Chapter 1194: Barging into the Temple Alone (Part 2)

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“Young Master, let me go and take a look.” The assassin raised his hand to block the young warrior. He took a step forward into the snow towards the castle of ice and snow.

“What is there to be afraid of? With our capabilities, it will be easy for us to seize the castle and kill the puppets,” the young warrior muttered.

“Young Master, it is still best to be careful,” The level 7 sorcerer said to the young warrior, as if he was soothing a child.

The assassin stalked forward until he arrived at the base of the castle. They had yet to encounter any attack. In his heart, he secretly thought, “It looks like Young Master was correct. This castle does not have an owner. We have hit the jackpot!”

As he was having such thoughts, he had accidentally stepped on a tiny worm. The worm immediately bit a hole in his boot. It had almost managed to injure the assassin’s toe. The metal thorn in the assassin’s hands stabbed into the snow and pierced through the worm.

His stab was stealthy and silent. Even if there was someone standing opposite him, they would not have been able to discover it. However, all of the puppets in Saleen’s Puppet World Territory shared a common perception. The small worm was a miniature puppet. After it had been stabbed, hundreds of puppets immediately rushed down from the castle and surrounded the assassin’s party.

Once they were attacked, all of the puppets would react, fixating on the assassin as their target to hunt down and kill.

Dozens of weapons were thrust towards him from all directions. The assassin was transformed into a shadow clone. However, it was hit by the poisonous liquid that one of the puppets had shot out, and the shadow clone was transformed back to the assassin’s body. The assassin screamed in pain, but sounds were not transmitted out.

The territory was not meant to be used that way. It was only because Saleen had planned on giving up on the territory that he had used it as a magic skill. The territory could be sustained for more than six hours. The assassin was immediately cut into pieces by the swarm of puppets. Outside the castle, the explorers were still bitterly awaiting his return.

If they escaped, it would still be fine for them. Saleen did not allow the puppets to attack wantonly. The puppets would only attack if they had been harmed. The assassin did not understand and wanted to kill the miniature puppet that had attacked him. As a result, he had brought on a fatal disaster upon himself.

Numerous puppets rushed out from the castle, surrounding the remaining five explorers.

The young warrior’s expression turned ashen with fear, but he loudly shouted, “I am the son of the True Might of the wilderness, you can’t…”

Pfft…

A gigantic axe descended from the sky, cutting the young warrior into half from head to toe. Of the remaining four explorers, none of their capabilities exceeded level 8. These explorers had been the strongest team on the Myers Continent. However, now there were more and more people at level 10 on the continent. In the face of the territorial skill, the small group was powerless to resist.

“Chop them into minced meat!”

“Hahaha, haha…”

The demonic spirits in the Magical Elemental Tower grew excited and yelled as they looked on. Saleen had looked after them, allowing them to be spared from the humiliation faced by demonic spirits and to avoid being turned into food. The demonic spirits had gained the power of the magic net and the viciousness in their blood had increased. In the ancient times, even demonic spirits had the possibility for them to become professionals at level 10 and above. Now, demonic spirits were made to play second fiddle and were treated as food. Even an imp would be able to hunt them down.

“Split up and escape!” The mage shouted and flew up into the air. However, he was shot by hundreds of flying puppets with crossbows. The small group of explorers had not even lasted three minutes before they were swallowed up by Saleen’s Puppet World.

On a mountain peak more than 500 kilometers away, the snow was a few meters thick. On top of the snow, a middle-aged man stood alone in the wind. He stepped solidly on the soft snow. He had not released anything, but he did not sink.

Only a True Might would be able to attain that type of control. Even if a golden grand swordmaster wished to stand on top of snow, they would only be able to by using their sword aura.

The man stood in the freezing cold wind. Wind element surrounded his body, and a long sword flew back and forth. It was not borrowing the power of the wind element, but was pulling along the cracks of the wind element with the man’s mental power.

Suddenly the middle-aged man’s sword crashed into the ground. The middle-aged man’s black eyes glowed explosively. “My child! Something has happened!” The middle-aged man originally had a peaceful expression, but suddenly turned into anger. The winds on the mountaintop were attracted to him in an instant, forming a huge twister. The long sword took flight once more. The man grasped the long sword in his hands. “Slaves of the sword!”

“Master!”

Countless voices replied from the surrounding mountains, valleys, and slopes amidst the deeply piled snow.

“Go and see who killed my child!” The man’s voice was a hundred times colder than the frosty snow. The anger that knitted his brows lessened in a split second, turning instead to some level of suspicion.

