Chapter 99

Chapter 99 No One Will Die, I Promise You (5.5k)

“Your Highness, the entire Soren Mountain Range and a twenty-thousand-meter radius surrounding it are currently under full lockdown.”

“Got it.”

Staring at the dark entrance embedded in the mountainside, Ivyst said calmly.

After a moment of silence, she suddenly turned back to look at the subordinates behind her.

Afia, Morris, and the others were all there, and even Rhine and Greya from Augusta Manor made an appearance.

Not to mention Duke Tilius had also brought a large number of troops, waiting outside the entrance to the underground relic.

Everyone’s goal today was to complete the temporary mission assigned by Sixth Saint Roland.

What’s more, even the churches from Orlen City sent many Transcendents to participate.

Strangely enough, the once-chaotic Church of Heavenly Justice seemed to have restored order, gathering over a hundred Transcendents within a short time and also standing by.

This could perhaps be linked to the Second Prince Felix.

Of course, being the main force of this mission, only Ivyst and a few others were truly close to the target underground relic.

The church clergy and Transcendents were merely there to block off any potential inherent contamination, waiting far away in the Soren Mountain Range.

“You all wait outside,” Ivyst said calmly. “This mission only requires me.”

If it weren’t for Sixth Saint Roland promising enough benefits, she wouldn’t have brought these subordinates here.

If she could complete the mission alone while allowing everyone to receive medals and accolades, that would certainly be a sweet deal.

“Your Highness, do you really not need our help?”

Afia asked with a worried look as she stepped forward.

Ivyst gently patted her head, “No need, what can a Third Stage do?”

Though she said that, the real reason was just that she didn’t want her subordinates to get hurt.

Upon hearing this, Afia’s lips pouted, then she withdrew into the crowd.

“Well, then, I wish you success on your mission,” Duke Tilius said.

Ivyst nodded slightly and turned to enter the underground relic.

Seeing this, Greya finally relaxed.

Wiping his sweat, he whispered to his brother Rhine beside him, “Bro, why are those church people participating in this mission? Why are they so wary of us?”

Rhine shot him a glance but said nothing.

Seeing this, Greya was not annoyed: “According to that guy Lynn, unusual occurrences always have something fishy behind them.”

“Could it be that the real classification of that sealed item isn’t just Level 2, but actually higher than we think?”

“Shut up.”

In the cellar, Milani was checking the containment situation of various sealed items as usual.

As a Third Stage Transcendent who believed in “Holy Insight,” she, like the current Lynn, lacked any combat capability, but had maxed out her talents in research and sealed items.

While humming a little tune, she wandered around.

Suddenly, Milani seemed to remember something and touched her chest.

A look of surprise appeared on her face: “I forgot to get the necklace back.”

She shook her head, subconsciously recalling Lynn’s cheerful face, and for a moment didn’t know what to say.

Just then, strange sounds suddenly came from a nearby containment room.

Milani frowned and leaned in to listen for a moment.

Then she vaguely detected a sound akin to a mix of dirt and water churning, making a “gurgling” noise.

Milani glanced at the containment room number, and her expression became serious.

3-0098 — the room containing the Torture Chair.

By itself, this containment item wasn’t a big deal; the conditions for it were quite simple.

The key was the person sitting in the chair.

Previously, after the princess destroyed the Creation Sect, she killed most of its members but left a batch of higher-ups behind for interrogation.

Since no effective information was obtained, it was temporarily set aside.

At this very moment, the one bound to the Torture Chair was the Grand Priest of the Creation Sect, Ascane Procott.

As the sect’s leader, he was naturally afforded the most attention.

Milani hesitated for a moment, then pulled out the key and unlocked the door.

Upon seeing the situation in the room, she froze.

The Grand Priest, who should have been sitting in the chair receiving its treatment, had somehow transformed into a puddle of writhing black mud.

Though it still retained a hint of human shape, it had clearly lost consciousness and reason.

Wait, this isn’t him!

It’s a split!

