Chapter 765 v4c139
Beware, Traps!
Traces of artificial carvings were immersed in the darkness. Rows of columns had extended forward and backwards at equal intervals. Peering upwards through the narrow gaps between the cliff walls, the columns seemed shortened and overlapping at the far end of the field of view; together, the smooth wall looked as if it was paved with obsidian. However, its surface was covered with a lattice network to transmit energy. This looked like the one Brando had seen in the Valhalla underground. This was no different from the properties of Miloâs remains that were scattered in the glaciers.
Truthfully, similar material could be found readily in several historical sites within Vaunte. The only knowledge enthusiasts shared in common was that they had come from the previous era.
This indeed looked like a long corridor, perhaps it could be referred to as so in the previous era. But now, only half of the corridor remained. No one knew what disaster had befallen it for the corridor to be cut in the middle. There was only a bottomless abyss awaiting it on the other end. The long corridor was built on the cliff while its structure winded to the ground.
In the game, this was the Frozen Corridor.
A group of people were slowly passing through the half corridor from the last era, and possibly even way before the chaotic era.
Among them was a blonde, who was tugging along a short and stout boy to lead the advance. They were Aloz and Shitah. Following closely behind them were Brando and Veronica, while the female scholar was tailed behind the female squad leader. Once the ice-covered route had become increasingly dangerous, she was no longer asking Brando any weird questions. Everyone could not afford to be careless, keeping a distance of one person behind every three people. Carrying a piece of baggage that was higher than her being, Scarlet was silent. She merely hung her head low while her red long ponytail swayed with her footsteps occasionally. Honestly, there was no need for her to go through such trouble. At Brandoâs request, the Buga Craft Mage had already cast illusion magic on the Azure Lance. Practitioners of the Secret Realm Law among the Buga folks had dedicated their lives to studying illusion magic. They were known as the Guardians of the silver holy wall; they were the best Dreamcasters in the Amber Sword. One would require to be two ranks superior to their existence to see the flaws in their illusion.
The caster this time was the leader of the Practitioners of the Secret Realm Law, the Head Mage of the Silver Leagueâ- Roan. His capabilities were comparable to William and were at least two levels superior to him in the field of spells. Aside from the saint of Eleranta, perhaps there were no such entities to exist in this world.
Brando was naturally not afraid that Eleranta would come forward to Aouine to expose his plan.
Right behind was the little prince. The future king of Aouine was stumbling along the path. He had sustained bruises all over his face. If they were still in the palace, servants wouldâve quickly tended to him and helped him forward. But of course, only in the absence of one particular strict woman. At this moment, Ciel, Hipamila and Medissa were within his vicinity. However, they had yet to offer his assistance. Unbeknownst to the prince, the self-proclaimed youngest mage instructor in Aouine history was snickering to his heartâs delight. Even Medissa was trying her best to suppress the smirk that was threatening to burst past her lips. They were only in charge of keeping the little prince away from the abyss; the rest would have to come from Brandoâs instructions.
Further behind was the Laurenna couple and the eldest son of the Kirrlutz Royal Family along with many Kirrlutzian nobles, whose entourage had consisted of Babasha and another three excellent Witches. At the end of the group was the Ash Sword Saint, who was the strongest existence among them all. Mephistoâs main responsibility was to protect everyone from behind. There was no guarantee that the bottom of the abyss would be safe. Even Brando didnât dare say that he understood this quest of the game. The man literally hadnât ventured deep into this place, so it was safe to say that he knew close to nothing. Who knew if there would be any changes to the âReal Vaunteâ?
After gradually getting used to this world, Brando could almost confirm that this world named Vaunte wasnât a part of the game; it wasnât an illusion or dream either. Though he had once doubted that someone was trying to play a malicious prank on him, or that this was just a âTruman Showâ scenario, he no longer bore those fantasies as time passed. He began to call this world the âReal Vaunteâ. Everything was operating in this world more naturally than in the game. Though there were some similarities and differences, they felt more genuine.
