Chapter 20: Transcendent Master

A dozen minutes later.

Bloodstains and broken limbs and remains were strewn throughout the entire town.

“Pfft!”

Fabrik Hals, spitting a mouthful of blood, collapsed face-first onto the muddy ground.

Even in death, he could not believe it.

How could this second-rank witch, whose strength had not been too formidable yesterday, have grown so enormously in such a short time?

Their entire squad of over thirty people had been utterly slaughtered by her alone, this second-rank witch.

Pulling Fabrik Hals’s heart from his chest, Elia tossed it onto the muddy ground.

The blood clinging to her arm was quickly absorbed by Elia to restore her stamina.

In this battle, even with the covert help of that powerful lord many times, she had fought with great difficulty.

Fortunately, in the end, she had achieved the final victory.

Having killed these church knights and clergy, Elia immediately strode murderously toward a nearby house. She did not intend to spare those humans who had screamed hoarsely to burn her to death.

She had never harmed anyone here; she only wanted to hunt some dark creatures and supernatural beings to obtain blood to enhance her own strength. Yet those ignorant people wanted to kill her.

“Enough.”

A soft voice came, causing Elia to stop in her tracks.

Elia turned around to look at that lord.

What met her eyes was a mysterious figure in a black robe, shrouded in black mist, his features unclear.

“The residents here are innocent; they are also victims,” Gune said softly.

“Yes, my lord,” Elia nodded slightly.

“May I ask your name, my lord?” Elia asked softly.

“Blood Mist,” Gune said softly.

This was clearly not his real name, but Elia dared not ask further.

“Thank you, Lord Blood Mist, for saving my life. Elia is willing to follow you,” Elia said in a deep voice, her tone very resolute.

He could effortlessly provide her with a large amount of sixth-rank supernatural blood, and his many methods were beyond imagination.

It was clear that the Blood Mist Lord before her was a powerful transcendent master.

To be able to follow such a transcendent master was a dream for many.

“Your talent is quite good, and your transcendent profession is formidable, but your own rank is still too low,” Gune said softly.

As he spoke, Gune raised his hand, and a transcendent storage ring flew straight to Alia.

“Inside, there are enough resources to allow you to grow to the sixth rank of transcendence.”

“Also, using the incantations of the spell scrolls I placed inside, you can enter the Blood Dream Arena.”

“Enter the Blood Dream Arena?” Alia was startled.

The Blood Dream Arena had caused a great stir in the Oya Continent half a year ago.

Whether for dueling other transcendents or gathering information, it was an excellent place.

It was said that many transcendents from various factions wanted to enter the Blood Dream Arena.

But the qualification to enter the Blood Dream Arena was too difficult to obtain.

As a result, the corpses of many transcendents, wild transcendent creatures, and marine creatures—once ignored—had become hot commodities.

Yet even so, the number of transcendents able to enter the Blood Dream Arena was dwindling.

The quantity of offerings, it was said, had risen astonishingly recently.

After all, the Blood Dream Arena was only so big, and it was said that many areas were now quite crowded upon entry.

However, Alia had vaguely heard that since the Blood Dream Elves took control of the arena, it had begun to expand continuously.

Alia never expected that this mysterious “Blood Mist Master” could directly grant her the qualification to enter the Blood Dream Arena.

“Since you know of the Blood Dream Arena, I won’t waste words,” Gune said softly.

“There, you can spar with more experts, which will help improve your combat skills.”

“And if you run into trouble, recite the incantation I gave you, and I will sense it.”

“Alright, leave here quickly. I have important matters to attend to.”

After giving these instructions, Gune said softly.

“Yes, Lord Blood Mist.”

Clutching the transcendent ring tightly, Alia nodded solemnly.

Then her form turned into a patch of blood mist and vanished swiftly.

Gazing at the direction where Alia had disappeared.

Gune also turned and left.

Through the battle just now, Gune discovered that this girl named Ailia indeed possessed considerable combat talent; she was a good transcendent, worth cultivating.

As he moved forward, Gune entered a state of concealment and began to digest the souls of the many knights and that steward.

While Ailia was fighting, Gune had secretly devoured the souls of many members of the War Church.

Originally, Gune's goal in coming to this town was to capture some members of the War Church and digest their souls to obtain information.

This girl named Ailia was just encountered by chance; it could only be said that she was very lucky.

After some digestion, Gune's brow twitched slightly.

Is there only one sub-cathedral bishop guarding this Navburg parish?

Even the archbishop of the sub-cathedral has left?

Through their souls, it is indeed evident that they have suffered heavy losses on the battlefield during this period, forcing them to transfer extraordinary masters from these remote areas to hold the front line against the attacks.

Otherwise, if the front line collapses, the power of the Extraordinary Association will surge straight in, and the rule of the Southern Church will be in jeopardy.

In that case, Gune narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Causing trouble behind them at this moment might actually create a greater impact."

"Let's start with that seventh-rank diocesan bishop of the Naffburg parish." Gune pondered silently.

……

Naffburg Parish.

Naffburg Castle was the core of this parish.

Carlos Radner stood at the oriel window, looking outside.

Amid the howling wind, snowflakes had begun to fall sporadically.

Carlos Radner remembered that last year, near October, it hadn't snowed yet; this year, the snow season seemed to have come earlier than usual.

"Lord Carlos." The voice of the captain of the guard sounded from outside the door.

"Enter." Carlos Radner's slightly magnetic voice rang out.

The one who entered was a woman of well-proportioned figure, clad in gray armor that perfectly accentuated her form.

"What is it?" Carlos Radner asked softly.

"There are some recent events in the parish that I need to report to you."

"First, there is a horrifying witch incident that occurred in the border town of Ulu."

The female transcendent began to narrate.

"A witch was captured and burned at the stake, but instead of dying, she recovered her strength in the flames. Then that witch killed over thirty members of a team that included several fourth-order church knights."

"And before that, the witch had already killed over a dozen members of that team."

"At the same time, according to the believers there, the witch seems to have accomplices."

"Accomplices?"

"Yes, a mysterious figure shrouded in mist."

"I have already dispatched the church's Shadow Stalkers to investigate this matter. If they can find any clues, they should be able to capture that witch."

"Mm." Carlos Radner nodded indifferently.

After a moment's thought, the female captain of the guard continued.

"Also, recently, some dark creatures have been appearing in many garrison areas. There is even a pack of dark werewolves with a seemingly intelligent werewolf as their leader. They have already clashed with three of our war knight squads that include high-order knights in our diocese."

"And the result of the battles... all three squads with high-order knights were completely annihilated, with no survivors."

"Oh?" Carlos Radner raised an eyebrow this time.

Three encounters, all ending in complete annihilation.

"Preliminary suspicions point to a leader at the peak of the sixth order of transcendence, or even an existence as peculiar as a lord."

"And such an existence, within the diocese,恐怕 only you can deal with." The female captain of the guard said.

"Find the trail of these dark werewolves, then tell me, and I will personally eliminate this so-called dark werewolf leader and lord."

"Yes!" The female captain of the guard replied crisply.

"Is there anything else?"

"Nothing for now."

"Alright, you may leave."

Soon, the female captain of the guard had withdrawn and closed the door.

After a full two or three minutes.

Carlos Radner's magnetic voice sounded softly.

"You, sir, have gone to such lengths to conceal your tracks and visit me. May I ask what business you have?"

At the same time, Carlos Radner turned to look at the fish tank by the door.