Yarra’s Adventure Notes
Chapter 727 - 88: Matters that Shouldn’t be Brought Up_1

Chapter 727: Chapter 88: Matters that Shouldn’t be Brought Up_1

The deep, continuous rumbling of explosions echoed over the icy plains. It was the distinctive sound produced by a crystal explosion — an ominous sound that sent chills down one’s spine. Herr suddenly felt a powerful force pounding on his back, incessantly and growing stronger by the second. Eventually, the force became so strong that it broke through his physical defenses and injured him.

Clearly, the explosion was caused by Pannis himself. After Freya was injured and fell seriously ill, her belongings were distributed among the group. Among the parts and precious items Pannis received was also the Energy Crystal that powered the machines. There were twenty crystals in total, carrying the "force" of five thousand and eight thousand Taels respectively. There were even two unstable crystals of a ten thousand Tael rating, their cumulative value nearly reaching a hundred thousand gold coins. Pannis did what he had done in the goblin ruins of Angus Village- he quickly attempted to synthesize each crystal. Given his inexperienced skills at crystal synthesis, it was almost certain to fail, the so-called "intentional" failure was more of a whim than anything substantial.

Failure in crystal synthesis would inevitably lead to an explosion, a universal rule that could not be changed. Consequently, the crystals immediately entered an extremely unstable critical state and would explode violently within seconds. Pannis hid the crystals in his clothes, and in the few seconds before the explosion, he rushed to Herr and held him tightly, positioning the explosion between them. According to common sense, neither the shield strength of a demigod nor the physical strength of a former Triclops matching a demigod’s shields would be harmed by even the largest recorded explosion of a sixty thousand Tael crystal — at most, it would result in significant embarrassment.

But this explosion was different. In the midst of it, Pannis clung tightly to Herr. As the crystals exploded, the force of the blast spread outwards. But because the two were locked together so closely, the shockwave could not dissipate. Any force that hit a side would bounce back, rebounding to become stronger and stronger. The increasing force eventually inflicted damage on both their bodies, but Pannis, seemingly mad, continued to cling tightly to Herr, indifferent to his falling defenses and the severe damage dealt to his demigod body. Correspondingly, Herr was subjected to a similar force as Pannis, feeling the increasing tearing at his back and waist. Still, he could do nothing to halt Pannis’ intention.

At the peak of the shockwave, even Pannis’ strength, amplified through the Aggression, could not hold onto Herr’s body anymore. The colossal force erupted between them, sending them flying in opposite directions. Not only this, but a visible shockwave was also formed on the icy surface, spreading outward. At the center of the shockwave, significant chunks of solid ice were torn apart, some even directly vaporized. The shockwave resembled a mushroom cloud, astonishing the frost spirits watching from a distance.

After the mushroom-like shockwave dissipated, the icy surface was left in disarray. Within a radius of twenty meters, the ice had been reduced by several meters, creating a deep ice hole. Hot vapors formed by the high temperatures continuously rolled upwards from within. Even though no further vaporization occurred within the crater, it was still filled with frightening crack lines. As for Pannis and Herr, they had already been thrown away, rolling clumsily on the ice only after they flew dozens of meters away.

Herr felt dizzy. In his daze, he seemed to have dreamt of his own youth. Bright sunlight, warm breeze, fragrant petals, soft grass, and the scent of ripe wheat in the distance accompanied by hymns sung to the Deity. It was such a beautiful moment — families and friends were close by, and the girl next door who stole his heart. He remembered the aspirations he had back then — to grow up quickly and marry his love. They were supposed to rely on each other, never parting, and let happiness and sweetness accompany them until the end of time.

However, shortly after that, he came across the Church of Danacus and was captivated by the allure hidden within death. From then on, he left his family and the teary-eyed girl behind, took Danacus as his only faith, and left his hometown as a Clergy of the Grimreaper’s Church. He didn’t want to say goodbye forever; he hoped to understand the profound essence of religion and return to his hometown to continue the path he didn’t complete and fulfill the desires he hadn’t yet achieved.

Regrettably, the young him didn’t realize that even with an immortal life, once some people and things are missed, they’re gone forever. When he returned to his hometown after tens of thousands of years, everything familiar — the people, the village — had disappeared. He was told that a thousand years ago, an oppressive beast rampaged through the village. Though the beast was eventually killed by a passing strongman, the village was completely destroyed, with no survivors, including his family, his friends, and the girl he loved.

