Night Ranger

Chapter 540: Faniya

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They all looked at the scene with strange expressions. Bandel was actually asking for Hathaway's help?

The situation had escalated too quickly, and they weren't able to react.

The Wilderness God's consciousness and Bandel began their struggle.

The black side and white side of the Life and Death array were fiercely fighting each other.

The ritual itself had been built by the Lich, and even though it was essentially different, the one who taught him the method was still the Wilderness God. However, after researching it for so many years, he had already made many changes, and thus, he should have had absolute control over the ritual.

But for the ritual to go on smoothly, there was one condition.

The sacrifice couldn't resist.

Especially so violently.

And the Wilderness God clearly wasn't the kind of person to sit still and wait for his death.

The petrified man was moving rather stiffly, but the power oozing from his body still gave goosebumps to the onlookers.

The flame blended in his body and surged to his head. The Divine Vessel behind him was becoming increasingly clearer.

This was the Tangible Divine Vessel characteristic!

If he condensed the Divine Vessel and ignited his Divine Fire, the Wilderness God would be resurrected.

Bandel had made countless plans, but he hadn't thought that Hathaway would get in the array and take Cold Light's Grasps!

The daggers were the keys to sealing the Wilderness God's consciousness.

With his consciousness sealed, the ritual definitely would have proceeded smoothly.

But the current situation had already changed.

The Lich had the initiative since he was able to move the energy between the two sides of the array, switching the Life position and the Sacrifice position. But the Wilderness God wasn't one to be trifled with. He forcibly relied on his own Divine Power to try to revert the array.

Not long after, they could all feel that he had started absorbing Miss Silvermoon's power!

"You won't be able to stop me! Hahaha…" The Wilderness God howled with laughter.

In a cloud of dark fog, Bandel frantically flew around in the array.

He was trying hard to alter the contents of the ritual, using items in order to suppress the power of the Wilderness God through the ritual itself.

But this seemed futile.

The Wilderness God was more proficient than he was with the Life and Death Array, despite all the changes. Even if he could slightly alter it, the Wilderness God could also tinker with it in a split second.

It didn't take long for the black and white sides to start returning to their original forms!

Once this was completed, the Wilderness God's resurrection might truly come to pass!

"Crack!"

Amidst the Wilderness God's laughter, a shattering sound boomed from nearby.

The Lich froze.

A crack had appeared on Miss Silvermoon's body.

A cobweb-like crack spread down from her shoulder.

In a few seconds, her entire right arm disintegrated, turning into a pile of rocky pieces on the ground!

"No!"

A heart-wrenching roar came out of the black fog!

"I won't let you harm Luna again!"

Following the Lich's deep roar, a muffled incantation echoed eerily.

This time he didn't rely on the array, because he had understood that he was far from the Wilderness God's level of understanding in the Life and Death array.

He started using the power of Witchcraft!

At the same time, another sharp and pleasant voice rose up in the dungeon!

Hathaway finally came to help.

She didn't like to butt in on others' matters that didn't concern her.

But the Wilderness God gave her a foreboding feeling. If he really resurrected, it would surely be bad news for everyone.

She had hesitated a bit before making a move!

Her hands were crossed over her chest, and six lights of different colors were moving at her fingertips.

Marvin knew that each light was from a High Witchcraft Authority.

In the legends, the power of the Anzed Witches came from the 7 High Witchcraft Authorities. The seven of them formed a scepter. Later, because of some conflict, the scepter broke up into 7 petals.

The legend said that whoever gathered the seven petals would be able to recreate the supreme scepter and let the Anzed Witches regain their glory. Before coming to the Crimson Wasteland, Hathaway had already collected five petals. And in the Wilderness Hall, she obtained the 6th petal, the Cyan Petal, thanks to Marvin helping with the Ethereal Jar. The Cyan Petal had been stolen by the Wilderness God a long time ago, and because that Witchcraft really suited his avatar, he had merged them together.

After going through the Ethereal Jar, the Cyan Petal returned to its original form, ready to merge once again with the others. Thus, the current Hathaway already had six High Witchcraft Authorities.

The 7th petal was embedded in the Cold Light's Grasps using a very complicated technique, so for now, Hathaway could only store the daggers away. She couldn't fuse with the Night Petal at the moment.

When she did, her power would increase drastically once more.

But now she was forced to act without it.

The Wilderness God was becoming increasingly more powerful. Despite the Lich going all-out, the ritual was clearly in his favor!

The Divine Vessel behind the petrified man was becoming much clearer.

But after Hathaway made a move, the situation swung yet again.

