Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 886

Frost crept down the skeletal claw, encasing the entire coffin in ice within seconds. A muffled voice then rumbled from deep within:

"Who has disturbed my slumber?"

A black shadow shot from behind Jenkins. A moment later, a violent tremor shook the ground. The explosion blew the roof off the cavern, exposing the subterranean space. Jenkins, having just shielded himself and his cat from the falling debris, stood atop a protruding stone pillar. He watched as the rocks pinning the icy coffin were blasted away and a young man in a black overcoat climbed out.

Jenkins called out the name, and the young man’s expression immediately twisted with fury. He must have already heard about the incident in Shire City. He had only come to Nolan to handle some business, never expecting that in just one short month, the Orthodox Church would have raided his home.

"You again, followers of the God of Lies!"

Mr. Hood, Silver Flute Miss, and Mr. White Cat, who had been around the massive crater, were nowhere to be seen. Magic Miss had told them to leave ahead of her. But she had no intention of departing herself. She felt responsible for dragging Mr. Candle into this mess and wouldn't stoop so low as to leave him to cover the retreat.

He stood with his back to the moonlight, atop the stone pillar that had once supported the cavern ceiling. A black top hat sat on his head. In his left hand, he held a flowerpot, its unopened bud swaying in the night wind. A white cat was perched on his right shoulder, its soft fur strikingly brilliant in the moonlit night.

It was a rare moment for Chocolate, being out in the open moonlight, but the cat didn't seem to mind.

The man’s expression was grave. The light of the twin moons shone behind him, stretching his shadow across the ground below. He said nothing, yet his silent, still presence alone exerted an uncanny pressure on all who watched.

Pompey snapped his fingers. The Skull Sword tore through space to appear at his side. Wailing souls shrieked as they soared into the night sky, while pairs of rotting hands clawed their way up from the graveyard soil. A chilling wind swept through the dark forest, and the air grew thick with a ghastly aura of death.

The tip of the Skull Sword pointed toward the man standing under the moon.

"I'm going to teach you all a lesson."

Unlike Skryu Pompey, Jenkins had no interest in teaching lessons. He just wanted to kill the man before him, right here and now, then go home and wait peacefully for the Month's End Whisper.

This was hardly his first encounter with the Skull Sword. And while he still had no confidence he could defeat the bizarre weapon, it seemed he might not actually have to.

"Actually, I'm quite curious..."

Jenkins had always hated pre-battle banter; he much preferred to say his piece over his enemy's corpse. But this time, he was genuinely curious.

"Right now, are you the one controlling that sword, or is that sword controlling you?"

The man shouted in response, then raised his weapon high and swung it fiercely down at Jenkins.

A black arc of shimmering energy, like a swarm of butterflies in the moonlight, slashed toward Jenkins. It was so deathly quiet that Jenkins imagined he could even hear the shockwave obliterating the fresh spring shoots in its path.

He bent his knees slightly and leaped upward. His cat-like agility sent him soaring straight into the night sky. With a deafening roar, the stone pillar beneath him collapsed, and flying debris even clipped the cuffs of his trousers as he descended.

He landed in a cloud of dust. After tossing the cat to a safe distance, he clutched the flowerpot and charged toward Pompey's position.

As Jenkins closed in on his opponent, dreadful whispers and murmurs began to rise. This was a new phenomenon, one that hadn't occurred in their previous encounter. It meant the sword was gradually recovering its true power.

The moment Jenkins caught sight of Pompey’s figure through the dust, a howling tide of souls erupted. The torrent of spirits surged unstoppably toward him. Wailing faces and twisted limbs writhed on the surface of the tide, making it look more like a translucent centipede dancing through the air.

The sonic assault made his eardrums throb, but Jenkins didn't stop. He kept running forward, raising the flower high. The flowerpot shattered instantly under the impact of the soul tide, and his exposed skin stung with excruciating pain.

But it lasted only for an instant. The next moment, a brilliant radiance burst from the unopened flower bud. Like water swirling into a massive undersea chasm, the tide of souls rushed uncontrollably toward the bloom. Thɪs chapter is updated by NoveI-Fire.ɴet

"It's really working!"

Jenkins was overjoyed. This was truly killing two birds with one stone. He momentarily relinquished control of the floating flower. With a flick of his right wrist, an invisible sword—or perhaps more accurately, an invisible wooden staff—forged from water, fire, and wood materialized in his hand.

He broke into a run, leaped into the air, and brought his weapon down with savage force.

The metal Skull Sword clashed with the hardwood weapon. The latter snapped on impact but was instantly mended by a full surge of Jenkins's [Life Source] ability.

The wielders of the two weapons stood their ground, locked in a contest of strength. It was the first time Jenkins had observed Pompey's face so closely.

