Chapter 194: Cracking the Cracks

Chapter 194: Caught and Countered
Victor let out his breath somewhat wretchedly, looking at the black tentacles tangled together on the ground, and Saul, who was crouching on the first floor with his hands covering his ears, and couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief.

“How interesting.”

He held on to the handrail, gripping his harp as he slowly and leisurely made his way down the stairs.

“As a second level apprentice, Saul, you really surprised me. Although I’m only …… a commoner and sorcerer apprentice who came here, you’re the only one who can continuously break free from my musical theater.”

Victor straightened his hair, which was a bit messy because of the dodge he had just made, ignoring the blood on his body, and he transformed back into that somewhat melancholic and beautiful man.

At that moment another loud bang came from upstairs and it was one after another, it seemed that the people upstairs were also fighting and it was getting more and more intense.

Victor picked up the pace of his speech, “It’s a shame I don’t have time to be curious as well. I guess whatever the reason, your mental qualifications must be frighteningly high. That’s wonderful.”

Saul still covered his ears and didn’t say anything.

Victor wasn’t surprised as he stepped over the tentacles hanging across the stairs, “Ah, I forgot, you’re pretty tired right now, aren’t you? That long tone just now was called ‘Slumber’, and aside from not being very elegant, it usually works pretty well. You should be paralyzed and weak by now, you just want to fall asleep quickly, right? There’s no need to resist, you won’t be afraid if you fall asleep.”

However, just as Victor’s words left his mouth, he saw Saul suddenly come in place and raise his leg twice.

Victor: “……”

This time he really changed his face and said in surprise, “Impossible, even if you cover your ears, it’s impossible to block the long tones!”

Saul slightly tilts his head sideways, allowing Victor to see his left ear.

Inside his ear, a bit of bright red blood gushed out.

“I can’t believe you deafened yourself!”

Saul squared his head and said in a voice slightly higher than usual, “So you don’t have to talk too much, my lips are average and I can’t read them if you talk too fast.”

Victor’s breath hitched and his chest rose and fell hard twice, his ever graceful composure cracking a few times.

It wasn’t until the sound came from upstairs again that he calmed down and spoke slowly, “This long tune really needs tweaking. It’s only good for sneak attacks, not for head-to-head battles.”

Saul nodded, “This tone is fine.”

Viktor snorted coldly, “Do you really think that, by being inaudible, you can avoid my attacks?”

“Of course not.” Saul replied cooperatively, “Your strength is more than level two.”

Victor smiled and didn’t deny it, “You really did surprise me a lot today. But that’s where it ends. There is some beautiful music that you can hear even if you are deaf, your head is cracked open, and your flesh is rotting, because your soul also loves to sing.”

Victor opened his lips slightly.

However, the next thing that came out of his mouth was a raspy sound.

Victor raised his hand over his throat and exhaled slowly.

The breath that emerged from his throat condensed into white ice crystals the moment it entered the air.

Seeing the haze coming out of Viktor’s mouth and the ice crystals that began to spread around his body from his neck, the big stone weighing down Saul’s heart finally fell down.

Viktor opened his mouth again, but failed to make any sound.

He looked down and saw the softly stepping black tentacles scattered all over the ground.

The tips of these tentacles all carried some tiny ice crystals, and under the high speed movement, even Viktor could not see the traps on them.

“Freezing cold …… touch.”

The trembling voice was so tiny that Sol could only roughly judge what the other party was saying through Victor’s mouth.

Now that he was deaf, Victor’s harp could no longer continue to mesmerize him.

And with Victor mute, he couldn’t use his voice to attack Saul.

Between one attack and one defense, Saul had finally dissipated the huge gap in strength between himself and Victor.

The most frightening thing about Victor was the mesmerizing nature of his musical comedy plays.

Saul had never seen such sorcery before, so he was defenseless when he first encountered Victor and was brought into the rhythm of the other party.

He swung his right hand violently at the stiffened Victor, and several translucent worms flew towards the latter.

Victor moved his frozen body with difficulty to avoid the worms, but the next second the black tentacles that fell to the ground wrapped up one by one, directly entangling the mobility-impaired Victor into half a mummy.

