Chapter 63 Part 1
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Chapter 63: Deadly Chain (1)
The sole reason Alan can move is that Bai Yan’s game progress has only reached this stage.
He has momentarily gained his freedom.
Now, Alan’s primary concern was how to either delay time or escape outright.
As both a swindler and magician, Alan never acted rashly; rather, he valued his life immensely.
Though he might make a sacrifice someday, he refuses to die meaninglessly.
Alan recognized that his adversary was a formidable foe whom he couldn’t directly confront, and he began formulating various escape strategies in his mind.
“I shall end your life swiftly, so when that Lin Bian arrives, all he will discover is a lifeless corpse.”
Weasley knew he couldn’t linger. Once he became entangled with Lin Bian and the other Night Watchers, even he would lack any chance of escaping again.
That pathetic Night Watcher called Lin Bian is a genuinely detestable madman, exceptionally difficult to handle.
“Allow me to demonstrate my overwhelming power as you pay the price for obstructing my path.”
Black Magic: Dance of Death Shadows.
Weasley delicately extended his pale fingers, and the surrounding shadows morphed into massive black swords and spears. Fierce ghostly warriors bearing horrifying visages roared and howled, performing a death dance in the storm, launching their vicious assault upon Alan with extreme malevolence!
They embody death, they embody war!
“Transparent Wall!”
Alan wielded his magic wand and hastily cast defensive spells with tremendous effort to withstand the opponent’s onslaught.
The swords, weapons, and warriors crashed against an invisible barrier.
The invisible walls…developed visible fractures!
The Night Watchers had imposed a “restriction” on this area, making escape via Passwall spell impossible. Alan felt as though he’d been struck on the back of his head.
He swiftly executed a new magic trick.
The walls shattered, and the dance of death shadows advanced once more!
“Transposition.”
Alan was covered in sweat as he exchanged positions with a small frog beneath a nearby eave at the crucial moment, barely avoiding the death and conflict composed of countless shadows.
The ground consumed by despair transformed into a completely black shade, devoid of life.
The orchestrator of everything, black wizard leader Weasley, remained stationary with eyes containing nothing but deadly intent and coldness.
He was undeniably a genuine master of black magic, possessing years of experience and sufficient raw power to match that of the famous Marquis Scarlet.
Alan inhaled deeply and manipulated numerous crimson balloons drifting in from all directions.
These were traps Bai Yan had established beforehand, yet Weasley remained oblivious to them.
“Such trickery…”
Hmm?
In that instant, Weasley sensed it before Alan – others were concealed nearby!
It was an ambush, though some distance remained to cover.
Weasley attempted to raise his finger, but his form gradually stiffened, his cold expression frozen in that moment.
Not just his body, but everything surrounding him – raindrops, air, stagnant water, including Alan himself – came to an absolute halt.
The entire world stood frozen, and the concept of sound vanished entirely.
Silence.
The moment became eternal.
A figure with long white hair, purple-hued eyes, and a cross in hand materialized before Weasley’s eyes, the cross growing increasingly larger until it transformed into a jet-black light descending from above!
At first glance, Mu Ling accurately assessed the power dynamic and recognized herself as the challenger.
This formidable opponent is exceedingly difficult to handle!
Hunters aren’t knights, and ambush tactics remain essential to hunting.
“Boom!”
The massive black sword struck Weasley’s form, and his tall, lean frame exploded into countless black shadows, though no blood remained.
The surprise attack had failed.
Mu Ling calmly accepted this reality while realizing the enemy had vanished from her detection range.
Lacking investigative tools such as a surveillance screen, she momentarily stood bewildered in place.
Time resumed its flow.
Alan was briefly stunned as he suddenly witnessed the enemy vanish, only to be replaced by another figure in the same spot…it was Mu Ling, the hound of Babel Tower.
How could she be here? Her appearance was instantaneous!
Alan was confused and briefly entertained the absurd notion that Weasley had transformed into Mu Ling.
Well, that’s simply impossible.
Yet he quickly deduced the reason – the girl in the video had demonstrated what appeared to be the power of ‘time stopping’.
Babel Tower!
“Hunter? So it was you all along, the hunting hound of Babel Tower.”
Weasley concealed himself in the shadows of nearby structures, his hands moving rhythmically, his gaze resembling that of an earnest conductor.
“That earlier power was quite troublesome, time stopping… It seems I must exert my full strength.”
The previous sudden sword strike had temporarily neutralized the Relic he depended upon for survival.
Weasley perceived mortal danger emanating from Mu Ling.
“The darkness within darkness, the true mediator of shadows, the authentic ruler of the Gray Area. I willingly offer ten years of my life, grant me permission to manipulate the darker aspects of existence.”
Upon confirming “Nightsaber”, Weasley resolved to make his sacrifice.
If he doesn’t pay the price and conclude this fight quickly, all hope of escape will vanish once the Night Watchers arrive.
Sacrifice represents the most beautiful aspect of black magic.
By paying a certain price, Weasley, who initially stood at a disadvantage, could temporarily wield power approaching that of a Monarch!
“Unfortunately, I have no living sacrifices at hand. After successfully escaping, I must capture some individuals to compensate for the deficit.”
Making others pay his expenses represents the most gratifying aspect of being the Black Wizard!
Weasley’s formerly gray eyes are now pitch black!
This is it, Dark-Eyed.
Muhammad Magdy
I have to say, if he is fated to die a few minutes from now, how can he exactly sacrifice 10 years of his lifespan?
Shouldn’t he drop dead immediately?
After all, a person’s lifespan is not a range of age or a countdown that all consider dying from old age as true death but the time he spends from birth to death.
This plothole stinks and I hope it will not be a common theme.