Though a real game world was indeed kinda odd.
After passing through the underground glacier, Shitah was really leading them to the underground entrance of the Holy Cathedral of the Sleep. They were not far from where Pejaâs brother had fallen. Brando couldnât help but feel a little sceptical, feeling as though something had been guiding them to this place in the dark. Arreck was obviously new to the path beneath the glacier so why was Pejaâs brother here? This was something worth debating.
Unfortunately, the hunter siblings were still unconscious so Brando had no way of getting answers.
He had heard about the underground entrance to the Holy Cathedral of the Sleep previously. The upper portion of the abyss was called the White Valley, where the only entrance to the cathedral lies. It was separated into two parts, one aboveground and one underground. The one aboveground would lead to the Zweit Glaciers where the Ice Eater resides while the underground entrance was connected to the Frozen Corridor.
Brando moved forward with the rest of the formation carefully. He walked as he placed a palm on the icy blue corridor pillars sandwiched between the ice and snow. There was one at about five to six metres apart, protruding from the wall like a rib. The sensation of these pillars was cold, heavy and very realistic; very much different from the gameâs simulation. Though Brando hadnât been here before, he knew that this material would feel special when touched in the game. It was almost as if one could feel the malice and bloodshed of the previous era. This was a sensation so strong that it could seize Brandoâs heart with chilliness- an atmosphere created by the special emotional system in the game.
However, it wasnât the case for this place. All of the corridors were made of regular stone, giving off a solid feeling upon touch. âOh, so thatâs how it feels like,â thought Brando to himself. Even though this adventure was dangerous, Brando was intrigued by the opportunity to experience the game truly.
The female squad leader noticed his odd behaviour. She asked hushedly, âHave you been here?â
Brando was in so much shock that he almost slipped. He quickly answered, âNever.â
âNever? You look like you were reminiscing the past earlier,â rebuked Veronica directly. She didnât like how this little bastard was always beating around the bush.
âThatâs because Iâve seen this corridor, the pillars and the walls elsewhere,â answered Brando, puffs of hot air escaping his mouth.
âWhere have you seen it?â
âFrom a book.â Brando didnât require much to produce this answer, it felt almost natural to say that. Theoretically, a forum was pretty close to a book. âIâve seen the corridor today once upon a time in a book. For real, I realized it after measuring the pillars.â
The reasoning was acceptable. Though the Holy Cathedral of the Sleep was forbidden territory, it didnât mean that no one had ever stepped foot into this place in history. The people of Miirna had once frequented this path and the Buga Mages and Mist Elves had followed their footsteps to this place. Approximately ten years after that, the Black Fire cult had occupied the cathedral, thus making it a famous copy for later generations. The Holy Cathedral of the Sleep was no stranger to Veronicaâs ear. Yet, she continued to stare at Brando suspiciously. Did the Tower Mage really own such an extensive library of information? This little bastard had always been excusing all of his reasonings as a contribution of the Tower Mageâs intellectual collection. The Tower Mage had come from the Silver Rank Bugas, Veronica didnât believe that they had always brought the Bugas literature collection during migration.
Unfortunately, there wasnât much exchange going on between the Kirrlutz Empire and the Tower Mage. If it wasnât the case, Veronica wouldâve tried to verify Brandoâs sources. For now, she could only remain dubious about his statements.
At this moment, Shido, who was following behind the two spoke, âSeeing really is believing. Words are merely descriptions of the authorâs opinion but personal rectification really is the key to true comprehension.â There were sparkles in her eyes. Her latter statement was the real why she decided to leave the academy for Aouine. âJust like the Count, Iâve learnt a lot today.â Shidoâs words were filled with emotions. It seemed as though the scholar had reached some sort of enlightenment.
Veronica sighed, finding Shidoâs words somewhat reasonable. She casted one last glance at Brando, no longer doubting the man.
