Throne of Magical Arcana

Chapter 89: The Anger of the Night Watchers

Translator: Kris_Liu Editor: Vermillion

After leaving the line of words, Lucien checked the body carefully and found two magic items, which luckily remained intact from the fierce battle.

One was a dark red bracelet, woven by some sort of fine red plant fiber. Although it looked rather plain, the bracelet possessed a great power of illusory flame that surprised Lucien quite a bit when he was examining it with his spiritual power. He believed that this bracelet was even more powerful than his Ice Revenger, and the bracelet was at least a level two high-ranked magic item.

The other thing Lucien found was an iron black dagger, that felt very cold and sharp.

Lucien put the bracelet and the dagger into the pockets of his robe. Standing up and looking around, he was quite sure that he could still find more magic items from these dead bodies scattered everywhere. In the next second, however, Lucien quickly dispelled this idea, warning himself not to be greedy.

After crossing the river, Lucien found a place for a short rest in the Black Forest to recover his spiritual and physical power. During the break, he registered the inner magic structures of the flail, the bracelet and the iron black dagger in his spirit library for a detailed analysis later.

Then, Lucien buried the flail under a weird-shaped big cedar, and hid the bracelet and the dagger underneath a big rock.

Without a deeper analysis, Lucien could not make sure that the magic items were clean and safe. If there were any trailing or locating marks on them and if Lucien just took them back home carelessly, these things would become his catastrophe.

...

Larnaca Canyon.

In a dark corner in the canyon, Angola was grabbed by the neck and lifted up by a long and fair hand. The seemingly delicate hand was doing the job easily, as if it was picking up a little mouse, instead of a level seven great priest.

"You can’t kill me! You don’t have to...!" Angola’s voice squeezed out from his throat, filled with great fear and surprise.

"Well... Unfortunately, I’m afraid I have to." The voice was was soft and sweet, "It’s very impressive that you could escape from Amelton, one of the top three experts in tracking in the duchy. However, you still represent a great danger to us. If she finds you, all of us will be in deep trouble."

"No, that’s just your excuse!" cried Angola, "We share the same goal... and we shall find the...!"

"That’s enough, Angola. I’m fed up with the awful sulphur smell in the evil blood you all have." The soft voice cut him off, "You think we are allies? Don’t be silly. I’ve changed my mind and I don’t want to be a part of it anymore."

"Are you insane?! You can’t!" Angola’s voice came out from his throat with great difficulty, "You’ll be punished!"

"None of your business." The beautiful long hand tightened a bit, and Angola’s body started to get dehydrated very fast. In the next second, the body exploded silently into fine, light yellow powder that spread through the air.

"I can share a piece of news with you, for free, Angola... since you’re dead already," said the soft voice, "Hathaway will soon be back from the secret dimension."

Then, the beautiful pale hand disappeared in the darkness.

Two minutes later, a woman in cardinal clothes arrived. Floating in the air and looking around, her eyes were cold in contrast with her bright red rob.

"Angola disappeared... completely?" She murmured in a low voice.

...

Running at full speed in the Black Forest, Lucien was like a white shadow.

Twenty minutes later, he saw the manor of House Hayne. Lights were still on, and music was still playing. The big party was still going on around the midnight.

And like what he was expecting, the heretic who had been trailing him all the time was still there observing the manor, but now it was Lucien that was watching him from behind.

If this heretic was caught by the Church, Lucien would be in trouble for lying about how he awoke his Blessing.

As he was very close to the manor, Lucien needed to finish the heretic as quietly as possible. After estimating the heretic’s level, he slowly approached him and silently activated Darkness silently.

The heretic looked very confused for a second, as all the light suddenly disappeared and the pure darkness pressed on his head. Then he sensed the magic wave coming from behind him. He was under attack!

Because of Lucien’s Dark Vision, the spell did not affect him at all.

Before the heretic could see anything, Lucien’s hands had already reached his neck.

"Crack."

And that was the last thing the heretic heard in this world.

...

Clown, Canon Holder, Lend, Juliana and Minsk gathered in front of the cabin. After the bitter fight, the great depression and tiredness on their faces were impossible to hide. When the night watchers were searching the underground complex and chasing the heretics, they were silently immersed in their mourning.

Only five night watchers survived the battle, out of thirty, who were all excellent and brave warriors in fighting against the darkness and evil. The five night watchers’ guts were burning with anger and grief.

"Clown... Can you come and have a look?" Juliana noticed something on Fire Wolf’s body.

"THE END OF THE BETRAYER. PROFESSOR."

The scarlet words were like sharp knives stabbing in the five night watchers’ hearts. Their anger almost burst out from their chests.

It was this bloody Professor who did all of this. It was him who set this horrible trap!

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