ushernet Chapter 648
Chapter 648
Chapter 648: Chapter 53 The Shepherd and the Ring of Ouroboros Chapter 648: Chapter 53 The Shepherd and the Ring of Ouroboros In an instant, the surging power of shadows howled forth, pushing Olive directly backward.
The overflowing shadow power spread in an instant, an invisible wind extinguishing all the candles inside the small chapel.
The shadows radiated out from the Cathedral of Candle Master, spreading rapidly.
It didn’t kick up a storm, but the spreading darkness swallowed every source of light.
Both sides, originally entangled in war, were forced to cease fighting because they had all been blinded.
...What’s going on?
Such a formidable shadow power...
...
The Counselor suddenly felt uneasy.
Lancelot I...
wasn’t he a Knight of the Path of Authority?
Why does his resurrection ritual sound like something from the Domain of Revenge...
[Revenge], that is the strength of the Domain of Love, a power wielded by the Shadowy Celestial Marshal, as shadows are.@@@@
Shadow of Avalon...
if this is a power belonging to the Shadowy Celestial Marshal.
Could it mean that when Lancelot I is resurrected...
he’s no longer the Lancelot he once was?
And as the terminal ritual was activated on this side, another Array far away in Eagle Cape Village was also lit up.
The ritual Array over there is far more complex than the one in this small chapel—dozens of overlapping arrays, symbols, transcendent materials, creating an incredibly intricate, yet so complex system that it’s hard to maintain.
Once they began operating, another hidden ritual Array within was also activated.
At this moment, in the Dream Realm, in the Shadow Nation.
Lancelot, wielding a lance, swiftly moved and swung his weapon three times in succession, knocking the broadsword out of the hands of the husky man before him.
Then, with a dragon-like thrust, he pierced through the man’s throat and heart!
As he withdrew his weapon, the husky man he had killed came back to life.
“Ah, I made a mistake...”
The husky man, bare-chested, appeared slightly unwilling but still cheerfully laughed: “But that was a fine move—whose technique are you using?”
but this can also be seen as part of the play.
Yet, compared to the absurd, cruel, and degenerate Domain of Blood, this place’s diversions are quite conservative.
Right then, Lancelot suddenly paused.
His spiritual body crackled and blurred for a moment.
He heard ...
someone was calling him.
“Ah.”
He sighed wistfully and lamented, “Finally...
is it finally over?”
“Oh?
You leaving?”
The husky man beside him laughed heartily, urging, “Hurry, have some more!
Drink up!”
“When you’re revived, you won’t be able to taste this fine Underworld wine again!”
“Maybe, I’ll come back anyway.
But when I return...
I might just be a white knight clad in silver armor.”
Lancelot chuckled, downing the wine in one gulp.
Amidst the man’s complaining, “Leave some for me!” Lancelot returned the flask and handed over his lance as well.
His body twisted and vanished, as if being sucked away.
And at that moment, the howling shadow grew even denser and howled once more as it spread.
The greenery withered, flames died out, and metal rusted.
Olive clutched his chest uncomfortably and staggered backward—his body was too old to withstand the onslaught of the shadow.
Grape tried to protect himself with rock walls, but they could not withstand the piercing wind of the shadows.
If one were to look down upon Avalon from above, they would see visible ripples of shadow spreading out from Glass Island.