Chapter 622 Is It Too Late?

Roland was enjoying the show!

He wanted to see the news abilities of the Saint Samurai, known as the most OP class, after they leveled up to Master. He hadn’t noticed much yet, but they were truly natural enemies to dark creatures.

But before he had enough fun, he saw a white shadow lunging at him as fast as light.

There was even a cloud behind it caused by the sonic explosion.

Such a speed was beyond the ability of ordinary people to react to.

But the case for the professionals was different.

Roland, as a player with abundant battle experience, managed to react in time.

He cast Magic Shield and Ice Explosion at the same time.

The True Ancestor of vampires hit Roland instantly. At first, there was a terrible knocking noise, followed by the swooshing sonic explosions caused by the True Ancestor’s ultrasonic flight.

The intense airwaves flung all the passersby away. Time seemed to be frozen for half a second at this moment.

Roland was entirely flung back. His shield was filled with cracks and looked like broken glass, and he hit an enormous pillar.

After a thump, he was almost entirely embedded into the pillar.

The True Ancestor of vampires didn’t feel too well either, as she had been entirely frozen by Roland’s Ice Explosion.

She kept her original posture as she landed on one foot with her whole body covered in ice.

Roland canceled the Magic Shield so that he could get out of the pillar.

After he landed, he quickly opened the shield again and disappeared from the street with a snap of his fingers.

On the system menu, the level of the True Ancestor of vampires was shown as a skull.

The strength gap between them was too big to be made up by skills.

Roland wouldn’t have run if he were with his teammates, but right now… Forget it. He would rather not have a head-on clash with her.

One second after Roland disappeared, the True Ancestor of vampires broke out of the ice encasing her.

Looking at the place where Roland disappeared, the True Ancestor had the coldest expression on her tiny face.

She cast her eyes over the floating Saint Samurai not far away, and her cute little teeth extended out of her pink lips.

But her expression was far less cute. “Damn you, pretty boy Saint Samurai, go to hell!”

She raised her right hand and turned it upside down.

Black energy quickly concentrated on her palm into a long dark javelin with a helical tip!

It took only half a second for the dark javelin to take shape.

After she roared and sprinted forward, she threw the javelin out.

The moment she threw it out, a spider web of cracks with a five-meter radius appeared on the stone street under her feet. A visible mass of air was even spreading away from her. Then, the javelin turned into dark lightning and collided with the golden Sunlight.

Instantly, a black channel of dust was created, like the long tail of a comet.

The only difference was that the tail of a comet was usually white and blue, while this one was black.

It was also extremely fast, so fast that Schuck’s heart had been impaled before he could react. Schuck’s expression was frozen. He then turned into golden light and disappeared into the sky.

After he was gone, the Sunlight which illuminated the environment vanished too.

The Ten Thousand Stones Abyss, which had been as bright as day, fell into darkness again.

A tremendous number of bats flew back to their True Ancestor, resumed human shape, and adulated her.

Although she had possibly killed a Saint Samurai and knocked away his accomplice, the True Ancestor seemed quite unhappy.

She looked at the opened windows. With her keen sight, she could see the confusion and eagerness in the eyes of the residents behind the windows.

The people who had lived here for generations had long forgotten the warmth of the sunlight and what it felt like.

However, Schuck’s spell reminded those people of what light was.

Most intelligent creatures had a liking for light.

The True Ancestor was clearly worried.

She returned to her old spot in her palace.

Her favorite wine had been placed on the table, but she was not in the mood to enjoy it.

Her maid asked carefully, “Master, why are you not happy about the triumph? Has your time of the month come early?”

“No.” Holding her tiny cheeks, the True Ancestor heaved a long sigh. “That bloody Saint Samurai used Sunlight. Now, many of our residents have sensed its warmth. There’s no telling if they’ll do anything.”

“Are you worried that they might start to worship the Goddess of Light?”

The girl nodded.

