NovelEnglishChapter 473 [473] Stefan Caraval(2)
?473 [473] Stefan Caraval(2)
The group continued to travel through the forest, this time taking the peaceful approach. No trees or nature was harmed this time. Although, the constant praises of the people did get on 'Alan's' nerves.
'Such zealots, or are they simply trying to curry some favor with the cardinal?'
He thought, his eyes coldly observing each and every person here. He almost wanted to grimace when he realized he could not see through the Knight's armor, certainly, it was not ordinary by any means to avoid his eyes.
'All of that aside...'
He, after realizing that he could no longer gather any more information, turned to look at himself.
"My..."
He cooed, as he observed his own body. Filled with some scars and the intricate bloodline tattoos. He also wished to marvel at the dragon on his back, lamenting the fact that he did not have eyes on the back of his head.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt'The kid achieved a lot...impressive.'
He said, as he continued walking. He looked at the tattoo of the phoenix on his right arm, at first, he didn't really believe it was real.
'Suleras actually gave it to him, that's a surprise.'
If his memory served him correctly, Suleras went through literal hell to defeat the Phoenix. It was the legendary beast of the South part of the Universe, The Guardian of the South, a Mythical God beast, on the upper ranks of the Supremes.
Suleras and its fight lasted decades, neither supreme willing to accept defeat, Chaos and Fire had battled for ages, ripping the southern part of the Universe apart, multiple planets destroyed and galaxies split apart.
And Suleras had emerged victorious. His element of Chaos had given him an edge, but even to this day he still has wounds on his figure from the phoenix he was unable to heal. It was quite a legendary battle that still had stories of it told. If he remembered correctly, it was stored in the Archives back on the capital od Dragons.
Suleras had suffered a lot, and it came as a surprise he gave the bloodline to Alan.
'The dragons and godbeasts both are at their wit's end huh...'
Jame's shifted his attention to theleft side of this body, looking at the tattoo which represented him, The jade snake.
However, no matter how much he racked through his brains, even he was left confused. No matter what he knew of, this was peculiar.
[61-70th floors.]
[Description: You are transported into a world of sword, magic and gods. A lucky encounter with Cardinal Stefan, the soon to be pope makes it so that you are not entirely lost. He has taken some interest in you, and wishes to xonvert you from your barbaric ways to a devotee.]
[Objective: Clear the stage in whatever way you deem fit.]
'Hmmm...'
James pondered as he read the words written on the display.
'The tower of Trials? The one back on Earth? Interesting...'
If he remembered correctly, he had managed to go to the fiftieth or something floor when he challenged it. And Aranus had gone to the eightieth floor. But, his memory of such an occurrence was hazy because he didn't deem it to be too important.
The things that happened after this were much worse.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm'The kid...what happened to him?'
James wondered, a tinge of worry in his tone. He couldn't let anything happen to Alan, lest everything he planned will be for naught.
He closed his eyes and searched inside the body, and finally found Alan's soul, cracked and chained.
[Damaged soul, held captive. Tower will release it when the 70th floor has been cleared.]
"...."
Fishing through his memories, he found out that the reason the soul was damaged was because of the previous floors.
"The retard..." James thought, Alan had confused the monsters of the previous floor to attack his head, but in reality, they attacked the soul. The headache was just a distraction.
"I sleep for some time and you fuck everything up."
He sighed, but he couldn't do anything about it. His authority was not available as of yet, and neither was his strength. The only thing he had was what Alan had achieved. Which was still remarkable.
"Very well..."
He said in a low voice, maliciously looking at Stefan with a creepy smile. His hair slowly turned blonde.
"I'll clear these floors for you."
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