Staring at the puddle of black mud, a chilling sense of dread suddenly washed over Milani.

If this isn’t Ascane Procott himself, then where is he right now?

Could it be…

Following the memories from her last visit, Ivyst soon navigated through layers of obstacles and traps, arriving at the central palace of the underground relic.

It resembled a vast natural cave, only hastily repaired; many areas still bore the hanging stalactites formed by the passage of time.

Ivyst focused her attention on the object atop the high platform in the center of the hall.

Looking closely, she saw a somewhat worn pottery jar standing right in the middle of the platform.

The jar appeared ancient, even rudimentary.

Only a smiling female face with closed eyes was intricately carved in the center of the jar.

According to memory, this female visage seemed somewhat similar to the Creation Goddess statue that had been destroyed earlier.

Moreover, the rough wall behind it appeared to have some incomplete murals, depicting a group of people worshiping this jar.

In short, the overly quiet palace exuded an eerie atmosphere.

However, Ivyst was not afraid of these things.

She decided to strike quickly.

The next moment, with a flicker of her figure, Ivyst in her black dress instantly arrived at the center of the high platform.

Lowering her gaze, she noticed some hasty patterns and matrices etched into the ground around the jar.

Ivyst raised her right hand, which glimmered with red light.

She attempted to manipulate the seemingly unremarkable pottery jar to fly into her palm.

But, just like last time, although it appeared to be an ordinary object, her Transcendent power could not budge it an inch.

Carrying it out was impossible.

It seemed that she had to devour its rules and properties on the spot.

Ivyst’s expression was indifferent.

However, this was an integral part of her plan for today.

What she needed to do was actually quite simple.

Ivyst took a deep breath, her invisible momentum spreading outwards.

The next second, her black hair began floating without wind, her already crimson pupils deepening, subtly gleaming like an unfolding cosmic star map.

As the scarlet field of power gradually filled, layers of murmurs and wails seemed to transcend space and time, echoing in the previously silent underground relic.

“Boom—”

As Ivyst’s internal energy reached its peak, the space around her erupted with a deafening hum!

Simultaneously, those whispers and wails, seemingly from an endless realm of death, turned into tangible power, crazily gathering behind Ivyst!

Moments later, a massive door entwined with infinite chains of order quietly descended here.

“Creak!”

In an instant, Ivyst’s body flew into the air.

Accompanied by a chant mixed with ancient spells, this blood door, as if to contain the entire mountain range, suddenly opened with a booming sound, alongside a shower of splintered chains that broke free of their restraints!

Behind the door existed a world gathered from the crashing tides of blood!

At this moment, Ivyst’s eyes shone with crimson light, floating in the air like a stunning Valkyrie.

The powerful Sixth Stage aura merely spilled over slightly, shaking the entire mountain range, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

She majestically and sternly issued her command.

“Devour.”

In the midst of the overwhelming screams and sobs, the red energy from the River of Death surged towards the center of the door, like an uncontrollable black hole vortex, aiming to destroy everything!

Under such a terrifying might, the previously quaint and calm Wishing Jar finally began to change.

It… started to sway precariously beneath such terrible and fierce tearing strength.

The already cracked surface of the clay began to shatter!

“Gurgle gurgle—”

As a sealed item, its autonomous consciousness finally awakened.

With a strange noise, black sludge began to pour from the previously empty pottery jar, writhing as if it possessed its own intelligence, escaping in all directions.

“Trying to run?”

Ivyst’s expression turned stern, like an untouchable goddess. With a gentle wave of her elegant hand, those blacks sludge trying to disperse suddenly took to the air, collectively flowing into the Blood Door.

It seemed to be a sealed item of about Level 2 to 1.

It looked like she could wake up earlier than she had imagined.

A figure instinctively appeared in Ivyst’s mind.

Just then, a cold and vengeful female voice suddenly echoed in her head.

“Your first wish has been received.”

The next second, along with the surge of black sludge, a completely naked figure appeared next to the pottery jar.

