Yarra’s Adventure Notes
Chapter 1177 - 289: So he died

Chapter 1177: Chapter 289: So he died

"Stay calm." Fortunately, there was a male moribund, and just a few seconds later, as both the dagger and the one-handed sword were about to simultaneously pierce into their bodies, the male moribund finally found an opportunity. He slammed into the side of his comrade, causing both their attacks to miss and knocking her away from Pannis. Only then did he exhale in relief, standing in front of his comrade with his back to her, he sternly said, "Don’t be fooled by him. He’s clearly targeting you on purpose, aiming to enrage you and make you lose your sanity. If you really go along with his pace, I’m afraid you’ll never get the chance to exact revenge on Herr."

"Tsk, tsk, what a pity." Pannis licked the droplet of blood that had trickled to his mouth. The few seconds of intense fighting had left a shallow cut on his face from the enemy’s dagger, but he made no effort to wipe it away, instead he said with a look of regret, "It seems I underestimated you. Your Combat Experience over the years hasn’t been completely stagnant; at least you’ve realized I was deliberately provoking you."

"Do you really think we’re idiots?" The male moribund sneered, "Nora, calm down before you rejoin the fight. Your current mental state isn’t suitable to continue with the plan."

"I understand." The female moribund called Nora nodded with a dark expression and stepped back toward the altar. It seemed that the closer they got to the altar, the quicker their Power of Death regenerated. Stopping in front of the altar, Nora said coldly, "Don’t worry about me. I can adjust myself quickly."

"I hope that is indeed the case." The male moribund’s eyes were fixed on Pannis’s movements, cautiously retreating step by step back towards the altar. It appeared they had decided to suppress Pannis’s strength by taking advantage of their numerical superiority, thus avoiding engaging him in one-on-one combat. I had to admit, it was an extremely effective tactic. Even though Pannis, having recovered to his peak condition, no longer needed to adopt the near-self-destructive attacks that he had used in his past fight with Herr, being assaulted by two formidable enemies was suffocating him in the same way Herr had felt on the icy plains. This fight was nearly a replay of that previous battle, except the roles had been reversed, and clearly, they had no intention of giving him a chance to turn the tables on this numerical disadvantage.

"You understand, but I understand as well." Pannis, seemingly unconcerned by the unfavorable situation, casually propped his one-handed sword on his shoulder and spoke with an air of ease, "Your performance has given me a rough idea of how this ritual is conducted."

"You figured it out?" The male moribund’s expression grew tense as he spoke with a bit of nervousness, "Is there even a need to guess? Killing you is naturally how the ritual will be completed."

"No wonder you chose me as the final offering for the ritual." Pannis completely ignored what the moribund had said, continuing on his own tangent, "I carry Danacus’s Death Curse and have battled him face-to-face. That is to say, my entanglement with the Realm of the Dead is the deepest. Your aim is to use my soul as a bridge to connect the two worlds, joining the Realm of the Dead and The Living World. As for the method of connection, I had been unclear about it before, but now I finally understand your plans. You plan to exploit the Death Curse that festers within me, or rather, my Undead-attribute, with the aim to kill me repeatedly instead of executing me outright. Am I correct?"

The two moribunds exchanged glances, attempting to regain their composure, but they couldn’t hide the surprise on their faces.

"It seems you’ve thoroughly studied my way of fighting over the years, knowing that to achieve victory I wouldn’t mind dying a few times." Pannis had already gleaned an affirmative response from the moribunds’ expressions and smiled, "I presume that if I had fought in my usual manner, I would have already fallen into your trap, right? The most basic bridge would have been constructed after I died a few times, wouldn’t it? Let me take a guess, probably just once, right? As soon as I die once, the Death Curse within my soul will resonate with Danacus, and his Divine Power will extend into The Living World using the power of the ritual, planting the seed for the reopening of Death’s Gate. Of course, after this, you’d try to kill me over and over again. With each death, my soul would weaken a little more, and this bridge would become increasingly stable, until the energy of the Death Curse is completely exhausted in the resonance, meaning that Death’s Gate is fully reopened."

"In our plan, you were supposed to launch attacks recklessly from the beginning," the male moribund said with a straight face. "We even deliberately transmitted vague information to Matilda. We told her there was a way to deplete your Death Curse, leaving you with only a few resurrections. After much contemplation, we were convinced that upon learning this, you were very likely to use these few resurrections to take down one of us, rather than dying over and over in an endless War of Attrition, depleted of energy for nothing. To increase the likelihood of your taking that action, we even let you see that we could extract the Power of Death from the four of them to replenish ourselves, precisely to make you realize that there was no chance in a War of Attrition."

"So, it was indeed a close call, and I almost fell for it," Pannis said, losing his smile and speaking seriously, "Even though you’re enemies, I must admit that the likelihood of success for your plan was indeed very high. If not for my return to full strength during the fight with Philarx, I might have no other option but to trade deaths for opportunities, as you had guessed."

"Even having recovered your original strength, that was your plan initially, wasn’t it?" the male moribund asserted. "Your actions were inconsistent, and I would very much like to know what made you change your original plan?"

"Because I found a way to break the stalemate without dying." Pannis raised his long sword again, pointing it at Nora, who stood beside the male moribund, and said softly, "If I kill her now, I can even out the playing field. This way, there’s no need to die several times."

"Kill me? Are you sure?" Nora exchanged a surprised glance with her comrade, "You’re sure you can kill me without daring to exploit death?"

"I once said the same thing to a Danacus’s disciple." Pannis slowly bent forward, like a cheetah ready to pounce on its chosen target, his one-handed sword charged with power as he stared unwaveringly at Nora’s body, speaking in a voice laden with an imposing force, "But unfortunately, he didn’t believe me, and so, he died."