The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 600: Volume 15: Thunder Shakes the Ground - 18: Three Hundred Years of Waiting

Chapter 600: Volume 15: Thunder Shakes the Ground Chapter 18: Three Hundred Years of Waiting

The giant zombie, once frozen stiff as ice, suddenly regained the ability to move. Although it still could not be as agile as under normal circumstances, the mere fact that its body could move meant it no longer stood like an ice block awaiting shattering by the Dragon Spear. The force of the incoming Dragon Spear seemed to be diverted off-course by some sudden external force, striking the giant zombie’s shoulder obliquely.

Shatima, who had intended to smash his opponent into countless pieces with a single strike, was momentarily taken aback. He felt only a cold chill entwining him, gripping his body like sticky mud, preventing any movement. Startled and panic-stricken, Shatima had no time to think further. He roared angrily and jerked his body backward violently, as if trying to break free from some kind of restraint, flying backward, but the shadowy aura that followed him like a curse could not be shaken off. It clung to him tightly and even seemed to gradually seep into his body.

Komer had sensed something was wrong the moment the Charming Spirit appeared. Although this spirit did not have a physical body, it still existed as an intangible form of energy that could transmit its power through air as a medium. Yet its lack of a substantial body imposed many restrictions on it, so it was not omnipotent.

"Lome! Cast the Holy Light Purification Spell!" Komer could no longer control his emotions and virtually roared the command. If things continued this way, his group would sooner or later perish at the hands of this deranged lunatic. The two giant zombies alone were enough to take everyone’s lives, not to mention the Soul Eating Gnomes and Black Warriors bolstering their ranks!

Lome, who had remained hidden behind Komer, had already pushed his mana to the limit. As Komer’s words fell, a series of Light Balls burst forth one after another in the sky above the square, the silver-white sacred flame shining like the rising moon and instantly illuminating the entire darkness!

Komer could clearly feel the agonized screams transmitted through the psychic link from the opponent, clearly indicating that even the spirit suffered damage under the cleansing of the Holy Light. No matter how cunning and devious she was, she had to retreat from the primal counteracting magic and hide back into the darkness.

"Kid, quite interesting, daring to use the Church of Light’s magic to harm me! But this is just the beginning. We still have more to play for. That Ice Dragon, I’m going to use its dragon skin to make a drum, its dragon tendons for a whip. I have no intention of giving it the dignified status of a dragon zombie—it almost destroyed my Beamon warriors! Kid, the next act is about to begin!"

Another wave of psychic communication came through, and Komer realized the opponent was about to launch another offensive. The giant zombie that Shatima had knocked down had narrowly escaped destruction at the last moment. Komer didn’t know how the spirit had managed to thaw the giant zombie’s body so quickly, as it would have shattered just as surely from the fall otherwise. Now, there was merely a hole in the zombie’s left shoulder, its body a bit stiff, but it was healing rapidly, while the other giant zombie picked up its pace to overtake its wounded counterpart and lunged forward!

"Uh, can you hold on a moment? I have something I want to communicate with you!" Komer seized the moment to send his intent, needing to stop the opponent’s offensive momentum, for if the situation continued as it was, his side would not last much longer.

"Kid, trying to buy time with a trick? I’m not falling for that!" came the arrogant reply, which frustrated Komer.

"No, you can surely see under these circumstances that stalling makes no difference than fighting right away. Waiting a little will not cause you any substantial loss. I want to talk to you about the person you’ve been waiting for!"

Komer had to take a risk. The stone carvings in the passages, the murals, and the aura he’d encountered in this dark world gave him a strangely familiar feeling. He racked his brain but could not imagine when he could be connected to these things. His mere decade-plus of life experience had few noteworthy adventures, and even those he had during his three years of exile bore no relation to what was unfolding before him. So why had he this weird sensation? It appeared that except for the memories of Kennifer III, he could not explain this phenomenon.

"What?!" The opponent’s reaction was indeed vehement and sensitive, then immediately turned to anger, "Kid, you have a knack for understanding people’s psychology, you’ve guessed that I’m waiting for someone. Indeed, I am waiting for someone, but it has nothing to do with you. You think you can pose as him with that little Dark Power? How ludicrous."

"Elder, I see no need to boast here. Whether I’m bluffing or not, you are about to find out, right? Waiting a bit longer seems to cost you nothing substantial." By now, Komer had completely calmed down. He gestured to Rebry and Mihailovich with his eyes, signaling them to be highly vigilant and ready for combat at any moment, while also hoping to prevent the deadly struggle from escalating further at the last second.

