Chapter 67: High Elf

Chapter 67: High Elf

Layer upon layer of illusory prayers poured into his ears. Klein felt as though he now possessed a body, and deep within his head, waves of stabbing pain struck one after another, so intense that he almost wanted to smash his skull against the wall and use pain to stop pain.

The images of prayer that came from different people caused an uncontrollable and terrifying dizziness to rise within him. It was as though he were walking at the edge of an abyss, about to fall at any moment.

If not for the Black Emperor card and Azik’s copper whistle reinforcing his spirit body, and if not for his usual familiarity with the sensation of being prayed to, then any non-demigod Sequence Beyonder in his place would already have lost control outright, collapsing in agony, mutating into a monster or disintegrating into flesh and blood.

All the Beyonder characteristics here have used that serpent fang to fuse into a Sealed Artifact, and its danger level and negative effects far exceed Grade 2… Klein did not advance blindly. Instead, he retreated a few steps, leaving the area where the prayers were most concentrated and easing the pain and vertigo that threatened to tear his spirit body apart.

Standing beside Kalvetua’s sludge-like remains, he stared at the white scepter inserted into the half-toppled pillar and began considering how to take it away.

At the same time, in his heart, he naturally gave this Sealed Artifact a name:

Sea God Scepter!

Judging from my reaction just now, I should barely be able to get close, pull it free, and support myself for a few seconds, but there is no way I can carry and use it for long… Still, that is fine. The moment I obtain it, I can end the summoning and return above the gray fog. There, I can effectively block those thousands upon thousands of prayers and whatever negative effects I do not yet understand, allowing me to study it safely… Klein soon had a plan.

There was no need to toss a coin again. In his Wraith state, he could instinctively communicate with the spirit world and obtain revelations.

His spiritual intuition told him that the danger was not great.

Having made his decision, Klein began cleaning up the aftermath while conveniently checking what could be found in the ancient elven ruins.

First, he walked to a corner, picked up the translucent Biological Poison Bottle, screwed the cap back on, and tucked it into his body. Then, as he turned back, he discovered that beneath Kalvetua’s rotten-mud-like remains, an iron cigarette case was half hidden and half exposed.

This… I thought Kalvetua swallowed it into his stomach and that it had already been corroded into dregs… Klein clicked his tongue in surprise and quickly walked over.

Because the electric currents scattered through the seawater had left him somewhat numb, he lifted his right hand slightly and made the iron cigarette case slowly float upward on its own, landing in his palm.

Sweeping his gaze over it, Klein saw that its surface was covered in signs of corrosion, but it was still barely usable. As for the other objects that had been sucked away by the seawater vortex back then, not the slightest trace remained.

Was it the aura of the gray fog that made Kalvetua uncomfortable, causing him to spit it out on the spot? Or did the cigarette case undergo a certain mutation, making it corrode more slowly and allowing it to last until Kalvetua died? Puzzled, Klein casually placed the cigarette case into his body, planning to study it after leaving.

In a situation like this, every second mattered. He could not afford the slightest delay, because Klein had no idea when the Church of Storms and the kingdom’s military might find this place.

Making a wide circle around the half-toppled pillar, he entered the back portion of the almost entirely collapsed hall.

There should originally have been many murals here, but as the walls were destroyed, they had shattered and vanished. Klein flew all the way to the end before…