Brando was relieved. However, he was still rather troubled by the sharpness and intelligence of the female squad leader. This served as a good reminder for him to be warier of his actions. Brando retracted his hands, no longer reaching out to caress anything along the corridor. The forum had mentioned that the Frozen Corridor should only take thirty minutes to reach its end, the current time had indicated that they were almost past the halfway point of the distance. The latter half of the corridor had led deep into the ground to the Holy Cathedral of the Sleepâs interior. Brando pursed his lips. The last two-thirds of the corridor was where the Disaster Twins of the Dusk Wolves, Mayne and Mel, would make their appearance. It was just a matter of time until the two black wolves would come into sight.
Mayne and Mel were the very last generation of the Dusk Wolves. They were birthed by the seventh daughter of Chief Warg Hati, Jynhai. Jynhai was the ruler of the Moon of Eternal Darkness, hence the twinsâ power was mostly associated with darkness and shadow. Mayne and Melâs appearance was similar, looking exactly like gigantic black wolves with a long horn protruding out of their forehead. Despite that, Mayne had lost his left eye in a battle with the Dragon of Calamity, leaving behind an eye with a long scar running along its socket that could be used to distinguish between the brothers.
The wolves were of SS drop rate in the âAmber Swordâ, imprisoned in one of the secret passages that lead to the ground above the Holy Cathedral. Brando was bound to meet them through travelling along this path. If they had entered the cathedral through the front entrance, they wouldâve missed them. As SS rank characters, Mayne and Mel were one of the most powerful bosses in the first four acts. Usually, Brando would hope to avoid them as much as possible in the game but now, he just couldnât wait for their appearances.
The reason? Well, when oneâs formation had consisted of characters like Mephisto, Veronica and the little female dragon, difficult characters like Mayne and Mel were now just a mobile treasure to Brando. His nominal teacher, Ash Sword Saint Mephisto, had already been maxed out in statistics. Mephistoâs advancement had even gone further than in the game. Brando had no doubt that Mephisto alone could easily defeat the Twins of the Dusk Wolves.
The drop list of the twins was only second to the final SS rank wave of this game quest.
Despite that, there was a concern. There was no guarantee that the wolves would appear. Brando could only pray and hope his luck was good enough.
Based on the current situation, everything around them was silent. The only audible noises had come from the sound of crushing ice beneath their soles. Brando pulled his lips into a taut line and studied the environment. Hipamila and Laurenna held torches. Other than the small area illuminated by the torch, everything else was complete darkness. It was at that moment when Brando noticed Aloz tugging on Shitahâs ear to come to a halt.
The little female dragon stopped because a door had appeared.
She squinted her golden eyes, studying the stone door intently. Strictly speaking, this wasnât a complete door. Just like the Frozen Corridor, there was only half left to the stone door. Perhaps its other half had been lost with the missing corridor parts to the bottomless abyss during the same disaster. There were shattered portions to the door remains, stone chips scattered all around the path. The little female dragon turned around to look at Shitah. âWhat lies behind this and why is there a door here?â
âHow would I know?â The little stout dragon grumbled with displeasure. âI havenât even been to the insides of the cathedral, my task was only to lead everyone to the entrance beneath the glaciers.â
âThatâs your promise to him. I donât care, you must find the Awakening God. You need to find the Heart of the Dragon you lost too!â demanded Aloz barbarically.
âWait. Sister Aloz, it wasnât the Heart of the Dragon!â
âThe Heart of the Dragon has nothing to do with me. What Iâm saying is that you need to return me that fun toy!â The little female dragon hissed and glared at Shitah once before giving him the cold shoulder. Shitah immediately shrank into himself and said nothing.
