Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 1199

Jenkins wondered to himself.

Although his techniques were flashy, Jenkins had seen his fair share of demigods, and he knew that Enchanters of that caliber were typically capable of either killing or being killed in a single blow.

The man in the sky, clearly chanting to unleash a massive ability, was all flash and little substance—a far cry from a true demigod. At that thought, Jenkins realized the Tree House couldn't possibly possess so many demigods. Most in the material world belonged to the various churches; while the Tree House might have managed to recruit a few, they wouldn't deploy them so recklessly after the devastating losses they had suffered in Nolan.

So, he must have been hired for the job.

Unable to discern the man's origins, Jenkins simply raised his hands and began chanting once more. The towering, bone-white monster, encased in its metallic frame, unleashed a new wave of fury, tearing apart everything in its path. Wherever it went, bones and anything else left standing were ripped to shreds.

The phantom gear spun another forty-five degrees for the fourth time. The bone skeleton, suddenly shooting up in height, leaped into the air, its claws slashing toward the demigod in the sky.

The demigod tossed out four short metal rods, which spun and glowed as they cut through the falling snow. The moment they touched the bone skeleton, a dazzling, copper-hued light flooded the sky.

With a deafening crash, the massive skeleton plummeted back to the ground. Most of its bones and spikes were now coated in a fine copper powder, and it crouched stiffly, attempting another leap but finding itself unable to move.

A flash of sword light once again bleached the sky white. Two swift, arcing blades struck the middle-aged man in succession, but they only produced the sharp clang of metal on metal.

Still airborne, Jenkins kicked down hard. A sliver of ice materialized in the humid air beneath his foot, giving him the leverage to launch himself higher. At such close range, his [Twin Demons] ability detonated the instant it manifested.

A sphere of black flame erupted in midair as Jenkins landed. He spun around to see the giant bone skeleton, following his command, grip the heart of the explosion with both hands. An unknown force then blew its frame to smithereens, and with a blood-chilling wail, it collapsed into the mountain of corpses and sea of blood in the square.

Just then, a bolt of blue lightning tore across the sky, and puppets began to rain down one after another. The flash of lightning also illuminated the space behind Jenkins's opponent, revealing the phantom of a young man, frozen in mid-leap.

In the blink of an eye, Jenkins reappeared in the air. His left hand shot out, catching the fully mechanized, gear-like fist. A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth as he brought his right index and middle fingers together, pointing them straight at the demigod's forehead.

Maddened vines tore through the barrier of space, re-entering the material world. The distance was so short that they had barely manifested before burrowing into the target's temples.

The strength in the man's fist vanished instantly. He convulsed once, and the phantom gear behind him shattered, leaving him suspended in midair as the vines drained him.

Jenkins glanced down, released the man's arm, and leaped toward the deepest patch of snow. Before he could land, however, Alexia caught him.

“This should be the end of it, right?”

“No, I think this is just the beginning.”

They both turned to look. Against the backdrop of puppets still raining from the sky, the grievously wounded worshippers continued their relentless prayers, whispers, and murmurs.

In the parliamentary square, left devastated by the battle, a grotesque transformation was taking place. The bones of the dead became spikes of ice, their flesh turned to layers of snow, and their blood froze into solid water. Under some unknown power, the organic matter of the human body was shifting into the inorganic, and in that instant, an ice-blue radiance erupted from the ground.

“What's going on? The seal underground was already...”

He had no time to ponder, transferring back underground via projection. But the people there were just as bewildered. They had done nothing, merely waited quietly for rescue, only for a sweeping wave of azure light to wash over them.

It had no adverse effect on their health, merely causing the temperature in the underground shelter to drop even further.

When he returned to the surface, the whispers had grown into a roar. Jenkins snapped back to his senses to find Alexia pulling him high into the air. Below, the ground was already sheathed in a layer of ice. A visible white frost rolled and billowed up from the surface, dancing in the air above the parliamentary square.

The intense cold spread in every direction, but thankfully, it was held back by the inner barrier. This was no ordinary chill, for the barrier—originally formed of pure spirit—had actually frozen solid, taking on a physical, materialized form. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on NoveI(F)ire.net

Jenkins was immensely grateful for the barrier's existence. If that frigid air had spread into the city, most of its inhabitants would have frozen to death.

With its horizontal spread temporarily halted, the cold was now surging upward. That was why Alexia had pulled him into the sky, but it was only a temporary reprieve. The frigid mist was insidious and unending.

Before long, neither he nor Alexia would be able to evade it, and they would be frozen solid. And the barrier itself, he estimated, wouldn't hold for much longer.

“What in the world is going on? The seal underground definitely wasn't broken!”

“The Tree House must have lied to Lack Stuart, or the ritual he witnessed to ‘contact’ that great being was flawed.”

Alexia said worriedly as Jenkins narrowed his eyes, peering down. Aided by his monocle, he could see that the living people surrounding the square had become prostrate ice sculptures.

Frost and snow coated their forms, yet somehow, they were still chanting in unison. They had been ordinary people, but now a blue spiritual aura emanated from their bodies. This meant that by merely participating in the ritual, they had been transformed into some kind of aberration. The final outcome of such a ceremony was impossible to imagine.

“Are there any local legends? Anything about an ancient monster sealed away by a hero, or a Cursed Item with this kind of power?”

Jenkins asked with urgency, and then he saw it. In the center of the square, a massive ice crystal was slowly rising from the earth. The hard flagstones and the ice formed from human remains rippled around it as if they were liquid.

It was the very same crystal that should have been in the underground hall. The source of the overflowing chill was the parchment scroll encased within it.

Now, that parchment scroll had awakened.