Only his eyes were exposed.

There is a kind of immediate sense of Golza.

Too bad the eyes of the two don’t resemble each other at all.

At that moment, the worm that had landed on the ground finally crawled slowly onto Victor.

Algae parted his tentacles by a slit, making it easier for the worm to burrow into him through the soles of his feet.

The entire time, Viktor didn’t put up any more resistance, as if his consciousness had been frozen, and he could only wait for Saul to carry out his final execution.

But Saul had not let his guard down. Every now and then he glanced at the diary in front of him, spread out flat.

On the white paper of the diary, Saul’s miserable death ending was densely written.

Go upstairs, you will die. Don’t go upstairs, die.

Launch an attack on Victor, will die.

All Saul could do was analyze and stall for time, deducing over and over again the ways he could survive.

It wasn’t until he finally confirmed, in one death warning after another, that Victor’s most terrifying sorcery was his voice!
In the diary, Saul died twice from harp attacks and ten times from Victor’s voice!
In front of him, the last indication of the diary is exactly that:
May 29th, 316th year of the lunar calendar.
“You’ve been a self-inflicted wound.
You finally escaped the harp’s sonic manipulation.

You have frozen his lips.

You’ve frozen his lips to prevent the attack from reaching your heart.

But when you stepped forward to unearth the secrets of the man in front of you.
You died.

Saul looked at the words in the diary with no joy at all in capturing his enemy.

This time the diary didn’t even state exactly how Saul died.

“Could it be that just by stepping forward, the opponent will be killed back? Or will other enemies appear?”

Saul couldn’t hear anything right now, and could only judge the intensity of the battle between the two sides on the roof of the building by the vague vibrations of the ground under his feet and the dust falling overhead.

Saul stepped back one step, two steps.

He really wanted to kill Victor while he had the chance, and it would be even better if he could capture the other party’s soul consciousness.

He believed that Victor must know the secret of this manor.

At the very least, he knew why Ralph Manor had become what it was now.

But whenever he tries to take Victor, or just get close, the diary informs Saul in terse terms, “You’re going to die.”

This time there is no scene to materialize, keeping Saul from figuring out exactly where the danger of death is coming from.

The last time he’d encountered this kind of death cue with absolutely nothing but warnings and no foreshadowing had been when he’d stayed in Mentor Kaz’s lab in the middle of the night and been besieged by circle after circle of monstrosities.

If the tower master hadn’t appeared at that time, Saul would have had to stay in that lab forever.

So, seeing a similar warning again, Saul did not act rashly.

“What if I escape and leave Ralph Manor now?”

This time the content of the diary finally changed.

[Solstice 316, May 29th.
You have learned to be cautious.

You learned to stay out of harm’s way.
But it didn’t last long.

While you were trying to get out of here.
A giant worm falls from the sky.

It smells you.

And covets your delicious flesh.

Now, if I may ask.

Is the worm’s belly warm?]

“Not even if you run away?” Thor was a little confused, but he then realized something much more serious.

When had he been “trying to escape from here”?
It seemed like right now!

“Boom–“

A loud cracking sound resounded throughout the castle as countless walls, wood chips, and rocks fell from the sky.

Following along with the fall, it turned out to be the white-haired wizard Kron and his apprentice Swan who had disappeared for a long time.

Kron was covered in wounds.

A green shoot grew out of each wound, and the whole person looked like a small, lush tree in early spring.

But Krang was still fine.

His apprentice Swann …… only had the upper half of his body left, and the cross section of his waist wound was actually a piece of wood!
Thor could see Kron cursing as he climbed to his feet, while Swann just opened and closed his mouth in agony on the ground.

“Boom–“

There was another loud bang.

Saul didn’t hear it, but he felt it.

A huge white shadow fell overhead and smashed directly onto Krang, white chunks of flesh covering his entire body.

Half a meter away, Swann, who had been spared, could only stare and let out a horrified wail!
Saul’s back was instantly soaked.

The white shadow that fell from overhead for the second time – it was a giant worm!

(End of chapter)