There weren’t any powerful forces in the surrounding areas. Of the professionals cultivating in the area, his powers were the strongest. Who else would dare to come and find trouble with him?

His own son was nothing special, but he was still a silver grand swordmaster.

There were an archer, mages, and an assassin protecting his son. With such a combination, even if they had encountered a golden grand swordmaster, they would be able to gain the upper hand. The scroll that he had left to the mages should also have been able to protect his son and allow him to escape from a large majority of dangers.

Who was it? Could it be that they were targeting him?

Saleen did not know that his territory he had set in place had a level 10 person’s son. Furthermore, their capabilities were much greater than Jola’s.

A True Might’s boundary, once mature, was able to oppose a territory.

Saleen passed through the spatial pathway and journeyed forward. The pathway was unusually narrow, as it could only allow accommodate three people. It was also exceptionally long. The space seemed to be underground. Apart from earth elements, Saleen felt that the other five types of elements were sparse.

Fortunately Saleen had learned Jalin’s movement skill and had created the Comet Flash. In places rich in earth element, Saleen was even more swift.

He had advanced for more than 50 kilometers, but there was still no end to the pathway. Saleen picked up speed, treating it as practice for his skills. Saleen’s speed shot up to 150 kilometers per hour in a split second. To be able to reach this type of speed when running on the ground, Saleen needed to have a firm grasp of the Water Shield spell. Otherwise, he would have been flattened after hitting into a wall.

After running consecutively for six hours, Saleen was still unable to exit the pathway.

Saleen understood that he had entered an illusion. Or perhaps it was a maze.

It had been six hours, and he had covered close to 1,000 kilometers. What pathway could possibly be that long? Spatial pathways were just like magic patterns. Depending on the length, the energy required to maintain them was huge. Thus, most magic arrays had fixed specifications and were divided into large, medium, and small. The length of magic patterns were fixed to allow mages to save a large amount of their time and resources.

In order to calculate a new scale of length for magic patterns and all of the necessary symbols complementary to it, a large amount of a mage’s time would be consumed for each small change.

Maintaining a spatial pathway was the same. Typically, the energy consumption was most economical if the pathway was 600 meters to one kilometer. Maintaining low levels of consumption for anything longer or shorter required a significant amount of time to arrange the formulae and recalculate every minor detail.

Even the ancient humans were unwilling to do it. Of course, the Myers Goddess would not, because her spatial pathways needed to be maintained of tens of thousands of years. Although they were sealed, requiring her to open them herself, a special length would cause the loss of energy to be especially severe. There could even be a possibility that she would have no way to reopen the pathway.

Saleen began to chant a lightning rune. Thunder rumbled and the pathway became broader. In the pitch-black darkness, a large number of forked pathways appeared. It was no longer the lone pathway that had been before him.

Saleen’s Elemental Eye able to tell that, amongst the large number of split paths, only one would lead to the temple. He had walked 1,000 kilometers, but he had just been going back and forth at the entrance.

Saleen adjusted his bearings. There was no pressure in using his Elemental Eye to dissect the details of the maze. The Figaro Magic Formula analyzed it completely. Saleen reduced his speed to about 15 kilometers an hour. At last, he found the correct path to enter the temple.

Of course, the best method for anyone who wished to enter the temple was to use the Ring of Gifts and the Goddess’ power of faith or godly power. However, Saleen did not wish to. Godly power was convenient, but using it too much would cause a reliance.

Saleen ignored the numerous splits in the pathway. He walked to the end of the pathway, which was a broad exit. Outside the exit were floating white clouds. Amidst the clouds were 24 tall and majestic temples.

Saleen was indescribably delighted. Although there weren’t any Sky City’s fragments, the white clouds were formed from solidified essence of water element. The temples were built on a huge piece of essence of the elements.

Equipment that was refined with water element essence could accommodate the equipment of the 24 temples.

The Magical Element Tower was sturdy and durable, but when taking flight, its attack was too monotonous. The demonic spirits and magic nets could not be used. The Magical Element Tower was only a formidable attack power when it was floating and had changed its form.

To Saleen, the Magical Element Tower’s only benefit was that it was difficult to destroy. Any level 16 professional would have to consume a large amount of time and mental power to breach it successfully.

If he was able to collect the clouds, it would be sufficient to carry 100,000 soldiers in the air.

Saleen thought for a moment and created a wind dragon that rushed towards the white clouds. When the level 8 wind dragon entered the white cloud, it immediately dissipated, as if it were dust.

“As expected, it won’t be easy. Thankfully, I am a body of water element!” Saleen had already decided that the white cloud was his.

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