"That's quite a bit of acne you've got there."

He still had enough breath to talk, but he was clearly at a disadvantage. After all, his opponent wielded arguably the most powerful weapon in the material world. Even with his [Life's Breath] at full power, he couldn't make the leaves grow fast enough to envelop Pompey's body.

On the contrary, Jenkins could feel the fire and water within his weapon being suppressed. Visually, the surface of the wood was already becoming tainted by a black, deathly aura.

If not for his [Contact with Death] ability, Jenkins would have died that very instant.

"You shouldn't have gotten so close to me!"

Pompey flashed Jenkins a chilling grin, so wide that it revealed the slightly bleeding roots of his teeth. Jenkins was fairly certain he also spotted a bit of vegetable stuck there and found himself idly speculating about the man's last meal.

A sudden suction force emanated from the Skull Sword, making the soul within Jenkins's body tremble. It was only for a moment, however, and had no real effect on him.

Seeing his weapon was about to disintegrate, Jenkins seized the last moment to free his left hand. He manifested the broken hilt of a wooden dagger from his spirit and thrust it fiercely at the bone armor covering Pompey's body.

The broken dagger shattered again under the immense force, and Jenkins had no choice but to withdraw it. His left hand pushed through the thinning storm of souls around the Skull Sword and grabbed the blade itself. A second later, an enormous repulsive force from the sword flung him backward.

Pompey reversed his grip and plunged the sword into the graveyard earth. The undead, who had already been clawing their way out, now broke completely free from their bonds.

"In the name of my God~"

A woman's voice rang out from the sky. Jenkins looked up to see Magic Miss hovering in the night air, her back to the moon, holding a scepter radiating golden light high above her head.

The air seemed to freeze. A vast, golden divine ritual circle expanded outward from the tip of her scepter. In the space of a single breath, it spread like a golden spiderweb, covering the entire sky above the great cemetery.

"Receive divine punishment~"

Her voice was crystal clear, but the hellfire that erupted from the ritual circle was even more vivid. Boulders wreathed in terrifying black flames rained down like a meteor shower on Pompey's position. A second later, a colossal explosion rocked the area, a sound loud enough to be heard all across Nolan City.

The ground trembled. The layer of snow on the ground vaporized in an instant. The trees in the dark forest toppled outward in a radial pattern from the blast, but Jenkins remained completely untouched.

"Damn it, he still got away."

After the dust settled, a dejected Magic Miss descended from the sky, nearly stumbling as she landed. The spot where Pompey had stood was now a bottomless crater, but Jenkins knew he wasn't down there.

"This was still a good outcome. If he'd managed to summon his army of skeletons, we'd be in much bigger trouble."

He casually caught his cat as it leaped toward him from the edge of the battlefield. Its fur was ruffled, likely from the blast.

"Speaking of which, is that the Fantasy Flower?"

With the dust settled, the Fantasy Flower floated quietly in the air, completely unharmed. Its fully bloomed, pale blue petals trembled gently in the evening breeze. It was exquisitely beautiful; even the most skilled painter could not capture its loveliness, nor could the most melancholic poet compose a verse worthy of its praise.

The flower bloomed fully in mid-air, sending out pale blue ripples with every tremble of its petals. This was a truly mature Fantasy Flower, designation B-01-5-0718. After everything it had been through, it had finally reached its final stage of growth.

Magic Miss watched with great interest as Jenkins carefully placed the stunningly beautiful flower, which had bloomed fully in the night sky, into a box of holy silver.

"Yes, and I have the Skull Sword's souls to thank for it. Unfortunately, even with this, my flower couldn't absorb all of the sword's souls. I doubt I'll get an opportunity again."

The fully bloomed Fantasy Flower was the numbered item B-01-5-0718. Its effect would be determined the first time its user touched it. Jenkins wasn't ready to decide yet, so he could only seal it away in the holy silver box, waiting for the right time to take it out again.

"Why didn't you use that move just now~"

Magic Miss stood beside Jenkins, watching him put the flower away. "The one that turns people into mechanical parts," she added.

"It was too risky. The sword itself probably wouldn't be affected by [Mechanical Light], and if Pompey summoned a corpse to take the hit, he could have resisted it that way as well."

[Mechanical Light] consumes a huge amount of spirit. Jenkins wouldn't use it unless he was absolutely forced to.

The tremendous noise from the dark forest soon attracted the attention of the Orthodox Church, but Jenkins and Magic Miss were long gone before they arrived.

The unlucky duke, meanwhile, was pinned beneath a collapsed boulder. Jenkins made sure to break his ankle before leaving. All that awaited him now was the righteous judgment of the Church.