Ivyst looked down and found it was a handsome male figure with dog ears and a tail, with black hair and blue eyes—seemingly attractive yet exuding a revolting vibe.

In an instant, a wave of utter disgust washed over her. Without moving a finger, Ivyst shot the copy of Lynn a murderous glare.

In a mere moment, it exploded into a downpour of black rain.

The Wishing Jar.

Even if you didn’t speak, it would read your inner thoughts and realize them in the worst possible way.

Everyone was limited to three wishes.

It had to be eliminated quickly.

Ivyst frowned and coldly gazed at the smiling female face on the jar.

The next second, that previously resentful voice rang out once more.

“Your second wish has been received.”

“Boom—!!”

With a blast, the jar, poised to crumble, shattered into countless fragments, scattering across the ground.

But soon, as if drawn by some mysterious force, they reassembled, reforming into its original shape, as if time had reversed.

It had read Ivyst’s wish to destroy it and brought it to fruition.

Not good!

The next was the third wish!

Although the first two hadn’t caused her any real harm, Ivyst’s sixth sense warned her.

If that wish were successfully realized, something gravely consequential would ensue.

The next moment, she instantly activated full power, unleashing her potent aura once again, wrapping herself in a tidal wave of crimson Transcendent energy, like a deity descending.

The Blood Door expanded once more, its devouring gravity tearing the land apart, causing it to collapse with a deafening roar!

At that moment, the Wishing Jar found itself unable to resist Ivyst’s unreasonable might, trembling as it flew toward the massive door in the sky.

But just then, Ivyst suddenly noticed something unusual.

From a distant corner, a rapid and low chant echoed.

“O Goddess of Creation, who brings forth all living beings, you are the gathering of all spiritual wills in the world, you are the pure and untainted mother of nature, you are the beginning and the end of life, you are…”

She instinctively looked toward the corner.

At that moment, a gaunt man dressed in tattered clerical robes, seeming quite insane, was fervently conducting a strange and sinister prayer ritual.

Ascane Procott!

Grand Priest of the Creation Sect, a Fifth Stage Legendary Transcendent of the “Creation” faith!

In an instant, Ivyst recognized the man’s true identity.

However, he continued to chant without stopping.

“They have desecrated your revered name…”

“They destroyed your statue…”

“They tarnished your scriptures…”

“They…”

An overwhelming sense of crisis surged within her.

“Kill him!”

Ivyst commanded like a blood-soaked queen.

At this moment, her entire being was dyed crimson with Transcendent power, her hair fluttering as she radiated a fierce, yet somewhat eerie and fearsome aura.

With a terrifying shriek, a massive skeletal hand, laden with countless corpses, suddenly reached out from the Blood Door toward Ascane’s location!

“Boom!”

Amidst the explosion of stone and blood, dust slowly settled.

The original Fifth Stage Transcendent Ascane Procott had vanished, replaced by a puddle of meat mixed with brain matter and blood, indistinguishable as a human form.

In a single strike, she crushed a Fifth Stage Legend as effortlessly as squashing an ant!

However, the lingering sense of crisis in Ivyst’s mind did not dissipate.

As she devoured the properties and rules of the Wishing Jar, she kept a close watch on that mass of flesh.

The next second, amidst a writhing motion, a mouth suddenly formed atop what was now indistinguishable meat.

That mouth, embodying the Grand Priest Ascane, intoned the final line of the prayer.

“Your subjects weep for the great and supreme Creation Demon. Please, descend upon us…”

As soon as the words escaped his lips, the smiling female face carved into the center of the jar suddenly twisted into an expression of rage and vengeance!

In an instant, a black pillar of light surged skyward, packed with endless malice and resentment!

Ivyst’s expression shifted dramatically.

Not just her.

At that moment, everyone in the Soren Mountain Range inexplicably witnessed that supernatural phenomenon tearing through the heavens.

Where exactly was the real Ascane Procott?

Staring blankly at that writhing black sludge, Milani stood frozen in place.

