Chapter 257
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Chapter 257: Ranster, I Curse Your Ancestors!
It’s hard to imagine that a bold uncle who can outdrink dwarves, knows a lot about engineering, is very strong, and usually appears to be a blacksmith, actually hides his true identity as not a powerful warrior or knight, but a ranger known for his agility.
Moreover, judging by the way he attacks, he is an epic shadow archer.
But now is not the time to dwell on what Maider’s profession is; even if he suddenly told everyone he used to be a priest of The Church of Light, he would still be a priest with epic fighting power!
"Isabella, Tina, how are you two? How is Lolth?"
Maider stood behind An, keeping up the pressure with Isabella and Tina against the two cultists, and spoke up to ask.
"We’re fine, and Lolth is fine too—Maider, An, it’s great that you came…"
Even though the two of them had lost some power after their attack, and Maider’s shadow bow had cracks that looked like it might break at any moment, and An looked very pale and unwell, the time Isabella gained was enough for her to regain her strength!
Hearing the friendly banter and seeing Isabella get her energy back, Ranster’s expression changed once again.
"So… do you really think these people can defeat me?"
He said angrily, and the answer came from Isabella, who rushed right in front of him.
With An and Maider keeping an eye on Chyzh, she no longer had to worry about Lolth and could focus all her energy on this guy, who was also at the legend level Middle Level!
"Of course! Actually, I can do it all by myself!"
Even with the Ultimate Power and without any familiar gear or weapons, when Isabella got close to Ranster, this time she swung her sword with a strength more terrifying than any blow she had dealt in her prime!
The blade of the curved sword sliced through the air, forming a half-ring of frost.
The magic contained in the sword was overflowing!
"Frost Dance!"
Isabella shouted loudly, swinging the blade towards Ranster’s head.
Just this one strike forced Ranster to defend with all his might; with the slightest mistake, he could be cleaved in half!
He could also feel the light of a sword and shadow arrows coming from behind him.
Attacks from three different directions almost pinned him in place.
There was no way to evade… and almost no chance to defend!
But in this almost hopeless situation, Ranster laughed again.
It was no longer a carefree or annoying smile, but rather a somewhat mad laugh.
"Ah ha ha ha—Alright! You forced me to do this. I originally planned to save this move for that old man, but after seeing that succubus… I think the old man might not need it anymore… So I’ll use it on you as an appetizer!"
As Ranster said this, he showed no defense or evasion; instead, he raised the staff in his hand and began to cast a divine spell.
Ultimate Power flowed from his staff into Chyzh.
In the next moment, three attacks hit Ranster without holding back, the shadow arrows and sword light left his back covered in blood, and Isabella’s strike landed directly on his head, blood running down his forehead.
Yet Ranster still maintained that mad smile, his expression twisted and insane.
At this moment, Isabella was sure that this guy was indeed a complete cultist.
Even though he suffered such a heavy attack and was on the brink of death, he still completed the divine spell he intended to cast.
Behind him, Chyzh’s Ultimate Power was activated, and her face showed a hint of fear, anger, and hatred.
"Ranster! No!"
But her voice was completely swallowed by the swelling Ultimate Power, and the black smoke coming from her body resembled what Isabella had seen in the underground of Palgauro City—the only difference was that this Ultimate Power was even stronger and more terrifying than before!
This was clear from Chyzh Winchester’s reaction; the countess cultist obviously could not control this expanding Ultimate Power!
Moreover, this Ultimate Power was not just concentrated around Chyzh Winchester; the rolling black mist and Ultimate Power spread outwards, nearly engulfing the entire Hillenbrand Town!
The force that could not be controlled by Chyzh Winchester’s consciousness was now acting based on the nature of Ultimate Power and the enormous hatred that erupted in Chyzh Winchester’s heart just before she was engulfed!
These emotions, when combined with Ultimate Power, reflected even more intensely.
Watching this terrifying scene, Isabella, Tina, An, and Maider all felt their pupils tighten.
They all knew that this was not a situation they could handle.
"From the moment I saw this guy, I thought of this method. Since she has already become a ‘vessel’ once, it will be easy for her to become a vessel again," Ranster said with a grin, a curved knife sticking out of his head and his body covered in blood. "But this time, my ritual will be much stronger than hers—feel the power of my master and the despair of the End of Days, where everything comes to an end! Poor fools!"
He opened his arms, embracing the strong Ultimate Power. Even though his injuries were still severe, in this area filled with the power of the god he believed in, his near-death state slowly began to fade away.
As the concentration of Ultimate Power continued to rise, this place felt like an extension of the realm of the "God of Demise"—in fact, it was only possible because it was connected to the God of Demise’s realm!
After all, Ranster didn’t have much magical power nor did he control the Power of the Evil God. What he did was simply use Chyzh Winchester’s body and soul as a key and anchor point to open the path to the Divine Kingdom.
"Damn it…"
Glancing at Tina and Lolth behind her, Isabella gritted her teeth and her body was covered with a thin armor made of frost magic as she charged toward the spot where Chyzh Winchester had just stood.
Now, she was the only legend present, so this task had to be done by her!
But what had been only a few dozen meters now seemed like an insurmountable chasm.
After taking just three steps, his magical power was almost entirely consumed by the Ultimate Power!
Just when she wanted to grit her teeth and push forward, she heard a sigh from above her head again.
"Don’t go to your death… Little Isabella."
In the dark mist beyond, a graceful figure slowly approached, carrying an unconscious old man.
"Take care of this old guy… I can handle this."
Isabella looked up and took the unconscious Grandpa Gandhi that was thrown in front of her, feeling a sense of relief as she gazed at the figure in the air.
"Understood, Ms. Lolia!"