From then on, Herr, burdened with endless despair and regret, immersed himself once again in the study of doctrine and faith. Bereft of everything, the Grimreaper Danacus had become the sole anchor in his heart. For the glory of the deity, the desperate Herr was ready to sacrifice everything, for he had come to a profound understanding that death was the only destination of life, the eternal resting place for every being. Thus, Herr gradually ascended in the Church, ultimately becoming one of the three highest-ranking triclopes under their deity, the High Priest of the Grimreaper Danacus.

However, Herr’s luck was poor, fate seemed to be playing tricks on him. His only remaining hope was once again relentlessly destroyed. The Godslaying War took place, Danacus fell, all core believers underwent Undead Transformation, and plunged into eternal darkness along with their fallen deity. It was not until their deity coincidentally revived that they regained consciousness. They then lured the remaining believers in the world to manipulate Spatial Fragments and Yarran World towards collision through a complex ritual, preparing to use this as a means of returning to the world and restore the glory of Danacus to its former brilliance. This was the dream of every High Priest, and Herr’s final one.

"Am I, too, going to die?" Herr came out of his stupor, finding himself lying on the icy ground. Although there was no pain, he could feel that a significant portion of his back and waist had been obliterated by the explosion, and his strength was gradually fading from his body. The High Priests of the three Grimreapers were half-Undead, yet they were not like the Undead. Unless their Soul Fire was damaged, they would not truly die. They retained some characteristics of the living. These characteristics usually brought them great conveniences, but the only flaw was that upon suffering severe injuries they could also become weak and die. Herr knew his injuries were severe. Never had this vitality of hundreds of thousands of years been subjected to such severe injuries. Perhaps, it was time to answer death’s call. It was a pity that he might not have the honor of witnessing the return of the deity to the world in the near future.

Herr struggled to turn over and to stand up. Even this simple movement felt extraordinarily strenuous. He found that not only was his strength fading, but the power temporarily enhanced by the Divine Grace also seemed to have reached its limit, becoming increasingly distant from him. In his line of sight, a Sand assassin with an emotionless expression was rapidly approaching, his dagger still unsettlingly cold.

The explosion had also affected Aske. Though he was not directly hit by the explosion, the shock wave still affected him due to the close distance, notwithstanding it had not caused him injuries, but the impact force did push him tens of meters away. For this reason, he arrived only just now, and the first thing he did after returning was to launch an attack on Herr who had not yet died.

"I am not yet dead, but you’ve only got one man left. Now it’s your turn to die." Herr sneered, his third eye opened again and consumed another portion of the not-so-abundant Light-attribute Elements. The powerful Light Techniques took form of a cone and covered all the space around Aske, pushing the approaching Sand assassin back. Simultaneously, Herr took a deep breath again, attempting to mobilize the gift left by Danacus to reinforce his body again. As long as he could obliterate the Sand People before him, he might be able to leverage the remaining Divine Grace to forcibly repair his battered body. He might be able to survive to witness the second coming of the deity. As long as he could obliterate them, there was still a chance.

"Only one left?" A voice so hoarse that it was nearly unintelligible emerged from behind him, just before Herr’s body started to reinforce again. His severe injuries had affected his senses, leaving him completely unaware of the one sneaking up from behind. Earlier than the hoarse voice, however, was a sharp one-handed sword. The sword’s Aggression glow was so weak that it was on the brink of extinction, but it still effortlessly penetrated Herr’s damaged body defense from back to front, running through his chest. The destructive energy embedded within the sword destroyed everything in his body without any resistance, completely eradicating his slightest hope.

With a bewildered expression, Herr lowered his head to look at the longsword protruding from his chest, with an indescribably odd look, as if he hadn’t yet processed what had just happened. After staring at the sword for a few seconds, he managed a few twitchy movements of his mouth, struggling to turn his head back. Upon turning his head, he saw the similarly battered Pannis, swaying as he stood behind him, laboriously chuckling and speaking, "You really shouldn’t have brought up Nellie, I told you, you wouldn’t want to face an angry, crazed me." (To be continued. If you like this work, please go to qidian.com to vote for it. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)