dmims Chapter 255, Section 254: The Banner of Ten Thousand Souls? No! The King's Sword!
Chapter 255, Section 254: The Banner of Ten Thousand Souls? No! The King's Sword!
Chapter 255, Section 254: The Banner of Ten Thousand Souls? No! The King's Sword!
The gloomy sky was like a heavy lead plate.
It weighed heavily on my head.
The air felt damp.
This territory belonging to Ariana seemed to be affected by some kind of force. Pandro looked up at the sky repeatedly, but did not express any opinion on it.
Ian still forced Pandro onto the oxcart.
"The Three Corpses..."
The young wizard found it all rather absurd and outrageous, but fortunately, he was becoming more and more accustomed to such information overload, since he kept discovering similar situations every now and then.
to be frank.
Hearing the phrase "three corpses" from the mouth of a character with a strong fantasy background was still a bit hard for Ian to bear, as it was clearly another statement that went against the worldview.
It's the kind of tropes and settings only found in prehistoric fantasy novels. I remember before I transmigrated, prehistoric cultivation novels often described someone severing their three corpses to achieve the supreme saint realm. Ian felt that adding in the previous concepts of a true creator and the extraordinary aggregation law, it was simply a hodgepodge that was really hard to evaluate.
"Yes, the Three Corpses."
Pandro heard Ian muttering to himself and quickly echoed him. He chuckled dryly; his back, beneath his silver armor, was already soaked with sweat, beads of sweat sliding down his neck and into his collar.
no way.
I was definitely panicking.
His eyes darted around.
He glanced every now and then at the spiked club that Ian was gripping tightly in his hand.
The sharp barbs on the spiked club gleamed coldly in the dim light, as if they could deliver another fatal blow to his buttocks at any moment.
of course.
As long as it doesn't hit your face.
Pandelo felt he could accept it.
"What Three Corpses? Where are the Three Corpses?" Ian frowned, his eyes full of doubt and vigilance, staring intently at Pandro, his voice low and powerful.
The young wizard clearly wanted to know more information. If Merlin's words were true, perhaps the raven was one of his "corpses," but what were the other two?
Confused, Ian wanted to get more information.
however.
"Forehead……"
Pandro smiled helplessly and said in a very resigned tone, "I... I only regained some memories, not all of them."
He was speaking.
He kept his eyes fixed on the spiked club in Ian's hand.
He tried to convince Ian with a sincere expression. But Ian remained unmoved, and the young wizard raised his spiked club again, the tip pointing directly at Pendro's face.
It just goes to show that what you fear most is what happens.
The spiked club swayed slightly in mid-air, as if it might fall at any moment.
Seeing this, Pandro waved his hands frantically in the air and shouted, "Really, I'm telling the truth! I don't have a habit of being a riddle teller!"
All I know is that your three corpses are related to the good corpse, the evil corpse, and the self-corpse. I think even Merlin wouldn't understand the meaning behind this statement.
Pandroh blurted out all the information he knew.
indeed.
This thing, which is clearly out of place in the world's context, is something that even an exploitative archmage would find baffling; only a transmigrator like Ian could understand its meaning.
Just as there are no novels like "Mysterious Overlord" in this world, there are also no novels about the prehistoric era. The development of Taoism also leans more towards the tone of "law-based" ideology.
All extraordinary beings are wizards.
This is the mainstream theme of the world.
Nothing wrong with that.
Therefore, the only person who can clearly understand that the good corpse, evil corpse, and self-corpse originated from Taoism and were derived and adapted from the prehistoric texts, becoming an essential path to cultivating to the level of a super invincible powerhouse, is Ian.
In this regard.
Ian seemed to be deep in thought.
"So, all these messy things—the true creator, the law of transcendent aggregation, and the current Three Corpses—maybe they're just some kind of headless, fly-like attempt?"
His intuition gave him a glimpse of the truth.
Perhaps behind this seemingly chaotic situation lies an attempt to unleash one's imagination in various directions, striving to achieve a certain goal? It's just unclear what that goal is.
Will it become stronger?
It shouldn't be that simple.
"At least you've provided some truly useful information."
Ian slowly lowered his spiked club. His gaze drifted to the distant, overcast sky, his brow furrowed, his lips slightly pursed. He felt a profound meaning lurked within the ever-changing weather. Perhaps, like his own seemingly chaotic and haphazard fate, it concealed something unknown to others.