A great amount of hidden Witchcraft power, far superior to Bandel's, burst out of her body and actually managed to suppress the Wilderness God's aura!

...

"This isn't something we can meddle in," Minsk muttered bitterly.

He was a Half-God, he was extremely powerful because he inherited the Ancient Nature God's bloodline, and his talent was outstanding. Even when travelling through the Crimson Wilderness, he didn't meet too much trouble. But after meeting the Wilderness God, he kept being unable to do anything.

Especially this time. He wasn't trapped, but still couldn't get involved.

His strength emphasized Nature. Now, the Nature Power was withering, he couldn't contact the Ancient Nature God, and he had still yet to regain all of his own power. He simply couldn't fight against the Wilderness God's resurrection.

"We should leave here quickly."

Marvin was silent.

He estimated that with his own level of power, handling the Wilderness God might truly be difficult.

Even if he used all the power in his Divine Vessel, he wouldn't be able to do anything to the Wilderness God's consciousness.

This was really a depressing matter.

He nodded, holding Molly while looking up at Hathaway.

"He is right, you should leave."

Hathaway's words were fast but gentle and reached Marvin's heart. "I might not necessarily be able to keep suppressing him."

"You be careful too," Marvin replied with a heavy expression.

They were able to control the flying Witchcraft that Hathaway had cast on them as long as it remained active, so it wouldn't be a problem for Marvin to quickly get away.

But they'd barely started flying away before a roar was directed at them!

"That's my treasure!"

"You can't leave!"

A powerful gravitational force pushed down on Molly's body.

This girl, who had been enduring pain all this time, suddenly spat out some blood.

And not only Molly was harmed, but even Marvin was caught off guard. The effect of the Witchcraft dissipated, and he fell down from the sky as the force continued to press down on them!

Fortunately, Marvin was able to adjust himself as he fell, ensuring Molly's safety in his embrace!

His back thudded into the ground!

This was the first time Marvin had crashed down from such a height, but thankfully, his body had been refined by reaching the Legend realm. What would kill a non-Legend might only cause him some harm!

'That guy was busy with Bandel and Hathaway, but still had the strength to stop me!'

Marvin felt worried.

He couldn't help looking at the [Ancestor's Mystery] hidden on his wrists!

This pair of bracelets had been used by the Cridland Clan to control the Archdevil's head. But Marvin had already noticed that there was something else extraordinary about them.

It had to be known that the last owner of the bracelets was Marvin's grandfather, Diross!

In a hidden part of the bracelets, he found out a communication imprint.

This imprint should be less than 100 years old.

Marvin reasoned that this imprint must have been added by Diross.

To defeat a God like the Wilderness God, he might really need Diross' strength.

Marvin hadn't used the communication imprint yet because he wasn't too keen on being too close to Hell's forces.

Who knew what plan his grandfather had?

There was a limit to the idea that "blood is thicker than water".

In this Universe that was gradually going crazy, kindness was often a luxury, but sometimes, even basic morals were too.

Marvin didn't know what the price would be to ask Diross for help. He felt that each time he received aid from Hell, he was incurring a debt... He worried that one day, there would literally be Hell to pay.

And there were many things he couldn't afford to pay.

Thus, he wouldn't use it unless it was a last resort.

But now, that time seemed to have come.

It wasn't just him. Minsk, the Jade Banshee, and the Two-Headed Bone Dragon had also been trying to flee, but were now unable to.

The Wilderness God's power was covering the entire dungeon.

Being able to exert such power when he had yet to resurrect was quite terrifying.

Hathaway was very strong, but she had yet to fully master the six High Witchcrafts. The future Ruler of the Anzed Witches, the Ashes Queen, might be no worse than the Wilderness God, but she was still too inexperienced!

Soon, the Witchcraft's power was gradually being offset.

The ritual was slowly pushing in the Wilderness God's favor once more.

Many more cracks appeared on Miss Silvermoon's body!

"Even if it costs me everything!"

The Lich's voice had already turned into an anguished wailing!

The fog over his body had become extremely thin. His power was clearly exhausted and he wanted to make one last move.

He unwillingly gave a last glance at the statue of Miss Silvermoon, before the dark mass of fog rushed at the petrified man at the peak of the star!

Molly suddenly opened her mouth and let out a confused "Eh?"

At that moment, a soft voice sighed.

The sigh echoed in each person's mind like a spring flowing gently, making everyone feel comfortable.

A blurry shadow was now outside the array.

It felt like the moon suddenly rose in the dark dungeon.

Pure coldness. High and noble.

"Faniya… You came after all."

The stone covering the man's eyes shattered, exposing his bloody eyes!