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Within these Souls, there were Baisaro, Volikov, Skorando, and many faces that had perished during Feast Night... The vast majority had fallen at Garen's hands, and as they gathered together, an overwhelming aura of resentment filled the air!
A chilling wind howled, cutting through the atmosphere! A barrage of venomous glares converged on Garen, as if they wished to tear him apart!
Garen's expression grew serious.
Both the Judgment Skill and Resilience Talent belonged to skills with special effects, and such skills could not be cast repeatedly in a short time. According to the System's prompt, the casting interval for the Judgment Skill was approximately half an hour.
With this quantity and intensity of Souls, even casting Judgment ten times would hardly cleanse them all!
This would be a bitter battle!
With a rip, Garen tore open his black coat, tightly wrapping it around his sword-wielding right hand. He then raised his Greatsword high, and a brilliant golden light erupted from his body!
A strong and intense battle intent blossomed forth!
Suddenly, a Soul shrieked as it charged toward Garen! At that moment, Garen transformed into a golden ray of light, shooting straight ahead. The Soul was instantly engulfed by golden flames and reappeared moments later at the same spot!
However, the golden ray did not stop; it surged forward over ten meters, consuming every Soul it touched in golden flames. Garen's target was suddenly the Necromancer!
But there were simply too many Souls here. They swarmed forward, ultimately forming a solid barrier that blocked Garen's path! He found himself with multiple wounds across his body; the Souls refined by necromantic magic were far stronger than they had been in life. The gash on his chest had clearly been inflicted by Volikov, who possessed level 8 strength!
Garen squinted his eyes, feeling his breath become somewhat erratic.
"Alright, let's call it a day for today's game. Special Soul, we will meet again soon!" At that moment, the mage on the wooden chair slowly stood up.
He had a staff in his palm, which he hadn't noticed before, emanating a dark glow of Black Purple. With a swift motion, the Soul in the room screamed and vanished, until the last Soul disappeared, and the Necromancer was gone as well.
Garen did not immediately relax his guard; instead, he surveyed his surroundings for a while before confirming that the other party had truly left.
But why?
Garen couldn't help but feel puzzled.
……
Meanwhile, at the top of the tall tower near the old building, four strange figures were present.
Three of them sat at the edge of the tower, each wearing hats shaped like different animals: Suddenly was a Moose, a lion, and a White Hound.
"Hey, someone noticed us!" exclaimed the young man in the dog hat, surprised as he touched his handsome cheek.
"It's the scent of necromancy," said the Moose man after pondering for a moment.
"Oh! Are we going to fight? I can't wait!" the lion said eagerly in a deep voice.
"Idiot! Lion, don't forget what our purpose is!" Moose pinched his brow and said helplessly. "And can't you try using your brain to think things through?"
"Well, I understand... By the way, the Necromancer has gone far. Should we go after him? My fists are itching for a fight!" Lion exclaimed, waving his fists.
Dog lifted his head and looked at the figure standing atop the tower.
"You don't want us to expose ourselves, do you?"
The sound of armor rustling filled the air as the man on the tower stepped onto Lion's shoulder, causing them to fall silent.
"During this mission, even if every person in this town is killed, you must endure."
"Let's go, and invite His Highness to return home."
...
The next morning, Tutulu sent someone to inquire about last night's events. Garen did not hold back and recounted everything about the Necromancer. The messenger knight showed considerable shock, clearly struggling to believe in the concept of "resurrection." After Tutulu's decision, the matter was ultimately suppressed and the two bodies killed by Baisaro last night were secretly disposed of.
Garen felt somewhat puzzled about this incident, especially regarding Mogao's sudden departure. After all, given the circumstances from last night, they had held a significant advantage.
After thinking it over, Garen decided to check out the old building again that night.
However, it was Yasthia, who had been making steady progress for over a month, who suddenly came by in the afternoon with a major dilemma.
“Fourth Phase cannot be initiated?” Garen looked at Yasthia.
Yasthia, still dressed in her simple attire, pointed towards the nearby Watchtower and pulled out a stack of papers from her pocket.
“To be precise, it’s not that it cannot be initiated; it’s that it cannot succeed,” Yasthia said seriously.
“Why is that?”
“On the Blueprint you provided, I overlooked a very important aspect,” Yasthia explained. “That is these tentacles, or more accurately, the Mana Delivery Branch.”
“I never understood the purpose of these structures until yesterday when I conducted a Magical Energy test. That’s when I realized they play a crucial role—balance.” Yasthia gestured as she spoke. “In short, if the energy on either end of the Magical Energy is unequal, for instance, if the opposing energy is too strong, the Watchtower will experience insufficient supply, ultimately leading to imbalance!”
“Imbalance?” Garen asked, somewhat puzzled.
“Exactly. This means that the Watchtower will enter an overload state and eventually be destroyed by the energy,” Yasthia took a breath. “I’ve already tried to minimize what could be reduced, leaving only a few key components like the Magical Energy delivery branches. But now it seems that even with these key components, achieving completion is unimaginably difficult…”
“I’m becoming more and more curious about what kind of person… could design such a Magic Tower!”
Garen understood Yasthia's point.
The true Watchtower was incredibly complex. During its construction, Yasthia had lightened many parts or omitted them altogether. However, even with just a few remaining components, it posed a significant challenge.
It was not hard to understand how a transmission tower connecting two major realms could be so complicated.
Energy balance essentially means that if the teleporters of the Valoran Continent are likened to an energy parameter, then the energy of the Watchtower must reach a corresponding level. Otherwise, it could lead to the destruction of the Watchtower, and even more terrifyingly, this could result in a disruption of the teleportation process.
If interrupted, what fate awaits those beings wandering in the rifts of time and space? Will they be annihilated by the Temporal Rhythm? Will they be eternally lost in the fabric of time?
This is undoubtedly a rather tricky dilemma.
Every Super Warrior on the Valoran Continent possesses terrifying Rune Power, but how can Garen find energy that matches this?
“Do you have a solution?” Garen asked, looking at Yasthia, who appeared relaxed.
Yasthia smiled lightly. “There is indeed a way. If you can find various extreme attribute energies to create an energy balance, it may lead to an abundance of Magical Energy.”
“Extreme energy?” Garen was taken aback; in front of the remarkably knowledgeable Yasthia, his understanding in this area was almost nonexistent.
“Yes, for example, evil, holy, death, life…” Yasthia pointed at Garen. “The Fighting Spirit within you is very special. If I’m not mistaken, it should be pure energy without any attributes. In that case, it can also be considered a type of extreme power.”
Garen finally understood and continued to ask, “Is any extreme energy sufficient?”
“In theory, yes. However, it certainly won’t be that simple… Based on the capacity of the Watchtower’s Magical Energy, each type of power must be at least level 12, which is the peak state of First Level,” Yasthia said after some thought.
“And at least three types are needed.”
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