Night Ranger

Chapter 529: Treasure

Chapter 529: Treasure

Translator: Translation Nation Editor: Translation Nation

"Bandel!"

The Dream Shrine group was apparently the only group that was still able to resist.

But they also seemed to be in a very difficult situation right now.

Marvin could feel that this special crawling vine was continuously siphoning away his vitality, but the process was very slow. With his constitution, he would be able to hold on for a hundred years or so.

But the more serious issue was that the mass of ivy was imbued with another power.

This kind of feeling was like when they had heard the mysterious singing voice outside Holy Light City.

It was like a huge lock was coiled around their bodies, making it very difficult to move.

Naturally, Marvin could still find ways to escape, but he felt that this wasn’t the most suitable moment.

’Bandel? Why does this name sound a bit familiar? That Lich name’s Bandel?’

Marvin held his breath and listened carefully to the discussion.

The Cleric shouted, "I won’t die from a Life-Severing Ivy! My body will resurrect in the Shrine! But your evil deeds here will be told to the Dream God, he won’t forgive you!"

"Give us Cold Light’s Grasps now, and let us leave!"

The Lich sneered, "I know you won’t die. But would that resurrected you still be you?"

"If I’m not wrong, you haven’t died before. After dying for the first time, you’ll turn into a genuine puppet of the Gods."

"Do you want to have a taste of this feeling?"

The Cleric’s expression became quite ugly.

He glared fiercely at the Lich as he demanded, "How can you open the Wilderness Hall and Autumn Hunting Ground? And why would the Life-Severing Ivies listen to you?"

The Lich shrugged as he gave a non-answer: "As a spectator, you have far too many questions."

"Look, the others know their places. I said I was very fair, I won’t treat you better just because you are a member of the Dream Shrine."

"Tie him up. My patience is limited, and the great teacher’s patience is even more limited..."

After saying this, the ivy surrounding the Cleric’s group went crazy and attacked even more frantically.

Countless sharp thorns shot over, and despite the Cleric using several defensive Divine Spells, a Paladin still got caught and was pierced!

That scene looked pretty tragic.

The Legend powerhouses hanging from the ceiling all held their breaths.

They had never been as dispirited as they were now.

This temple had the same stifling limitation to the Legend Laws as the Hunting Ground, and they were caught in an unprecedented predicament.

But compared to that group currently fighting, their treatment was a lot better.

At least they weren’t being surrounded and viciously attacked by the ivy!

Marvin’s expression became a bit unsightly.

He could feel the Lich’s power, which apparently was not affected at all by the restrictions in this place.

And it seemed to be the same for that Jade Banshee.

What was that ivy? Life-Severing Ivy? The name seemed quite straightforward, but could it have a deeper meaning?

At that time, the voice of the Winter Assassin echoed in his ear:

"The Life Severing Ivies are an avatar of the Wilderness God!"

"It was rumored that before the Wilderness God fell, he hid seeds of rebirth, and these seeds were hidden in the Life Severing Ivies."

"You are stripped of your Legend Laws because the Life Severing Ivies are a power of the Wilderness God. He had an ancient Law’s authority and can erase your Domain’s power. In essence, it’s like you are in a God Realm! Only with permission can you use your Legend Domains!"

Marvin instantly understood.

Although the Wilderness God had yet to resurrect, these Life Severing Ivies were his avatar, and still had some power.

That power was extremely mighty and had the same authority here as Divine Laws. Legend Laws were suppressed under the effect of those Laws.

And the Lich himself was probably not affected because of the Ivies giving him extra authority!

"Damn it, he just said [teacher]... This guy wouldn’t be the disciple of the Wilderness God, right?"

Marvin suddenly recalled that when he was travelling toward that snowy mountain with the adventurers, he had heard them mention something similar.

"I’m afraid he is."

The Winter Assassin’s voice seemed quite grave as he muttered, "Your decision was right, we wouldn’t be able to gain anything fighting head-on."

"Damn Witch, she deceived me once again. She clearly said that the Wilderness God wouldn’t resurrect."

"But look at these Life Severing Ivies. The Wilderness God’s consciousness had already started recovering!"

Marvin’s heart sped up.

He had a really bad feeling this time.

The Wilderness God was a famous Evil God from ancient times. If he truly revived, how many of the Legends here would be able to escape?

He silently made the Wisp notify Isabelle. If there was an opportunity to flee, they would have to flee first.

He knew of Isabelle’s innate talent, and if not for that talent, the Winter Assassin wouldn’t have let her come to the Wilderness Hall.

Very few spaces could truly restrain her.

...

"Aaah!"

The battle below was still ongoing. But one member of the Dream Shrine group seemed to be on his last leg.

Under the persistent attacks from the cyan vines, another Paladin fell.

The Cleric’s face turned green.

These were elites of the Dream Shrine, the main force!

And not only did they fail to see even a shadow of Cold Light’s Grasps, but they also met the Wilderness God’s avatar. This was completely different from the oracle!

He tried communicating with his God, but was unsuccessful.

The Lich’s expression made him shiver.

He didn’t want to die, he didn’t want to die like this in the embrace of a mass of ivy!

Thus, he clenched his teeth before yelling out once again, "Bandel!"

"I have a suggestion!"

The Lich sneered, "Oh? I’m listening?"

The Cleric took a deep breath. "Do you really want to offend the Dream God?"

The Lich asked in a tone dripping with ridicule, "You want me to release you?"

"The Dream Shrine will owe you a favor." The Cleric looked at the only two remaining Paladins in front of him and at Griffin, who was in a pitiful state, before showing a painful smile. "You win. We give up on Cold Light’s Grasps. As long as you free us, the Dream Shrine won’t pursue the matter with you."

The Lich’s soulfire flickered, no one knew what he was thinking.

But attacks from the cyan ivy really slowed.

"To be honest, I’m not afraid of offending the Dream God," the Lich began. The Cleric’s heart turned cold.

The Lich then said, "But when it comes to offending Gods, the fewer the better, right?"

"I can let you leave safely."

"But one of you is a sacrifice my teacher is very fond of, her flesh is very captivating... She has to stay!"

The Cleric froze. "She? Who?"

The Lich pointed at the sweating Griffin.... At the girl on his back!

Griffin’s expression suddenly changed.

"That little girl... She is very different."

The Lich laughed. "There is a very impressive treasure in her body. Although it’s hidden by the curse, it cannot escape the Wilderness God’s sense of smell."

He raised his chin and repeated, "She has to remain. You can take the others away."

The Cleric glanced at Griffin and unhesitantly made a decision:

"Deal!"