Could it be…

The moment this thought crossed her mind, the Third Stage Transcendent, who believed in “Holy Insight,” suddenly sensed an unresistable chill emanating from the northwest direction.

She instinctively dashed out of the cellar, looking up at the overcast sky.

At that moment, a pitch-black beam shot up into the clouds from the direction of the underground relic!

That energy, infused with boundless resentment and malice, even from an unknown distance away, made Milani feel nauseated, her legs trembling uncontrollably.

This… this is definitely not a Level 2 sealed item!

It’s Level 0!

Unquestionably Level 0!

Not even a few exist within the entire Saint Roland Empire!

This is bad!

In an instant, an ominous thought invaded her mind.

According to the false intel provided by Sixth Saint Roland, it was highly likely that the princess had already begun the process of devouring that Level 0 sealed item!

This process was irreversible and could not be interrupted unless the individual sustained extreme harm!

Or, if successful in devouring it, the princess could lose herself in the powerful properties and rules of the Level 0 sealed item, possibly transforming into something neither human nor ghost!

No matter which outcome, it was something Milani desperately wanted to avoid.

She had to alert them quickly!

Gazing at that terrible and ominous black pillar, Milani’s heart filled with despair.

Her face turned pale as she stumbled toward the exit.

But she knew well that by the time she reached there, everything would be over.

Perhaps everyone would die!

Thinking of this possibility set her nerves on edge.

Just as this thought distracted her, the brown-haired girl, who lacked physical activity, stumbled and fell heavily to the ground.

Her delicate skin immediately broke, blood oozing out.

Yet she did not waver from the pain, gritting her teeth, trying to rise from the floor.

The next second, she suddenly felt a warm embrace wrap around her tiny body, a familiar scent wafting by her nose.

Milani immediately recognized the identity of the person before her.

For some reason, tears began to flow uncontrollably from the corner of her eyes.

“Why… why did you come back?” Milani clutched the fabric of the person’s shoulder tightly, desperately suppressing her despair, “Run! Otherwise, it will all be over.”

“That’s a Level 0 sealed item. We… we were tricked by Sixth Saint Roland.”

“Everyone will die.”

At this moment, although Ivyst was incredibly powerful, she was still not a deity.

Or rather, not even a god would recklessly try to devour a Level 0 sealed item.

The traits and rules contained within, even drawing from some evil being’s strong pollution, could affect their status.

And now, merely a Sixth Stage Half-Divine Ivyst had been sent by her own father to execute a mission tantamount to suicide along with all her subordinates.

Thinking this, Milani pushed against the boy holding her, trying to get him to leave Orlen City as quickly as possible.

If they were a moment too late, the aftermath of a Level 0 sealed item going berserk would be enough to destroy all nearby cities.

“Don’t worry.” Lynn held Milani’s petite body in his arms. “No one will die.”

As he hugged her, he headed toward the cellar.

“You don’t understand what Level 0 sealed items mean, it…”

Lynn interrupted her impassioned plea: “No, I understand very well.”

“It’s precisely because I have unprecedented knowledge of the current situation that I can be confidently certain of this judgment.”

“I won’t make claims about things I’m uncertain of; if I say it, I will ensure it happens.”

“Madam Milani, no one will die, I promise you.”

Three minutes later, after settling the downcast Milani, Lynn appeared in a small containment room.

Ignoring the trembling doll beside him, he directed his gaze toward the ancient wooden box inside.

To deal with the current Level 0 sealed item crisis, he figured he would need to take roughly three preparatory steps.

“Give me a drop of Lynn Bartleon’s blood, and I’ll give you a gold coin.”

Looking at the handwriting that appeared on the note, Lynn took out a needle and gently pricked his fingertip.

In truth, he had been pondering this for quite some time.

As someone trapped by Ivyst, he wondered how he might possess a killing move capable of unleashing tremendous combat power in a short time.

And now, he had arrived at the only answer after much contemplation.

Lynn bent down and wrote another line on the note.

This time, he used his own blood.

“Give me a drop of high-dimensional demon blood, and I’ll set you free.”

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