Dark Light Chaser.

Chapter 644 The Resurrected Apostle

As the elevator descended, all three apostles felt an invisible pressure.

Without a doubt, the magician who was least affected and under the most pressure was Janus.

Before the elevator reached the bottom, he couldn't help but ask, "Geharu, aren't we here to find Feitian? Why are we going to the lowest floor?"

In the last ambush, apart from Janus who had died once, the most seriously injured was the tyrant, who is still lying in a sarcophagus recovering from his injuries.

However, the number displayed on the elevator clearly exceeded the floor where the tyrant was located.

The magician raised a shield, relieving some of the pressure on the trickster and Janus: "Go and retrieve the clone left behind by Gaia to complete your main body."

"What? You mean there's a way to quickly restore my strength?" Janus asked excitedly.

The recovery pods at the base's bottom level can also compensate for the lack of Apostle Origin, but the recovery time using that method is calculated in years.

Janus only lay in bed for a month before deciding he didn't want to continue.

Lying in the recovery pod while fully conscious is worse than being in prison.

At least in prison he could move around a bit, but in the recovery ward he couldn't do anything.

The descent stopped, and the three of them stepped out of the elevator together.

Janus and the trickster stopped in unison, allowing the magician to walk alone to the central altar.

Above the altar floated a diamond-shaped crystal, as black as ink.

The magician, alone and under immense pressure, walked step by step up the altar, then reached out and slowly approached the crystal.

For every centimeter closer, the pressure increases by ten percent.

If the pressure the magician is under now were placed on an ordinary fusion warrior, the latter would probably be squeezed dry instantly.

This pressure is the simple and unpretentious anti-theft method of the Thousand Faces Man: I'll just leave the stuff there, and if you're so capable, take it yourself.

However, for most apostles, the pressure emanating from even the lowest level of the barrier was already unbearable.

Who could withstand dozens or even hundreds of times more pressure to take something from the altar?
Janus and the Trickster simply waited at the elevator entrance, unwilling to even approach the altar.

Only magicians who frequent this place can withstand that pressure.

Zizi!

As the magician grasped the crystal, accompanied by a series of electric shocks, the pressure emanating from the altar suddenly dropped, almost causing him to stumble.

Not only the altar, but also the pressure that had permeated the lower level, including the hints that the Thousand-Faced Man had set up to interfere with spatial transfer, all disappeared with the acquisition of the crystal.

With the pressure gone, Janus eagerly jumped in front of the magician, looking longingly at the crystal in the other's hand.

He nudged the magician with his elbow, grinning from ear to ear: "Why didn't you bring this out sooner?"

"Don't think I don't know what you're up to. Do you think this is some kind of free-range cabbage that you can have as many as you want?"

The magician tossed the crystal to Janus: "Those repair pods that can replenish the apostles' essence are just converters. They will slowly extract the energy from this thing and transfer it to the apostles inside the pods."

In other words, this thing can essentially be seen as the entity of an apostle without any developed consciousness, and even I cannot use it casually unless absolutely necessary.

"Is this the true form of the Apostle?"

Janus stared at the crystal in his hand, momentarily at a loss.

Janus didn't care about killing people at all, but being instilled with the idea that the Thousand-Faced Apostle was family made him feel very uncomfortable about eating one of the Apostles.

“It’s not the Apostle’s true form. Didn’t I say that in the elevator? This is an avatar left behind by Gaia.”

While urging Janus to use the crystal, the magician explained, "Gaia's black water has always been able to create primordial substances; otherwise, where did the masks in the organization and the black water sub-bodies we use come from?"

Janus was astonished: "The black water can actually repair our bodies? This is the first time I've ever heard of such a thing."

After swallowing the crystal, he continued to ask, "What about Fei Tian? Does he have one too?"

He doesn't need it.

Before the magician could answer, the cunning master spoke first, saying sarcastically, "The other person is injured, but you, you idiot, were killed and lost half of your body, needing your essence to replenish it."

"I can't be bothered to argue with you."

Janus was about to lash out, but then he remembered that his power had not fully recovered and held back.

Seeing the two locked in a fierce argument, the magician had to step in again to smooth things over: "Alright, both of you, say less."

"We're going up to find Fei Tian later. He hates it when people argue in front of him, so watch out, or he might beat you both up."

Janus pursed his lips, looking quite disdainful, but he obediently kept his mouth shut.

The same applies to the cunning strategist on the other side.

Fei Tian is known for his explosive temper within the Apostles' Council.

He's not the kind of person who's usually loud and has a bad temper; instead, he'll look at you expressionlessly and silently, and then suddenly attack you and beat you to death at some point.

He has a fiery temper; he's ruthless and doesn't talk much.

Janus dares to joke around with magicians and the Man of a Thousand Faces, but he immediately becomes a well-behaved child in front of tyrants and Scarlet Ice.

Janus spent some time in Canaan under the rule of a tyrant when he helped transport armor.

People often have their heads crushed by the tyrant without warning while they are giving a report.

There was no reason or explanation; he died inexplicably.

Nobody knows what exactly offended him.

This left a very deep impression on the young Janus.

As for why they were afraid of Fei Bing... apart from the Thousand-Faced Man, there wasn't a single person in the Apostles who wasn't afraid of her.

The entire base's equipment relied on that single crystal for power. With the crystal being swallowed by Janus, the underground base officially ceased operation.

Without the barrier that interfered with spatial abilities, the three no longer needed to take the elevator back.

Janus casually opened a three-story spatial portal and took the lead, walking inside.

Magicians and tricksters followed closely behind.

"How's the recovery going?"

The magician walked up to the stone coffin where the tyrant lay and asked.

His response was a withered right arm that pierced straight through the sarcophagus lid.

The tyrant, like a dried-up corpse that had been lying in a coffin for many years, slowly sat up, pushing open the broken stone coffin lid.

Compared to his skeletal frame when he was first brought here, the tyrant now appears to be mostly healthy, except for being skin and bones.

Janus walked up curiously and poked the skinny tyrant: "Your body has grown back in just a few months. The recovery speed is much faster than last time."

The tyrant gave Janus a cold look, without speaking or making a move.

"Ahem, after all, Fei Tian has been absorbing energy to strengthen himself over the years, he can't possibly stand still, can he?"

The magician coughed lightly, drawing the attention of the apostles to himself.

"Alright, everyone's here now. Janus, how are you feeling? Are you ready for teleportation?"

(End of this chapter)