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Chapter 162 – Planeswalker’s battle (5)
writer:Fei Yan      update:2022-07-25 14:23
  As the six bridges smashed onto the ground, the knights lurched forward and fell as though an earthquake had happened.

  The young wizard smiled as he lowered his staff. The sounds of horses’ hooves echoed behind him as the riders amongst the mercenaries dashed past him. The young lord who was just behind them drew out his sword, reflecting the stars’ light as it issued a signal:

  ‘Attack and destroy the enemy before us!’


  The knights quickly got up as they saw the approaching mercenaries. Brendel had resummoned his Pristine Angels again, retrieving Medissa’s card from the graveyard, and restoring the angels’ health as though they had never been injured.

  The angels flew up and descended upon the knights with their swords. They were no match for Kabias or Iamas, but it was the same for the knights when they tried to attack them. Heads were lopped off one after another, and they ultimately chose to retreat into the manor’s square.

  Iamas did not wait any longer and began to drag Graudin away from the window. As long as he was fine, it did not even matter if Firburh was razed to the ground.

  Brendel who managed to spot Iamas and Graudin at an arched window, gave a cackling laugh when he saw Iamas pulling Graudin away.

  He beckoned to Cornelius and gave instructions to him, who in turn relayed his instructions to his mercenaries.

  “Baron Graudin has fled Firburh!”


  “Baron Graudin is no longer in Firburh!”


  When the knights heard the mercenaries’ cries, they stopped moving and turned to look for Graudin’s location. When they were unable to find him, they tossed down their weapons and put their hands up and gave up. When Brendel’s men flooded the huge mansion, they were unable to find any traces of the wretched noble.

  Brendel himself had made a guess as to where they were and entered together with Ciel and Scarlett into a secret passage. It led to a set of spiral staircase that descended deep down.

  When he exited the area, he found himself in a hall, not unlike the first time where he and Graudin met, decorated with the same set of crystal chandeliers above him. Two sets of footsteps echoed hurriedly through another corridor, and two figures finally emerged, they found Brendel waiting for them with Ciel lighting up the area with his staff.

  Graudin’s eyes nearly popped out when he saw three people waiting for him, wondering if he had somehow gotten betrayed. This place was only known to him.

  The same atmosphere was also similar when Brendel gained his Element Power. His eyes glinted dangerously in the dimly lit hall, and could not help but laugh at the familiar sight before him. He had promised to cut off Graudin’s head, and this setting was just too similar to where he threatened him.

  Iamas calmly looked at him, almost like he was not surprised. He pushed Graudin back behind him and raised his scythe with his right hand.

  “Human, you are far more capable than I imagine. I am surprised to see Aouine have a noble like yourself—” His voice was like rusted iron, unlike the pleasant voice he once had.

  “Stop wasting time, Iamas.” Brendel shook his head and cut off the topic: “I am sure you know whose life I am here for. I am unable to stop you from escaping, but don’t even think for a fucking moment you can bring Aouine’s Lord Baron away.”


  He put emphasis in the last few words.

  “I don’t know who you are exactly, but I guess I shall recognize you as a viscount. At the very least, Lord Viscount, I do remember the rules between the nobles are quite different. Behind me is a legitimate lord directly under the king himself. His house carries a bloodline directly back to the former kingdom. Are you telling me that you wish to lay your hands on such a prestigious House? You would become the precedent of a bloody war between two noble Houses,” Iamas said.

  He shrugged. “I can step aside, but even if I do so, are you certain you want to kill him?”


  Graudin’s face darkened behind the undead general.

  “The glory of the kingdom does not extend to a traitor,” Brendel said.

  “But it is still not a reason to break the rules of the nobles, and certainly not a reason to set two Houses at each other till one is beyond saving.”


  Brendel’s laughter echoed in the hall: “If a single Baron from Randner is capable of ending my House, why the fuck would I come here?”


  Iamas was at a loss for words.

  “Your arrogance!” Graudin’s teeth ground furiously at each other when he listened to Brendel’s words: “I don’t know where your confidence comes from, Viscount Gaston—”


  “Did I allow you to speak?” Brendel’s voice was so cold that it chilled Graudin’s blood, causing a great fear to spread within him. The latter’s pupils contracted, and he immediately stopped talking.

  Iamas clapped his hands.

  “Your spirit is commendable. But the Lornians, native citizens of the Kingdom of Knights, have said the wise should learn to seek a balance. Lord Viscount, a noble like yourself should understand that Graudin has received his due punishment. Why not stop here and allow everyone to have a chance to reconcile?”


  “The Lornians have said this as well, blood for blood, tooth for tooth,” Ciel added with a warm smile.

  “But the blood that was shed does not belong to Lord Viscount,” Iamas countered.

  “Indeed. But the noble’s honor demands retribution,” Brendel replied coldly.

  Iamas was once again silent.

  Brendel was secretly frowning. Iamas was not someone who wasted his time on words. He and Ebdon were famous for being decisive and practical. He doubted it was due to some unknown event in the future that somehow changed his personality.

