nyslfriends Chapter 93 The Final Winner!!!
Chapter 93 The Final Winner!!!
Chapter 94 The Final Winner!!!
"Gah! Gah-i!"
A few hoarse, piercing cries of crows broke the deathly silence of the Kurs Desert.
Several black ravens, which should not have appeared in this sea of death, hovered above a hand that suddenly protruded from the sand, like ghosts that had smelled carrion.
The palm was covered in thick, blackish-red blood and grit, the skin was charred and cracked, the nails were all broken off, but the five fingers were digging into the sand as if a drowning person was grasping at the last piece of driftwood.
"Cough cough—cough" Accompanied by suppressed coughing sounds, a figure emerged from under the thick yellow sand with great difficulty, little by little.
When the wind and sand swept away most of the sand and dust from his face, revealing his face distorted by extreme exhaustion and depletion, it was Hick!
He collapsed onto the scorching sand, his chest heaving violently as he greedily inhaled the burning air.
The immense shock of surviving the ordeal left him trembling uncontrollably.
"So close—just a tiny bit more—"
Recalling that devastating explosion, Hick still felt lingering fear, as if a cold, venomous snake was coiling around his heart.
At the last moment, the invisible force that had been protecting him, which had been barely perceptible, completely disappeared!
If that force hadn't been directed at him, and if his ravens hadn't taken the brunt of the damage for him—
He, like his mentor and those great wizards, was already buried deep beneath the yellow sand, becoming part of this sea of death!
He raised his head and looked at the few remaining ravens in the sky, their feathers disheveled and their breaths somewhat weak, a trace of indescribable heartache flashing in his eyes.
Dozens of carefully bred ravens, the result of countless efforts—now only a handful remain.
However, when his gaze swept over the seemingly ordinary space ring on his finger, an uncontrollable, almost greedy excitement instantly dispelled all his lingering fear and heartache!
"It was worth it! It was all worth it!"
A startling light flashed in Hick's eyes as he struggled to sit up.
"Now—let me see just what kind of thing this mentor has been meticulously planning for two hundred years, willing to betray his own side to obtain!"
He took a deep breath and probed the ring with his mental energy.
Buzz—
The space rippled slightly.
A tall, withered figure, exuding a terrifyingly powerful aura and residual fire elemental fluctuations, appeared silently on the scorching sand before him, like a sleeping giant—it was the remains of "Deathfire" Qaboos Raeles!
Immediately afterwards, a deep, dark light flashed, and a black ring with an ancient and strange shape, etched with countless twisted and writhing runes, floated in mid-air beside Hick, radiating a chilling and ominous aura that reached the depths of the soul—the lost treasure of the Silent Forest, the Ring of Silence!
Whether it was a stroke of fate or a coincidence amidst the chaos and explosion, these two ultimate items that stirred up the entire Ekar world and triggered this earth-shattering bloody battle ended up like treasures swept up by a storm, ultimately falling before him, this "unremarkable" "apprentice"!
Looking at the two entities radiating terrifying power, Hick's lips curled up in a wild smile that he couldn't suppress!
A tremendous, overwhelming joy surged within him like magma.
He had already tried it while it was in chaos at the bottom of the sandpit.
The moment his spiritual power touched the Ring of Silence, this legendary artifact accepted him without any hindrance!
It's as if it's been waiting for a new owner!
Through that instantaneous mental connection, he clearly sensed the core power of this sacred artifact—absolute control!
It can forcibly enslave any creature that is no higher than level four!
The only limitation is that, with three levels of existence, only one can be controlled at most!
Unless—the user himself is a fourth-level wizard who is above the third level!
"No wonder—no wonder the mentor was so confident he could sweep aside Aikar—"
Hick muttered to himself, his eyes filled with awe and longing for power.
"A near-level four wizard about to enter a new realm, coupled with this magical artifact capable of forcibly controlling a level three archmage—a month? No, perhaps only a few days, and the entire city of Aikall will grovel at his feet!"
His gaze, like the most precise probe, slowly moved toward the remains of Qaboos, which stood silently on the yellow sand.
He had already witnessed the terrifying power of the Deathfire underground!
That black flame that incinerates souls, that absolute power that can rival two level-three archmages!
Now, this powerful "puppet" seems to have become his spoils of war as well?
A crazy idea began to grow in Hick's mind:
If—if I could control him—
This idea spread like wildfire!
He could no longer restrain himself, and cautiously, with a hint of probing and immense anticipation, he sent a wisp of pure spiritual energy...
It slowly reached out towards Qaboos's withered body.
The moment the mental energy touched Qaboos's body, a deafening explosion occurred!
An irresistible, terrifying suction force, like a black hole, suddenly burst forth from that withered body!
Hick felt his mental energy surge uncontrollably and wildly towards Qaboos, like a flood bursting its banks!
"Ugh!" Hick let out a painful groan, his face turning ashen instantly!
He desperately tried to sever the connection and withdraw his mental energy, but the suction force was incredibly powerful, far exceeding his ability to resist!
His soul felt as if it were being torn apart, and his sea of consciousness was as if it had been drained in an instant. The intense dizziness and excruciating pain at the soul level made his vision go black!
Just when he thought he was about to have his spiritual energy drained and become a part of the yellow sand in despair, the suction suddenly stopped without warning.
"Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—"
Hick was drenched in cold sweat as if he had just been pulled out of the water. He collapsed on the sand, panting heavily, each breath accompanied by excruciating pain from his nearly exhausted spirit.
He felt as if his brain had been hollowed out, leaving only a buzzing echo.
"Damn it—almost—" he cursed with lingering fear, struggling to sit up and see what strange thing had happened to Qaboos.
Just then, a cold, hard hand covered with charred flesh steadily and powerfully reached out in front of him.
Hick instinctively looked up and followed the arm.
What came into view was the lifeless, withered face of Cabus Rells.
His empty eye sockets were "staring" at him.
And that outstretched hand belonged to this skeleton!
What shook Hick's soul even more was that a crystal-clear, instinctive connection suddenly formed deep within his consciousness!
He "senses" the presence of the skeleton before him!
He seemed to be able to "touch" its internal energy circuits, and even vaguely sense a trace of—the will to obey.
"I—he—"
Hik stared intently at the hand extended in front of him, then looked up at Qaboos's expressionless "face." His mind went blank, all the words stuck in his throat, leaving only unconscious syllables.
Extreme shock, absurdity, ecstasy, and a hint of instinctive fear raged through his heart like a storm!
I seem to have inexplicably acquired a puppet at the level of a third-tier archmage?!
But—why?
Whether it's the Ring of Silence or the remains of Qaboos, why did they so easily recognize me as their master?
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