"Yes, yes, I've always been the most honest, ever since I was a kid." Pandro breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Ian put down his weapon, and the tension on his face eased a little.
"Still good buddies?"
He asked tentatively.
Ian rolled his eyes at him and said irritably.
"I'm your father!"
He felt that the matter of "being given a name" was something he could talk about properly.
Pandro's expression froze instantly.
And in the very next moment.
Ian seemed to suddenly realize something.
"No, ptooey, ptooey, your first father was a minotaur, I'm not a minotaur, and I don't like stealing other men's wives." After saying that, he turned around and jumped off the oxcart under Pandelo's resentful gaze.
"..."
Pandelo wanted to curse, but he didn't want to see the spiked club again, so he could only swallow his curses and get up to straighten his precious clothes, feeling sorry for himself.
He also jumped down.
It fell directly back to the ground from a very high altitude.
at this time.
The town's buildings, suspended in the sky, remained in a state of chaos; some were tilted and teetering on the verge of collapse, while others collided with each other, making dull thuds.
"Return to your place."
Ian gently waved his wand, and with his movement, a powerful magical force surged from his body, spreading like an invisible giant towards the town's buildings in the sky.
In an instant, the town's buildings, which had been suspended in the sky, slowly descended, bricks, wooden beams, chimneys—everything returned to its original position under precise magical control.
The houses gently fell back to their foundations without raising a speck of dust, as if they had never left or been damaged, and everything was restored to its state before the incident.
Even the areas that had been turned into garbage dumps by the flood brought by Ian were cleaned up.
Ariana watched in astonishment, her eyes filled with amazement and admiration. Her lips parted slightly, and she murmured in praise, "Ian's magic is getting more and more powerful."
The girl's eyes sparkled with longing.
"No problem, no problem."
Ian dusted off his hands and glanced back at Pandro, who was trying to climb out of the hay-stuffed oxcart, his body covered in hay and sawdust.
Yes, while Ian was putting everything back in its place, he smashed the guy hard with the oxcart again, so Pandro looked as disheveled as a wandering knight who had just finished a fight.
Yes, he had just finished a fight, and he could indeed be considered a wandering knight.
"You're such a petty jerk," Pandro couldn't help but complain, taking the towel Ariana handed him and wiping his dirty face clean again.
"Um?"
Ian gave me a look that said, "You know I'm petty, yet you still dare to insult me."
Pandro immediately took a few steps back.
"Just kidding, just kidding." He waved his hand with an awkward laugh, no longer insisting on his previous attitude, not knowing why this king was so powerless in front of Ian.
"Would you like something to drink? Pendro's fruit wine is delicious." Ariana stepped in to lighten the mood, and her words immediately caught the young wizard's attention.
"Fruit wine? Is it high in alcohol?"
Ian was indeed a little hungry.
"Not high, very low."
After Ariana finished speaking, she went and brought out a large bottle of fruit wine. Pandro, seeing this, was also annoyed. Ian had hit him, and now he wanted to drink the wine that he had worked so hard to brew.
What could he possibly say?
He could only sulk in a corner by himself. However, since Ian took out a lot of things and started grilling meat, he quickly and shamelessly came over.
"I'll bake it for you."
Ian handed the stove to Pandro.
"Watch closely! I'm the master of barbecue! Do you know how many times I've eaten barbecue in my life?" Pandro seemed to have regained his spirits and began his operation with great enthusiasm.
Ariana couldn't help but laugh out loud, raised her camera, and quietly pressed the shutter. In the sunlight, the three shadows were stretched long, and the sky had cleared up again sometime during the day.
……
A gathering that resembled a picnic.
In the air.
The aroma of the roasted meat hadn't completely dissipated. Ariana sat in a wicker chair, holding a teacup in both hands, sipping her warm honey tea. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, dancing on her light golden hair—even after such a hearty meal, Ariana still sat in the chair, basking in the sun like a lady.
However, both Ian and Pandro were lying on the ground, their bellies round and bulging, spread-eagled.
"belch--"
Pandro let out a loud burp and patted his belly contentedly.
"Indeed, the most unforgettable thing in the world is delicious food."
His tone carried a hint of reminiscence, a touch of wistfulness, and a hint of melancholy. Perhaps for this monarch, there were no other regrets, only the nature of a glutton.
Souls in a dreamlike illusion truly have no right to enjoy delicious food.
but.
Ian brought an exception.
This also applies to the wines that can be brewed.
The breeze feels so nice.