“But this is the territory of the Nether God. Wouldn’t the worshipers of the Goddess of Light be considered rebels?”

The black-haired girl cried, “Sophie doesn’t care! She’s a goddess of order and won’t stop anything that’s legitimate and complies with the rules. She won’t bother even if the Netherworld is filled with sunlight. She might even be glad to see that.”

“Is it really possible?” The maid found it hard to believe. “Ms. Sophie is an expert of dark magic. Wouldn’t her spells be affected if this place was lit up?” “As a matter of fact, she’s quite good at light spells.”

The maid covered her mouth in shock and almost couldn’t believe the news. “Is Ms. Sophie a believer of the Goddess of Light too?”.

“How is it possible?” The black-haired girl rolled her eyes at the maid and said, “She told me that the extremity of darkness is light, and vice versa. So, she’s quite good at light spells. Coincidentally, the Goddess of Light must be very good at dark spells too.”

“I really don’t understand!” The maid found it hard to believe.

“Of course you don’t.” The girl measured her long hair, which reached her hip. “Should I cut it short? This is inconvenient for me to fight with.”

Roland didn’t flee with the flash; he merely moved to the periphery of the Ten Thousand Stones Abyss, or the edge of the great pit. It was approximately the same altitude as where Schuck was floating, so he saw how Schuck was impaled in the heart vividly.

He then left the place, hid among the rocks in the wild, and then left a message in the guild chat.

Roland: “How are you doing? Still alive?”

Schuck: “I’m fine. I’ve been teleported back to the Cathedral of Light. My body is rather weak and it will take six hours for me to recover.”

Roland: “Then take a break. I’ll bring you back here from Fareins when I have time.” Schuck: “Okay.”

Li Lin: “What about us?”

Roland: “Keep lurking if you’re not exposed.”

Li Lin: “Copy that.”

Turning off the guild chat, Roland built a tiny stone house and rested in it.

It was partly meant to recover his magic power. The vampire girl’s terrifying attack almost shattered his Magic Shield. Fortunately, he had modified his shield earlier, and it wouldn’t really be broken until he ran out of mana, although it would consume more mana to resist damage when it was in the status of “ruined.”

On the other hand, Roland was considering how he should deal with the True Ancestor.

She was truly strong, unlike the losers from the Spatial Magic Tower who had great stats but didn’t know the first thing about fighting.

Judging from her quick movements and her decisiveness, it was quite obvious that the girl had been through a lot of battles.

Also, the girl was very fast.

It would be useless to simply lock the space with Dimensional Anchor, as she was extremely fast when she flew even when she didn’t flash.

She was probably as agile as Andonara.

How could Roland deal with such a boss?

He barely stood any chance of winning even if he were to use Elemental Embodiment.

He recalled the intelligence he learned from Ragnar and considered if there was a feasible solution.

Then, he subconsciously said, “How can I kill her?”

The enemy was so strong that Roland didn’t consider catching her alive anymore.

That would be too difficult.

All kinds of comments were popping up in the stream channel.

“Wow, what a beautiful vampire girl! I love her! Screenshots taken! Licking!”

“@Roland, please tell me a way to go to the Netherworld. I need to pick up my wife from there.”

“Upstairs, for your information, there is a comprehensive criminal law in our country for people like you.” “FBI, open the door!”

“This is allowed by the law. The vampire girl is even older than your grandmother.”

“Yes, it’s legitimate! She’s old but she’s still a girl! I’ll lick her too.”

“Wait, didn’t you hear that Roland wanted to kill her? It would be such a shame if a beautiful girl like her got killed.”

“That’s so brutal. How can you possibly do such an insane thing to such a lovely girl?”

“No, you can’t. Can you tell Roland not to kill her? Just catch her. I can pay a ransom of several hundred billion for her in reality.”

“Human trafficking is also against the law. Slavery doesn’t work anymore nowadays.”

“It’s just the trade of game data. This is just a game. Why are you taking it seriously?”