  [Is Graudin this important to Madara? What exactly is the promise between the Randner House and Madara?! No, there’s still another possibility—]

  The best way to avoid any trap is to act upon it.

  Brendel stopped talking and walked forward towards Graudin. His right glove made of comfortable white leather reached for his sword. A freezing aura immediately extended to half the hall.

  Iamas did not move, but Graudin took three steps back in fright, nearly falling onto the ground. His face flushed with anger and fear, his heart full of disbelief as he gnashed his teeth.

  Even though he was a mere Iron-ranked swordsman, he realized Brendel’s power had increased so much that it could not be compared to the day before!

  Naturally, he could not have guessed that the new source of power came from Brendel’s newly gained levels from his Elementalist’s profession. The only possibility he could think of was that Brendel hid his real strength.

  He immediately went up to Iamas and whispered to him. The undead general nodded and looked at Brendel in amusement.

  Kabias’s report could not be wrong. But he had sensed Brendel’s strength for himself. There was no change in his demeanor, however, as he thought about this problem.

  “Lord Viscount, why not reconsider?” Iamas said.

  “There are no advantages for you when you interfere with us humans. You already know that you can’t bring Graudin away, and it a meaningless battle for both of us. Step aside, I know this is not something you would do—” Brendel said.

  Iamas shook his head as he watched Brendel get closer with every step. He pushed Graudin slightly back with his scythe.

  “This battle might mean nothing to you, Lord Viscount, but Madara takes it seriously and therefore has a different meaning for me. While we have never allied with the living in our history, there is a first for everything, and abandoning our first ally would cast doubt upon our reputation.”


  He gave a short laugh under his mask: “But you are not wrong. Protecting the Lord Baron here against three Gold-ranked fighters is certainly difficult—”


  “Lord Iamas!” Graudin jolted in fright, his face paling quickly.

  volume 3 - c254

  Final Moments Underground and The Departure(1)

  “There seems to be something beneath us,” Orthylss whispered to Brendel about her findings after surveying the area for a moment. There was some kind of corrosive mana that was surging up from the ground, like water being reflected back upon impact with the floor underground. The Wind Elves were naturally sensitive towards mana. If they were not, they would not have devised all those miraculous Sword Arts. Brendel nodded in agreement. In front of them, Ina was leading the way as they went out of the tunnel as they dwelled deeper into the area.

  Upon walking for some distance, the walls turned a dark red hue. Looking closer, Brendel realized that it was due to some type of red quartz that coated the surface, causing it to gleam under the light. Brendel squeezed a sample in his hands, only to find it crumbling into dust.

  "What’s going on?" He asked.

  "It had always been like this even since the beginning of the construction,” Ina picked up some of the debris and continued, “But it seems like the crystallization is picking up in intensity recently. The corruption did not reach here the last time."

  Something is definitely wrong here.

  "Do you recognize what these are?" He bent down to pick up a piece of the rock, and silently asked Orthylss. She stared at it and searched her mind for a while, “It sort of looks like he Magical Quartz found within the Dark Forest. Have you heard about it?”


  The magical quartz are usually found in places corrupted by magic, like the sides of the Dark Forest’s river streams. These types of quartz are usually low in quality, travelers who encounter them can usually earn a small fortune, but it is unprofitable for the big organizations to mine them.

  Brendel had indeed heard of them. He picked up the rock, "We will know if they are the same thing in a second."

  Mana detection was basic homework for all Spellcaster, and it was not a hard task even for an amateur Elementalist like him to do it. He raised the rock with his left hand and directed his right hand’s thumb, index and middle finger on the rock, and read out a Rune Word. And the rock glowed faintly.

  "It was indeed a Magical Quartz.”


  “Yep.” Orthylss nodded. “But it seemed to be of lower quality than the normal ones.”


  It was impure and did not even have the value to be mined, totally a hassle for anyone to bring home.

  "The magical corruption in this place is really severe." The youth surveyed his surroundings.

  "But this place should still be within Mother Marsha’s sanction."

  "That’s why this place is suspicious" Brendel tossed the rock away, looking up to see Ina stopped in her tracks.

  She was on all fours and upon confirming her position, she called out, "Brat, we’re reaching our destination. It’s a dead-end at the back. Do you still want to venture further?."

  Brendel moved two steps forward, trying to see just what laid inside the tunnel passage before him. But just as he did so, the space within ten yards rippled in a golden ring. A needle that resembled that of the clock hand was floating in the middle, like the whole thing was an elaborate Magical Formation. He initially wanted Ina to lead the way deeper inside, but just looking at the brilliant light show made him change his mind.

  "Let’s turn back."

  "What?!"[T/L: wOw]

  Both the people present were surprised at Brendel’s choice. The two had initially thought that he would agree. Ina stiffened a little, as if she thought of something she forgot to add, "This Formation is set by my Master, it doesn’t mean that we cannot venture inside. It’ll be fine so long as I come with you."

  Brendel shook his head, and said with determination, "No need. There’s probably nothing worth looking inside anyway. To seal something this tightly, it’s best for it to not be opened frequently.”


