Do ratmen dream of the sacred tree of spirits?

Chapter 104 "Resonance"

An arc of light swept across the back of the third-tier demon's neck. Fafnir's spiritual perception couldn't even detect the trajectory of the arc of light; it was too fast and too sudden. His naked eye saw the silver-blue "thin line" touch the demon's head without any pause or obstruction. Instantly, the third-tier demon's head was severed, and its tall body crashed to the ground.

One sword, one level three—that's outrageous! Who is this? Everyone in the team had this thought.

It was a raven! Fafnir's attention wasn't on the shock of the sword strike, but on the familiar figure he saw. The raven hovered above the rift, its wings shimmering with a silvery-blue light. It flew over the group, tilted its head to look at Fafnir, and then landed in front of him.

The raven disappeared, and Viktor Zaitsev landed on the ground, still wearing his black priest's robe with a golden raven feather on his chest. Fafner noticed that Mr. Viktor was holding a slender, silver-white longsword in his right hand, its surface shimmering with iridescent light. Oh, I've seen it before, Fafner thought. When he first met Mr. Viktor, Mr. Viktor was wearing full armor, and this was the sword at his waist.

"This is resonance," Kingsley whispered as he walked over. "It's a weapon developed by Victor in collaboration with the university; it can resonate with spirituality and the spirit world—"

"My little Fafnir—" Mr. Victor smiled wearily at him, then turned and flew towards the rift. Fafnir hadn't even had a chance to speak—

"Everyone! Stop the evacuation! Bishop Zaitsev and Bishop Aldrich are here! Continue clearing out these Tier 1 and Tier 2 demons, keep reloading the psionic cannons—" Seeing the situation developing in a positive direction, Bishop Gray quickly gave the order.

"My God—it's Bishop Zaitsev! He killed a messenger with a single sword strike!"

"There's hope! We can hold them off!"

"Long live!"

The team members shouted, not only to celebrate their brief victory, but also to encourage themselves.

At this moment, the fallen third-tier demon emitted a large amount of black mist. The rift seemed to sense something, and the black mist, which was originally spreading outwards, began to gather into the rift—as if the rift was absorbing the black mist.

"Damn it!" Sister Fanning couldn't help but curse again, "The crack is still widening—"

This time, three Tier 3s emerged from the rift. "Such spiritual fluctuations must be from top-tier Tier 3s," said Bishop Kingsley, his face pale. "Should we retreat? I must contact messengers from other territories immediately. They must drop everything to help us. Lorraine needs widespread support from across the country—" In principle, each territory must have a messenger stationed there, and regional bishops cannot leave their territories. But now, Bishop Kingsley was terrified by the current situation. Three top-tier Tier 3s—the regional forces were insufficient. This was a major event for the entire Holy Kingdom.

"Gavin, you keep watch from the side, I'll handle them."

Mr. Victor instantly rushed into their midst, raising the "Resonance" in his hand.

The three enormous demons were immediately forced back and defended against Mr. Victor's actions, fighting against three opponents at once without being at a disadvantage.

"This—" Kingsley paused briefly while using the telematics system: "We need to contact the Eastern Region of the Holy Kingdom immediately. They can no longer manage other territories; we need to concentrate all our forces here."

One fatal blow!

Victor seized the opportunity, unleashing the full power of "Resonance" with a surge of spiritual energy. Simultaneously, the stealthy nature of "Resonance" within the spirit realm caused a third-tier demon to fall instantly.

However, the rift widened, perhaps due to the spiritual pollution of the "black mist" which added power to it. Several more third-tier demons emerged from the rift. This time, Aldrich also joined the battle, immediately drawing the attacks of two top-tier third-tier demons.

"Except for those with ranged attack spells, everyone retreat to a safe distance immediately." Bishop Gray gave the order immediately. The current situation was dangerous, but it was necessary to have people with ranged attack spells to engage the first and second-tier demons and avoid breaking through their defenses.

Victor faced the remaining six, and two more squeezed out from the rift, making it eight Tier 3 cultivators. His expression remained unchanged. He raised "Resonance" to his chest, sword tip pointing upwards. Silver-blue spiritual energy radiated outwards from the blade. The surrounding spiritual realm structure was changing; "Resonance" was resonating with the shallow spiritual realm, and the spiritual energy of the entire area was vibrating in sync.

But—the spiritual energy required for "resonance" was almost depleted; Victor's face began to turn pale, and the veins on his forehead bulged—

Hang in there!

The fissure suddenly expanded outwards, and another torrent of black mist poured out, several times more concentrated than before. Sister Fanning's golden radiance fluctuated violently as she tried to dispel the spiritual contamination from her body, but the spiritual energy expenditure was too great.

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Fafnir sensed the pollution immediately, but he froze. When the pollution surged towards him, it didn't devour his spiritual radiance. Instead, the black threads seemed drawn to something, burrowing into his black void, his "spiritual rift." What was going on?

The spiritual pollution, the "black mist," is being swallowed by the spiritual rift; it's somewhat painful, but still bearable.

"Withdraw! Withdraw everyone! Messengers from all nearby territories, as well as mobile messengers, are on their way!" Bishop Gray made the decision immediately.

Sister Fanning led Fafnir backward from the front lines. Their retreat was slow, and Fafnir's gaze remained fixed on Victor. Mr. Victor's "resonance" had slowed; from a distance, the silver-blue light of the "resonance" was still there, but it seemed much dimmer than before.

Fafnir saw that Mr. Victor's shoulder had been slashed, and black mist was seeping from the wound. Fafnir could barely make out the fighting; Victor's movements were slowing, as if each swing of his sword required more strength than before. Fafnir saw the black, corrupting threads creeping into the spiritual cracks in Mr. Victor's wound. Therefore, with each spell Victor cast, a portion of his spirituality was being corroded; he was being consumed—

Fafnir was deeply saddened. He had seen Mr. Victor in many different ways, mostly kind and composed, though Mr. Victor sometimes appeared tired. But today, Mr. Victor—

Fafnir looked down at himself. When the black mist surged toward him, it was all swallowed up by the spiritual rift. Apart from a little pain, he was not harmed at all.

A thought suddenly popped into Fafnir's mind: he seemed to be able to absorb spiritual pollution. Was it the effect of the "ledger" or perhaps his bloodline? He couldn't watch Mr. Victor be exhausted like this.

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