“Really. I also don’t want such a beautiful girl to be killed. Beautiful girls are rare resources in the first place, not to mention one who is special and will always remain beautiful.”

“Too befuddled to think straight when you see a pretty face, right? Humiliating! Yes… I’m talking about myself.”

“Let’s vote in the forum and ask Roland not to kill this girl, okay?”.

“Wow, what a bunch of disgusting men. You don’t want to kill her just because she’s pretty? Do you even know how many people the True Ancestor has sucked dry?” “But Roland didn’t say that the True Ancestor killed a lot of men, right? It’s said that blood-drinking just means some loss of nutrition for humans if the vampires are cautious.”

“Let’s just be straight. You’re just into her because she’s pretty.”

“So what? You women love watching the pretty male stars too, don’t you?”

“Oh… I don’t know how to respond to that.”

“Let’s vote in the forum and ask Roland not to kill her.”

“That’s unnecessary. He’s working an epic quest, you think he’ll spare her when you ask him to? But Schuck was right. You should pack up a girl and take her home if she’s beautiful.”

Time always flew fast when one was thinking carefully.

Roland had no idea that people were arguing about whether or not the vampire girl should be killed in the stream channel. Three hours had passed, but he hadn’t come up with anything

At this moment, someone shouted from the outside, “Sir, are you in there?”.

The voice sounded familiar. Roland walked out of the shelter only to find that it was Ragnar the Gnome.

“You tracked me down?” Roland was slightly surprised. “Is there anything I can help you with?”

“I think it’s time that I lead you to my friends.”

“You didn’t trust us before, but you’re willing to lead us to them now?”

“I’ve seen the previous battle,” said Ragnar in admiration. “It was truly awesome of you to escape from the enraged True Ancestor. Also, your friend, he was really… I’m sorry. I feel very regretful for your friend. A sacred man like him shouldn’t have perished in such a

place.”

Ragnar had grown up in the Netherworld. He had never seen real sunlight until this day.

It was so warm and bright.

Although it lasted for only ten minutes, he felt that he was all heated up and filled with strength.

Roland waved his hand. “He’s not dead; he’s just back in the Church of Light.”

He was speaking the truth, but in Ragnar’s ears, it sounded like a subtle eulogy.

Generally speaking, when a believer died, people would say that he went to paradise and was embraced by his god.

He felt that Roland was expressing the same thing

Seeing that Roland would rather not talk about the Saint Samurai, Ragnar simply continued, “I think we can unite against the True Ancestor of vampires.”

Roland smiled. “I think so too.”

About three hours later, Roland met Ryan and his crew in another area of rocks.

He discovered, to his surprise, that all those people were Masters and above.

Their leader was even a Legend. It was truly possible to kill the True Ancestor with a team led by a Legend. Was this the designed plot of the epic quest? Would the NPCs help him?

While Roland thought about that, Ryan stepped forward and shook his hand. “My friend, I’m glad to meet you. We’ll be allies and trustworthy partners as long as you’re willing to overthrow the True Ancestor and kill the vampires.”

“Thank you.” Roland shook his hand too. “But is this your whole crew? I don’t think it’s enough.”

It was possible for such a team to assassinate the True Ancestor in peacetime.

However, after the previous fuss, the Ten Thousand Stones Abyss would definitely be under martial law; even if it wasn’t, the city guards would be much more vigilant than before.

Therefore, while the team was strong, their odds of success were slim.

“We’re just one of the teams.” Ryan smiled. “Sir, you are an esteemed Mage, so we’ll try to protect your safety in battle. But we have a question. Can any of your other partners perform light spells? It’s such a shame that the Saint Samurai passed away.”

Roland really wanted to laugh.

So, everybody thought that Schuck had died.

He couldn’t help but explain, “Don’t worry, he’s still alive. The Church of Light has a special lifesaving skill now.”

Ryan was greatly shocked. “For real? You can escape from death? Bro, is it too late to worship the Goddess of Light from now on?”

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