"Fine, I’ll take your word for it this time. I want to see what tricks you can pull off momentarily," the opponent seemed hesitant as well. Waiting for a hundred years, if there truly lies that slim hope within the nebulous, it might indeed allow oneself to escape the sea of suffering and see the light of day once again. The situation is completely under control; there’s no fear that the other party could possess any power against the sky.

"Alright then, senior, please wait a moment while I prepare." At this moment, Komer’s expression was solemn as he silently channeled his spiritual power, gradually entering a meditative state, striving to uncover that trace of memory hidden in the corners of his own mind’s space. The memory of Kennifer III, after undergoing the magic crystal metamorphosis, had become challenging to surface in his dreams randomly—except when faced with a particular kind of stimulus. Now, it seemed to be a matter of life and death, and he had to replicate the scenes from Kennifer III’s memory and transmit them through psychic transmission. Only in this way could he make the other party understand his true origin.

Rebry and Mihailovich didn’t understand why Komer would suddenly enter a meditative state at this time. However, to their surprise, the undead that had previously been swarming over suddenly stopped in their tracks, as if receiving a unified command, and maintained a defensive posture on the spot. This scene made Rebry and Mihailovich realize that it must be related to the mysterious lord’s meditation. However, no matter what, they could not fathom how meditation alone could halt the undead, which was altogether too incredible.

Scenes of darkness slowly emerged in the corners of the mind: Giants, flying dragons, zombies, skeletons, elves, puppets, the light mentors who held holy swords and chanted sacred hymns, the dark swordsmen whose sword qi crisscrossed the skies, the unruly Beamon warriors, the invincible barbarian leaders, the grand holy and demonic war. Right and wrong, countless images merged into one beautiful, holy, yet indistinct silhouette. The figure of Kennifer III, proud and distinguished, slowly faded at the junction of light and darkness.

"No, Your Majesty, you can’t go! Boo hoo, no, you can’t leave us behind, can’t leave your citizens! Boo hoo, aargh! We must have revenge!" A frenzied emotion transmitted from the other’s disordered thoughts. It was then that Komer could truly let go, heaving a sigh of relief. His gamble seemed to have paid off. Indeed, this spirit must have a profound connection with Kennifer III. However, three hundred years had passed; everything had changed, and nobody could be sure of anything anymore.

The entire underground square seemed to quieten down little by little. Perhaps without commands from their master, the undead appeared exceptionally calm, but their innate vigilance kept them ready for combat at any moment. This peculiar and awkward scene looked somewhat discordant. All eyes converged on Komer as he slowly opened his eyes. Having completed his meditation, even his gaze seemed deeper, as if savoring the aftertaste of thoughts worth pondering from his mediation.

A moment of silence followed—the opponent’s psychic transmission seemed suddenly cut off. However, Komer wasn’t worried about any sudden moves from the other party. At least until they understood the details about him, they would definitely not act against him.

"Kid, you’re impressive. You’ve succeeded; you’ve moved me. I have to admit that not only do you possess the power of Dark Origin, but you also have strong mental magic. Being so young and able to achieve this is not easy; it’s indeed once in a hundred years. However, this doesn’t prove anything. I was somewhat out of line just now. Maybe it was your performance—or should I say, illusion magic—that drew my attention. Unless you can provide enough evidence to prove it, otherwise, the next step for you and your companions is still to become zombies!"

The transmitted feeling became somewhat fierce and tyrannical, possibly agitated by the scenes just witnessed. The messages from this spirit became somewhat disordered. But Komer knew the other party was not bluffing.

"Of course, there’s evidence. But do you need physical evidence, or a performance as proof?" Komer appeared relaxed, as if everything was well within his grasp.

"You’ve put on a successful show. I always have this feeling that you are performing. Perhaps I am being impolite right now, but after you prove yourself, I’m willing to prostrate before you and lick your feet clean. However, if you have toyed with me, I will make you regret coming to this world. You will feel that being a zombie is the ultimate pleasure! If you admit to your lies right now, I am still willing to give you a chance to become a zombie."

Perhaps it was the wait and expectation of hundreds of years that made this spirit somewhat gain and lose, even its own thought process became somewhat chaotic—now flattering, now threatening. This made Komer almost unable to hold back his laughter.

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