  "That’s a good point." Ina nodded, but she eyed Brendel with dubious eyes. She had traveled with Kelsie for years, and her experience told her that Brendel was hiding the truth about his reluctance to venture further. However, she did not question his choices and went along with it.

  On the other hand, Orthylss was also curious about Brendel’s decision. But unlike Ina, she was more straightforward and asked,

  "What’s going on, Brendel?"

  "Nothing much. My instincts are telling me that it’s dangerous." Brendel shook his head.

  Orthylss knew Brendel was the type that believed in his guts really much. But that judgment of his was rare among the youths of his age- No, he was an exception even from that group. His awareness is so accurate that it could even rival a thousand-year-old monster like her.

  On another hand, his reason for not venturing further was simple. The seal was the same as the one he saw earlier, and that stuff indicated the dungeon’s level. The one outside was known as the Murky Walls, and is used to seal a level 30~40 dungeon. When I removed it, a random Crystal Wight appeared, causing the cave to collapse and almost took my life! But this seal here, The Indicator of Age, can be seen in dungeons that were above level 300. It will be highly dangerous inside and I would not want to throw this life away!

  (Note: Brendel was a level 130 Warrior, but in reality, most players back in the game have more than one Jobs that made them stronger than players with only one Job. That’s why in the game, a level 40 dungeon was meant for players around level 30, and a level 300 dungeon was for those pros above level 150.)

  Although he was really curious as to what was inside, he deemed his life more important. Brendel immediately stalled his plan to check the place out for now and decide to return sometime in the future when he had the time or strength.

  "So you’re planning on returning to the surface?"Ina’s sudden voice snapped him out of his daze. "However, I could not do it with my abilities and you will have to wait for your comrades back on the surface.

  "That’s fine," Brendel replied with a carefree smile, "Coincidentally, I have some questions regarding the Planeswalker anyways."

  "Then let us return to the hall.” Ina nodded, her eyes gazing into the abyss at the back of the long and deep tunnel they were supposed to go. “Truth is, I didn’t really like being there anyways.”


  "Same,” Brendel said as he nodded at one last glance at the level 300 Magical Formation.

  Time underground seemed to move like a snail relative to time on the surface: Romaine had obtained a new ability; Ciel and his men worked like workaholics for what seemed like days. Finally, Medissa and Morpheus came to their aid. They had spent four hours to reconcile, and another four hours to get to where Brendel was.

  And by then, Brendel had already gotten all the answers he needed.

  "One last question."

  The information he got from Ina was vastly different from what Tuman had said. To be precise, it was more detailed and easy to understand. It was not until then when Brendel learned that Planeswalker had been in this world since the first natives to battle the Twilight Dragon, becoming the leader of the land.

  To Brendel’s surprise, the Dragon of Darkness, Odin was actually a Planeswalker. It made sense but he never really saw the news coming. And amongst his armies, there was a high chance it included his summons. It was just that, the records must have been lost.

  But what made Brendel puzzled the most was the fact that Odin did not mention anything about his Planeswalker’s powers, or if it had anything to do with him not obtaining the complete inheritance.

  "Lady Ina, you said before that I was the last Planeswalker to reach here. So may I know how many of us are left?"

  Ina looked as if she was anticipating this question to come and breathed out a weary sigh, “From the earliest piece of history that regarded them, when the Earth Sage Slate was still within Tower of Babel, when the traitor of the Gods’ Walter had yet stolen it. There was a council of forty-three Planeswalkers. And then when Ragnarok descended, most of them fell in battle. Amongst them, only thirteen remain, including my master’s. According to my knowledge, along the passage of three thousand years, only six remained. None of them seemed to be passed on successfully. If I’m not wrong, the only new Planeswalker in this era would be you."

  "So you’re saying I’m the only one left?" Brendel did not believe that the population of powerful existences like the Planeswalkers would dwindle to such a degree.

  "Not necessarily. There may still be some undying old geezers still around. But it is the current truth that the successors of the Planeswalkers’ Legacies are getting lesser. I don’t know the reason, but the requirements to become an actual Planeswalker is abnormally difficult. Most can’t even invoke the Laws of the Cards! And amongst the very few who managed to do so, most should have remained as apprentices."

  Apprentice? Brendel tightened his brows. He still had not graduated from being an apprentice yet after all. But just as he was about to speak, Ina put her finger to her lips, “Shh!”


  Brendel turned and his gaze matched his gaze with Ina’s onto a single spot. Not far above him, there were digging sounds that reverberated in the cavern.

  "Your companions are here," Ina whispered. "So, let’s end our discussion here. I don’t want anyone to see me."

  Brendel was confused at her remark and said, "You’re not coming with me, Lady Ina?"

  The deer woman merely gave him a faint smile. She moved two steps backward into the darkness, leaving her eyes to tell the answer to his question.

  Brendel once saw determination in those eyes, but now, the very same eyes tell of hope and warmth. And at that moment, he knew she was hell bend on saying farewell to him.

  volume 2 - 160