Chapter 629 – Entrance of the Third Order
Chapter 629 – Third Order Entry
Saul didn’t hear the wind chimes, but his soul threads scattered around were the first to sense those seemingly real wind chimes.
The milky-white shell-shaped wind chimes were windless, chaotic, and disorganized, giving people a sense of weightlessness as if they were falling into an abyss at a glance.
It was the wind chimes of Clark the Dream Maker.
“Clark!” Lucy looked up and yelled into the wind chime, “Kill Kismet!”
Kismet lurched into motion and without hesitation turned and fled toward the rear gate.
The entire room, however, suddenly elongated, and no matter how much Kismet ran, surprisingly, he couldn’t get close to the door.
Kismet seemed to realize that he couldn’t escape from Clark this way, and immediately made a sharp stop and stomped his foot violently.
The masonry on the ground instantly burst one by one, and the loud ringing sound, as if with new magic, even made the wind chimes above his head begin to swing stiffly.
The afterglow also paid attention to Saul behind him, and immediately realized that Lucy, who originally wanted to secretly attack Kismet, suddenly covered her head and fell to the ground.
Looking very painful.
On the contrary, Saul did not feel any other attacks except that he could not hear anything.
Saul immediately launched a spiritual armor art to filter some of the magic, so that Lucy behind him felt better.
When Saul moved his attention back to the front again, he realized that Kismet had disappeared at some point.
The wind chimes above his head also resumed swinging in a disorderly manner.
Only then did Saul regain his hearing in his ears by healing his minor injuries, and then lowered his head to check Lucy’s condition.
Uh …… dismal.
He pulled a cloak out of storage and draped it over Lucy’s, no more than a few pieces of fabric left, torso.
Lucy’s body was covered with huge wounds sliced by sound waves, and although she didn’t bleed by relying on her sorcery, her skin was split open, and she looked very gruesome.
Saul took out a potion and handed it to Lucy, the other party sat down against the wall, clutching the cloak in front of her, but refused Saul’s potion.
“Thank you, but I can’t take the medicine right now.”
Lucy’s snow-white shoulder on one side was still exposed, and the huge wound on it was slowly bonding, closing back up in just a few seconds, even the cut was fading fast.
It wasn’t like witchcraft or self-healing ability, but rather like the use of a prop of some kind.
Saul simply took back the potion and took it himself.
He also had some tiny wounds on his body, all from the after-effects of Kismet’s attack.
Just as Saul got up, he suddenly felt a hand around his throat, picking him up whole.
Saul only felt that his neck was going to be crushed.
He immediately tried to fight back, but couldn’t catch any hint of an attack.
Pressing his hands on his neck, he didn’t touch the arm that was choking him either.
Everything seemed to be in the air, a figment of his imagination.
Like a dream without logic!
“Well ……,” Saul tried to soul out, only to find that the arm that was restraining his throat had also grabbed his soul body at the same time.
Making it impossible for him to disengage from his body at all.
Just as Saul’s eyes widened and his hands were ready to transform into tentacles, Lucy on the side suddenly spoke.
“Clark, let go of Saul!”
The wounds on Lucy’s body had all healed and she barely managed to get up from the ground.
Although she was in a sorry state and still wearing Saul’s cloak, she had already puffed out her chest and nodded her head by now, regaining her reserved yet haughty demeanor.
However, Clark only slightly relaxed his force and did not completely let go of Saul.
Thor held Clark’s wrist and tried to use his magic to break free, but found that whenever he tried to cast a sorcery spell, an eerie feeling of sleepiness prevented him from mobilizing his mental power.
Lucy frowned, “Lord Clark, Saul just saved my life from Kismet, whatever your previous beef with him, please put him down for now and at least give him a chance to explain.”
Just then, a gust of wind hit the room, blowing the room’s already cluttered furnishings against the wall.
When the wind stopped, Pei’er was already standing in the center of the room. Seeing Saul being restrained, she was just about to step forward when she stopped again.
“Clark, you let go of Saul.”
Facing Pelle, Clark gave an impish smile, “Heartbroken for your little lover?”
The corner of Sol’s mouth twitched.
Pelle blushed, then rolled her eyes in mock impatience.
“The boy has some ability, I’m keeping him useful.”
“You mean his ability to clean up pollution?” Clark chuckled, “That’s not bad, but I prefer to keep that particular ability in my own hands.”
Clark suddenly pulled Saul closer, “Let’s say I just eat his soul so I know what kind of ability he has.”
At the sound of ‘eating souls’, Pellew’s eyebrows twitched, thinking he meant it.
She lowered her head and deliberately lowered her stance, “His ability is useful to me, and besides, you know who he is.”
Clark narrowed his eyes, “Of course I know, a small, self-important wizard who plotted with you on how to kill me back.”
Lucy was stunned, and the words begging for mercy left her mouth.
Saul’s face was terrified and his mouth spat out a vague scale as if trying to beg for mercy.
Pei’er is the eyes show vicious color, violently rushed forward, the whole person turned into a whirlwind, unexpectedly no longer care about Clark’s hands of Saul, directly trapped two people.
……
After the whirlwind, Pelle reappeared. She looked at the corpse of Clark and Saul on the ground, momentarily at a loss.
Lucy on the side was so scared that she backed away, looking at Pelle as if she had seen a very scary monster.
Pelle looked down again, but her eyes fell on Saul, who was lying on his back, his eyes out of focus.
“What happened? I-I killed them all?” She unconsciously clenched her fists, her heart empty, surprisingly completely lacking the pleasure of having her revenge avenged.
“It was a dream.” Ophelia’s voice suddenly sounded in her mind.
Pelle snapped in relief, but the next second she tensed up again.
“I can’t believe I didn’t react at all… Is Clark close to the fourth rank?”
“Heh.” Ophelia laughed lightly in disdain, “Even if he did eat you, it would only increase the probability of entering the fourth rank.”
Pelle tried to break free from the dream world, but realized that even though her strength was now nearly fully restored, she still couldn’t find a break in the dream world.
“Ophelia, according to the agreement, it’s time for you to make your move!”
Pelle didn’t need Ophelia to personally kill Clark, and the other party couldn’t transmit that much power through her own body.
She only needed Ophelia to get rid of the dream entanglement for her, and as long as she wouldn’t be disturbed by the dream invasion to disrupt her mental power, she was sure that she could keep Clark in the old manor forever.
However, Ophelia, who was supposed to fulfill her promise, suddenly lost her voice.
Pelle waited a moment.
Seconds passed like years.
“Ophelia?”
“Ophelia!!!”
Her face instantly grimaced.
……
Saul looked at Pelle, who suddenly stood still and didn’t speak, and immediately realized that Clark had struck out at her.
By now Pelle had probably been pulled into the dream world.
Saul immediately “panicked” and tried to distract Clark.
As long as Ophelia is out of the way, Pelle will be able to break free from the dream world very quickly, and if Clark relaxes his guard at this time, it will be the best opportunity for a sneak attack!
(End of chapter)