Hearing their conversation, Brando automatically ignored the second half of it. Alozâs interest in the Awakening God was a little suspicious. Had the interest stemmed from personal interest or was there some ulterior motive? Aloz was a juvenile dragon who was a complete scatterbrain. But as the Golden Race in the game, Dragons were always given special tasks. At least they had fought off the dusk in the past. As far as Brandoâs knowledge went, the Bugas had built many monitoring stations to monitor the order of the border and Black Forest. According to Medissa, the Silver Elves were not completely ignorant of the world. If they had been ignorant, they wouldnât have returned to Warndt because of the Great Demonic Wave.
It seemed as though everyone was working towards a goal, save for the carefree Black Dwarfs.
At this point, Brando couldnât help but cast another glance at Aloz.
Aloz was in the front instructing Shitah to push the stone door open. Though the door was hefty, it was nothing to the Dragon race. The damaged stone door had rolled backwards after a push was delivered by Shitahâs round paw. Behind it was a huge hall that was split in half. Perhaps it might be more appropriate to call it a square as the ceiling was mostly gone and the hall was left with half. Even so, the area was insanely large. The Palace of Gold in Aouine too had a square with a fountain; but in comparison to this place, it was immediately humbled. Brando and the others stood outside the hall, trying to find the hallâs end with no success. Brando was suddenly reminded of what this palace was. At this moment, a black shadow flashed behind the door and there came Shitahâs little exclaim of surprise. âAiyo!â It sounded almost as if something had knocked into Shitah, causing the dragon to roll backwards like a ball and only stopping when it slammed into a corridor pillar.
âWhoâs there?!â
The little female Dragonâs voice rang from the front. Though she wouldnât hesitate to wave her claws at Shitah, it was merely out of the internal conflict between Dragons. Dragons were prideful creatures and they refused to be trampled over. Something had dared to send Shitah flying in front of her, this behaviour was completely unforgivable! But soon, the black shadow took a leap back and stood still, finally allowing everyone to catch a clear glimpseâââ It was not human but a wolf.
âA male wolf?â stated Veronica mindlessly.
It did look like the male wolf Brando encountered in Valhalla. Its physique was as sturdy as a small hill and had taken up almost half of the hall. Its smooth long fur was grown behind its neck, looking just like a luxurious black brocade. However, it looked drastically different from regular wolves- It had a long horn between its brows. There was even a cloud of dark smoke wafting off the horn, a clear indication that it was no regular being.
âItâs not a male wolf! Itâs a Dusk Wolf!â Brando cheered internally. SS rank characters in the âAmber Swordâ were highly intelligent. He was sincerely concerned that the two wolves wouldnât fall for their trap and avoid them. Yet, the wolves were indeed dull. Since Mel had appeared before them, the single-eye Mayne shouldnât be far. At that moment, Brando remembered this place.
This was the Hall of Traps.
The little female dragon took a clear look at the beast before it. With a low growl, she lunged forward. She could sense that this Dusk Wolf was only about as powerful as her. But she was a Dragon, one of the best in combat among the Golden Races. To Aloz, this stupid wolf was in no way superior to her and she had a missionââ Regardless if it was a matter of establishing dominance in Shitahâs face or to protect the pride of the Dragons, she must be the first to teach this unwelcomed guest a lesson.
However, she wasnât expecting that once her claws were brandished, Brando had sensed that something was amiss. He willed to warn her but unfortunately, the little female dragon was one step faster to react. As soon as the latter pounced, green lightning began to manifest out of the ceiling and the floor. The bolts of lightning seemed almost alive. As soon as it appeared, it went straight for Aloz. Dragons were blessed with a defence mechanism- their scales were incredibly resistant. Dragon scales were incredibly resistant to magic and physical attacks. Aloz would not be fazed by one or two of the lightning strikes but things were different. At this moment, thousands and millions of lightning bolts had swallowed the little female dragon whole, leaving behind her shrill scream of agony.
âAhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!â
Brando couldnât help but palm his face.
What was she expecting of a place known as the Hall of Traps?!
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