect Her Holiness the Holy Maiden!”

“You protect the Archbishop, I’ll hold the front!”

It was just a mont, and the four guards split into two groups.

One group continued to tangle with the Giant, while the other imdiately retreated and ford a protective circle around Aiwass and Pure White.

In that instant, Aiwass’s eyes widened.

He recognized this guy!

– This was a high-difficulty BOSS in the later stages of version 2.0, “Wildfire Giant Uther Galoch”!

However, its height seed to be shorter than the real “Wildfire Giant Uther Galoch”… and much less intimidating than the demon-like figure that destroyed worlds.

But why…

“Mr.

Red Wine” wasn’t Bram Stoker?

The mont Aiwass entered the room, he saw it clearly.

It was indeed a human youth, whose age matched what Sherlock had previously described about Bram.

“It was that cup of wine!”

Aiwass imdiately linked it to the cup of blood wine he had just finished drinking.

When he was attacked, he had clearly distracted everyone else through his deceitful tactics.

But his first response wasn’t to run away, it was to drink that cup of wine…

Bram had barely finished his drink when he imdiately turned into a Giant; just monts ago, he had also montarily transford into a bat, which clearly was the power of the Son of the Moon; he also used grey spider silk, the strength of the Path of Adaptation…

adding his identity as a writer and his background as a Legal Mage…

That’s multiple paths already!

“…It’s the ‘Steal’ power of the Path of Adaptation.”

By then, Pure White had also discerned the truth, “Don’t be nervous, he’s not a real Giant.”

Saying this, Pure White extended her right hand towards the Giant that Bram had transford into.

The next mont, an ancient, battered wooden door suddenly appeared in front of her.

As the wooden door creaked open abruptly, a Pure White cold wind howled out, filling the entire room in an instant.

With the roar of an angry dragon from a distant land, the extre cold wind pouring out from the door frosted over the whole house.

Even the ground which Aiwass had just set ablaze, along with the flas burning on it, were extinguished.

The Giant, maintaining the motion of throwing a fist at the Papal Guard, beca visibly slower.

What was originally an instantaneous action stretched out over half a second, allowing his attack to be easily avoided.

A streak of a light blade sliced through the air, and the Giant’s right arm was severed!

The tightly clenched fist, like a column, flew into the sky and shattered into nurous tiny grey bugs.

His second punch slowed even further until the entire Giant was frozen in place.

The next mont, the giant’s body suddenly shattered.

Countless grey winged insects scattered in all directions, disappearing into the air.

– All of this was just a “lie”.

Bram, reverted back to human form, stumbled a few steps forward and was bound hand and foot by several lines of light, hanging in mid-air.

“Damn, if only I had arrived a little later…”

His eyes were full of reluctance, “I wasn’t ready yet, how could I—”

“—Behave yourself!”

The angry Papal Guard punched him in the face.

Bram swayed violently, flailing about in the air like a marionette on strings.

Sherlock, who was standing by, ca to a realization, “It’s the wine!

“If he had been ready, he wouldn’t have left the wine untouched.

That can only an his ritual was incomplete—”

“Your Holiness, The Holy Maiden, is he the Cursing Sorcerer who set the trap?”

Another Papal Guard turned back, speaking sowhat cautiously, “Be careful of his accomplices!”

Upon hearing this, Bram froze for a second.

He suddenly turned toward the old Troll who sat quietly in the corner.

Even right after he had transford into a Giant, that creature had remained motionless, slowly eating fried chicken.

The old Troll slowly lifted his eyelids, taking a glance at Bram.

His face showed neither surprise nor joy, as if he had been expecting this.

He slowly raised his head, straightening his hunched back a bit.

“Pfft.”

The old Troll spat out two pieces of broken chicken leg bones.

The broken bone, mixed with foul saliva, flew onto Bram’s face, who was suspended in the void.

“It was , I surrender.”

Afterward, the old Troll spoke in very standard Elvish Language, “I cast the curse on Zumaidi.”