Night Ranger

Chapter 503: Holy Light City

Chapter 503: Holy Light City

Translator: Translation Nation Editor: Translation Nation

In the depths of the valley, a cold light kept flashing. Those Humans didn’t let out any screams or even react at all. They all died at Marvin’s hands.

He had to do this.

This was the Crimson Wasteland, one of the cruellest places in the Universe. These guys had already lost their minds, they wouldn’t be able to survive here.

Just as Baro said, it would be better to grant them peace.

But after the blade stopped, Baro found that he was still alive.

He looked at Marvin, who was quietly wiping his blade, with a puzzled expression.

"They are people who had no hope of surviving, and thus I killed them," Marvin said in a soft voice, "but you aren’t."

"I am not a Human anymore," Baro muttered painfully. "I don’t care. I don’t think anyone would care about much after losing all their friends and relatives, right?"

Marvin solemnly said, "In my opinion, you can keep surviving here. Your body is a wonder. What that Demon did to you is unforgivable, but I can feel that you aren’t an evil person, and there is an immense power flowing through your body."

"I have no reason to kill you."

"You said you were a powerful general in the past. Then you should be strong enough. Some deaths are unavoidable, but those who give up on their lives despite having the strength to push on are cowards." Marvin looked into Baro’s eyes as he said that. "This world is very cruel. Sometimes, everyone thinks that death is a form of salvation."

"But even if you lose all reason to keep on living, you are still alive. There is no need to discuss this. Life is precious, and protecting precious lives is something everyone should do."

"Keep on living. There is still hope."

After saying this, Marvin didn’t stay in the valley.

If Baro wanted to kill himself, he wouldn’t prevent him. However, he did feel a great power within him.

That man’s will was strong enough to resist the invasion of the Demon Spawn, which was a miracle in itself.

Balkh created him but was unable to control him. Marvin had no interest in killing such a pitiful man.

In the depths of the valley, Baro was completely immobile, still feeling at a loss as he stared at Marvin’s back.

He kneeled there, not moving for a long time.

Eventually, night fell. A pair of scarlet eyes suddenly opened.

After two minutes, a conflagration flared up and the valley was engulfed in fire.

Out of the smoke, a strange, tall shadow silently left the valley with a broken sword.

No one knew where he would go. Now, just like everyone else in this world, even if he was standing in front of a deep abyss, he would still walk forward.

...

Eisengel.

An old man wearing a pair of glasses looked at Marvin in shock.

"You killed Balkh?"

Marvin set the Demon’s head on the tablet, asserting, "You can appraise it to see whether it’s a Greater Demon’s head or not."

The old Wizard pushed up his glasses and took a deep look at Marvin.

"Youth, you misunderstand me."

"It’s not that Eisengel has no one that is able to kill such a Demon, but you should know why no one was willing to do that."

Of course Marvin knew.

Balkh didn’t represent just himself. He was the son of that famous Demon Lord.

Demon Lord Balkh was a critical existence in the Abyss. Although he couldn’t compare with the peak Demon Lords, he was also considered a powerful Hegemon.

The Crimson Wasteland wasn’t Feinan and didn’t have the protection of the Universe Magic Pool.

This place was covered in spatial cracks, so Demons and Devils with a lot of power could force their way in.

Forces from all over the Universe were fighting over territory and resources. Although Balkh was working on his own, that didn’t mean he had no backup.

Killing Balkh would bring one great trouble. Thus, most of the strongest powerhouses in Eisengel decided to look away.

Only someone who was in a rush like Marvin would choose to take this mission.

But he wasn’t afraid.

Balkh’s father was indeed troublesome. But at most, he was a bit more troublesome than Glynos. What about the Black Dragon God he had offended, or the Dream God, or Tidoma... Hartson?

In any case, he had offended the Gods and a few powerhouses of the Negative Energy Plane already. So what if a Demon Lord was added to that pile?

This kind of situation would worry others. But Marvin wasn’t afraid of them. He only paid attention to his own strength.

He believed that as long as his strength was increased quickly enough, when those Gods and Demons came after him, he would be able to directly send them away!

This was Marvin’s confidence.

...

After completing the quest with the old caster, Marvin finally received the reward for his mission.

Although Blood Essence Stones were extremely precious, after getting so many things from Balkh, Marvin didn’t care about that relatively meager amount of Blood Essence Stones.

He cared more about the two maps.

To a newcomer, information was more important. And among the information available, Maps were considered most important.

Otherwise, if he went around blindly, many things could go wrong.

To be honest, Eisengel’s camp seemed to have held back a bit of information from the maps to some extent.

Many parts of the maps weren’t complete.

But they were still rather kindhearted as most of the dangerous locations were indicated while some major locations were roughly marked too.

The Crimson Wasteland was vast. The world’s map divided it into five sections, each of them separated by a long mountain range. The place Marvin was currently at, Eisengel, was in the southern region.

This world map didn’t give Marvin a lot of information, but the small, detailed map did.

The forces around Eisengel were pointed out in the details on the map, including the Devil Pond, the Dark Abyss, Mushroom City, and other hostile powers.

It was worth mentioning that as a Human force, Eisengel still had allies in the surroundings.

Following the Withered Leaf Promenade north would lead to Black Swan Hill.

This was a hub of communications and was the residence of a mysterious old man. He was raising groups of Black Swans and offered people interplanar information services.

These Black Swans were of a very special breed, said to be able to travel through time to arrive at the place you wanted the information delivered to.

And it was also said that in Black Swan Hill, there was a very powerful force that no one dared to provoke.

Thus, some smaller settlements formed in the surroundings of Black Swan Hill.

But the mysterious old man was quite eccentric and didn’t pay any attention to the olive branch sent by other Human forces.

Eisengel’s real ally was another territory named [Holy Light City].

And this Holy Light City was northwest of Black Swan Hill.

’Holy Light City...’

’Isn’t that the place the last message from Half-God Minsk was sent from?’

Marvin’s eyes shone as he immediately began preparing for his departure.