Throne of Magical Arcana

Chapter 86: The Reinforcements

Translator: Kris_Liu Editor: Vermillion

Inside the cave, there was a long and slanted paved path heading toward the underground palace. Around every ten meters, there was a candlestick on the stone wall. The yellow candlelight was rather dim and made the pathway even more thrilling.

Quick as a shadow, Lucien quietly followed the pathway and went into the deeper darkness.

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The silver-robed great priest was checking the other pathways through which the hounds of the Church might sneak into the relic. However, he left the main entrance for last since Angola was fighting in the front, and that gave Lucien precious time to find the dungeon.

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Instead of spreading his spiritual power, Lucien was using his acute hearing to sense his surroundings. It seemed most of the guards were currently out to fight against the night watchers, since Lucien heard no one talking or walking. In the nest of the heresy, he needed to be very cautious with the use of any supernatural power.

The underground relic was huge. Although he did have a few rough guesses from observing the surroundings in the Scene balls, Lucien never expected that there was indeed such a magnificent relic here.

As the ground became smoother, Lucien saw that there were many iron doors on both sides of the pathway. Feeling rather hesitant, he was not sure if he should open the closest door in front of him.

His right hand grabbed the handle, slightly shaking. Lucien had no idea what was waiting for him in the room.

Just when he was about to turn the handle, Lucien heard someone talking. The voice came from another room, but not far from where Lucien was standing now.

“What’s going on outside? All the priests are out?” a man asked. His voice sounded nervous.

“I have no idea what is happening. The explosion sounded horrible.” answered the second person.

After roughly estimating the strength of the two heretics, Lucien decisively opened the door and fiercely rushed at them. The heretics were totally unprepared for this sudden attack and in the next second they were knocked out and fell on the ground.

Closing the door behind him, Lucien awoke one of the young heretics.

After feeling rather confused for a second, the heretic recalled what just happened and was about to scream for help. However, the only thing he managed to do was opening his mouth. As soon as he made eye contact with Lucien, his mind got lost.

There were countless stars in Lucien’s eyes, and his eyes were as deep as two black holes.

“Do you know where they are, the poor family that they just caught several days ago?” asked Lucien in a soft and low voice.

“Yes… yes my lord.” The young heretic looked rather respectful since he had been hypnotized by Lucien’s Eyes of Stars. And as Eyes of Stars was more of a kind of hypnotism, very little magic wave could be detected.

From that hypnotized heretic, Lucien collected some important information: the palace was located in the west side of the huge relic, where the main force of Argent Horn usually patrolled, while the dungeon was in the northwest, guarded by an average dark knight and several of his squires.

Besides, the relic actually had more than one level. However, the several levels beneath were completely destroyed and could not be utilized anymore. On this level, there was a total of five pathways connected to the Black Forest.

Knowing that the main force could come back at any moment, Lucien needed to be hurry. Breaking the two heretics’ necks, he left the room, bypassed the palace in the west and headed toward the dungeon fast and quietly.

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With a better knowledge of this relic, Lucien calmed down a bit. Soon he arrived at the dungeon.

The dungeon was quite big, and it was divided into half by the iron bars. There were around seven or eight cells on one side, while on the other side four knight squires were pacing back and forth, talking about what was going on outside. Behind them, assorted instruments of torture were hanging on the wall.

The old man wearing black leather armor had a twisted face. At this moment, he was sitting on a bench, listening to the sound of fighting outside and looking at the cells on the other side with an irritated expression. Lucien thought that he must be the dark knight.

Then the old knight stood up and said with anger, “Bring them here… the two who lost their fingers. I need to have something to do.”

Lucien’s heart suddenly sank.

“Lord Janson, they can’t be killed right now!” A knight squire dissuaded him.

“I don’t need you to remind me!” shouted Janson irritably, “They’re the most f***king troublesome prisoners in the whole bloody dungeon. I gotta take them to that shitty cabin every couple of days! So what am I in the priests’ eyes? A f***king dog walker?!”

Janson’s irritability and anger came from his Blessing. The squires exchanged a look and one of them took the keys and opened a cell.

“You two, get out of here.” Tim kicked Joel and Alisa who were lying on the ground.

Joel and Alisa were very scared. Iven’s eyes were filled with tears and he bit his lips silently, since there was nothing he could do as a young boy.

“Move!” Tim kicked Joel on his back. Out of the iron bars, Joel staggered forward and fell over in front of Janson.

Taking the leather whip down from the wall, Jason fiercely flipped the whip on Joel and Alisa with great anger, “Rubbish! Damned idiots! And I need to f***king walk you EVERY… F***KING… DAY!”

Every time he burst out a word, Janson lashed at them with a bitter whip.

Although Janson was still constraining himself to avoid killing Joel and Alisa, his whips still made Joel and Alisa scream at the top of their lungs in great pain and roll on the ground back and forth.

While Janson was enjoying the screams, Lucien was clenching his fists with great anger. The muscles of his body were all tensed up. He wanted to kill all the bastards and tear them up to pieces, right now.

However, he still had to bide his time. Acting in a rush and impulsively could easily kill him here, not to mention rescuing uncle Joel and his family.

Hiding in the darkness, Lucien was waiting.

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“Ilia, these night watchers are tough.” Angola was floating high in the air, sending his voice to the other great priest using his fiend power, “They have lots of powerful magic items. Luckily, we took the initiative and all of their magic items are destroyed.”

Only five night watchers were still standing. They were Clown, Salvador―the Canon Holder, a grand knight, Minsk―the Red Dragon, and a pastor. The other twenty five night watchers were all dead, and some of the bodies were even destroyed.

“Don’t waste our time anymore, Angola. Finish them all, and we have to destroy this entrance.”

Ilia’s voice came and urged him.

“All right.” Angola raised his arms again, covered by dark shadows.

At this time, the night sky suddenly turned blue in a weird way, as if the ocean and the sky exchanged their positions. The ocean was hanging up above them and a huge water column shot downward and overwhelmed Angola!

Ilia sensed the power, and he stood up instantly.

Camil, the Blue Tide.

The level seven radiant knight arrived!

Flying high in the sky, the two great cardinals, Gossett and Amelton, also arrived following lady Camil.

“Kill all the prisoners! Destroy all the evidence! Everyone leave through the other pathways!” Ilia commanded immediately.

At the same time, he started to cast the spells to destroy the altar. Although he was a level seven priest himself as well, the reinforcements of the Church consisting of the two great cardinals and a radiant knight were irresistible.

Besides, Sard, the horrible monster, also could show up there at any moment.

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Receiving the order, Janson lifted his whip high with a savage look on his face.

When Lucien heard the deafening splash coming from outside, he knew it was time for him to take action. Like a white shadow, Lucien jumped out of the darkness and rushed at the dark knight with great momentum.