Just then, Pandro seemed to remember something.
"Ariana, it's time for you to practice your swordsmanship," Pandro reminded Ariana. For a swordsman, daily practice was essential.
A skilled swordsman will always encourage his apprentice.
of course.
They themselves, however, would choose to be lazy.
In this regard.
Ariana didn't seem to mind and turned to go into a house to change. Just then, Ian took another sip of his fruit wine.
It was indeed as sweet as a beverage, not a strong liquor, and much milder than beer. However, Ian had drunk quite a bit, and he seemed slightly tipsy.
"Why practice swordsmanship...why not learn magic?" Ian burped, his voice slightly tipsy. "Magic! Magic is the strongest power!"
Pandro dared not refute this, after all, Ian was already so fierce when he wasn't drunk, who knew what kind of amazing treasure Ian could pull out in his current state.
"I can no longer touch magic, can Ian?" Ariana's voice suddenly came from behind, her tone filled with helplessness and a hint of regret for losing her magic.
indeed.
As a wizard.
He never experienced the joy that magic could bring in his entire life.
There will always be some regrets.
Especially after realizing that magic wasn't some kind of monster and letting go of her resentment, Ariana actually had some longing for magic, but the dead no longer had the possibility of casting spells.
A gentle breeze rustled the grass, instantly sobering Ian up a bit. He realized he had misspoke, so he quickly stood up to make amends.
"Magic is about turning the impossible into the possible! Believe me! You will definitely have the chance to experience the joy of magic!" Ian wasn't just comforting Ariana.
The information he had learned from Dumbledore's ancestors flashed through his mind.
Ariana will clearly be resurrected from the past. Although he doesn't yet know the specifics of how, he knows that the past is also the future they are now heading towards.
"Really?"
Ariana tilted her head.
"Of course it's true!" This was Pandro answering for Ian. He had also drunk quite a bit, but he wasn't drunk. He patted the little wizard next to him and began to exaggerate his praise.
"The king of a dead kingdom is standing before you! If he says it's possible, then it's possible! You must trust the king!" It's unclear whether this was praising Ian or subtly praising himself as well.
At this point, the blond boy clearly had no intention of continuing the act.
Upon hearing this...
Ariana's eyes lit up.
His eyes held a hint of anticipation, and his spirits were high.
Don't worry.
Ian made a bet that he was unlikely to lose.
"Uh-huh."
Ariana nodded quickly, but she still picked up her practice sword. "I believe you, Ian, but I don't think I should neglect my sword practice right now."
"I've already experienced the joy of sword practice." Ariana walked lightly to the open space to the side, took a deep breath, flicked her wrist, and the blade drew a beautiful arc.
The girl began practicing.
Ian also watched with great interest.
He used to be somewhat dismissive of swordsmanship, but now he's more mature and understands the importance of having more skills, so he's starting to feel a little tempted.
And this scene was witnessed by Pandro.
"What? Want to learn?"
Pandelo leaned closer, raising an eyebrow in a sly manner.
"Beg me, beg me, and I'll teach you."
He was clearly asking for trouble again, but this time, having eaten and drunk his fill, the little wizard, too exhausted to continue the chase, didn't pull out his punitive mace.
"Hilarious!"
Ian dismissed it with a disdainful grin and gave a mocking Dragon King smile.
"Do you know what it means for an alchemist to never ask for help? Arthur! Times have changed! This is no longer the era of diligent sword practice!" As he spoke, he pulled out a whole bunch of things with a clatter.
Mithril ingots, meteorite iron, magic crystals, and even a small vial of dragon blood.
These are all alchemical materials.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
Pandelo curiously approached, his eyes wide with astonishment.
"Of course, it's to forge a new era of martial arts manuals!" Ian lit a bright red fire and began alchemy, the materials rapidly melting and reforming in his hands.
have to say.
After becoming an apprentice of Nicolas Lemaître, he truly made a great deal of art in his alchemy.
It's like playing a silent symphony.
soon.
A one-handed sword, entirely silver-white and covered with runes, took shape in Ian's hands.
A gem that shimmers with starlight is inlaid on the hilt, and the blade trembles slightly, emitting a clear, melodious hum.
"Isn't it just a nice-looking sword?"
Pandelion, feeling a pang of jealousy, moved closer to the sword.
Unexpectedly.
Ian grabbed him.
"Come forth, my sword spirit!"
The little wizard's strange laugh had a hint of "hehehehe".
(End of this chapter)