ushernet Chapter 354: 368: The Power to Shape Planes
Chapter 354: 368: The Power to Shape Planes
Chapter 354: Chapter 368: The Power to Shape Planes
“We simply aided a friend worthy of respect,” Lancelot shook his head, gazing at the purple crystals, a struggle evident on his face. “Elothysia, how are souls imprisoned within these crystals?”
“Usually, when a creature dies, its soul immediately separates from the flesh and travels to the Domain of the Vague in the Stellar Realm, which mortals refer to as the Netherworld, unless Fiends have tampered with the soul beforehand,” the Succubus Paladin shrugged her shoulders with a look of distaste. “However, if killed within a certain Magic Formation, the soul cannot leave and is instead captured by a soul container set up within the Array. Some weapons and magic items can also achieve the same effect, and transferring souls between two containers is much simpler.”
“What about this one?” Lancelot, reminded of something, pulled out an amulet from his Dimensional Bag. It was an item given to him by Fallen Paladin Enrique just before his death, it too bore a crystal, but this crystal was almost entirely black, only refracting a hint of purple when light struck it.
“This is used to capture the essence of Fiends,” the Succubus Paladin recognized the item as well. “It’s best not to use this on ordinary people; too weak a soul will be outright crushed by it. Only souls strong enough can withstand the pressure inside it.”@@@@
“Our Cult has always been intrigued by the connection between Fiends’ essence and souls,” Kalalin spoke with interest. “In many ways, they are very similar, except the soul of a mortal first travels to the Domain of the Vague after death, whereas the essence of Fiends returns to the plane of their birth—Bottomless Abyss, Nine Hells, or Scorched Flame Hell. Considering that almost all Fiends can be transformed from the souls of mortals, there’s a view that essence is essentially the soul, just infused with some... other elements.”
“I see, perhaps this amulet will be of great use at some time in the future,” Lancelot pocketed the amulet, his gaze returning to the soul prisms. “What would happen if I smashed these crystals?”
...
“The souls inside would be immediately released, heading to the Domain of the Vague, waiting for the Divine Envoy’s guidance or the King of the Dead’s judgment,” Kalalin shrugged her shoulders. “Why do you ask?”
“Then, what is the value of these soul prisms to the Fiends?” Without immediately answering the Scholar’s question, Lancelot turned to Elothysia. “Are they just used to cultivate new Fiends?”
Lancelot spoke again, but his words sent a chill through everyone’s hearts.
“That’s correct, although they are mainly used as currency circulation, the end is inevitably so,” Kalalin said hesitantly, “unless... someone releases them...”
“And that is exactly what I want to do,” Lancelot nodded solemnly and spoke the words worth three hundred thousand Gold Coins, “I believe trading these Soul Prisms is unethical. It’s like slave trading; even if we are not responsible for the ultimate torment, the suffering of the victims is our responsibility as well.”
Everyone looked at each other, and no one spoke up to object. They all knew Lancelot was right, but it was indeed a huge amount of money, and no one had the courage to just say no.
“Damn it, you all know he’s right!”
Bruto was the first to break the silence. The Dwarf’s obsession with wealth was no less than any other race, but their sense of right and wrong was equally unambiguous. He raised his hammer and shouted:
“My old man always used to say that one day I’d screw up something very valuable. It’s time to prove him right!”
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