CH 78

The black dust disappeared, and Rode was still in a semi-dazed state.

He never expected to use the new ability of the Soul Altar here.

In that instant, it was as if a string in his mind had been touched, prompting him to use "Soul Strike" without hesitation.

It was like holding the string of the monster's soul and tearing its entire soul apart.

The power far exceeded his imagination.

Rode looked at his right hand, which had returned to its original state from a semi-transparent state, without any change.

Suddenly, a strong feeling of joy rose in his chest—

What if "Soul Strike" was paired with "Seal Spirit Bullet"?

"Not bad."

Nightwing jumped over from a distance and rare praised him.

"With half of my elegance, you are definitely not a reserve combat personnel. You deliberately deceived us just to show off in front of us, right? This behavior is too childish."

This guy... Rode explained helplessly, "I didn't lie to you. I really am a reserve, and I haven't taken a single combat class."

Nightwing sneered, "Come on, just say that the moment you touched the ground just now, the energy fluctuation you used accurately pushed your body over a distance of twelve yards, landing right in front of the monster. Your movements were skilled, fluent, and natural, with the energy rising and falling suddenly. You have had at least two years of training. You can't fool my sharp eyes."

Rode didn't know how to explain.

This ability seemed to be innate to him. He grasped the techniques of spiritual power exceptionally fast. After Karaman taught him to use spiritual power to enhance his strength and resist damage, his progress was almost rapid.

"No more to say, huh? Hmph, let me tell you, although you are a bit powerful, you are far inferior to me."

Molly whispered, "But he is a special student. You applied over five hundred times when you were in college, but you were never allowed. The management personnel of the college were annoyed by you..."

"Molly!" Nightwing shouted loudly, glaring at her in anger.

Professor Bince ignored them and walked up to Rode.

His expression had returned to calm, and his tone was still calm:

"Are you the Starfire Sequence or the Ling Fire Sequence?"

Rode's tone carried some respect. Professor Bince's knowledge was worthy of his respect. Knowledge was indeed power.

"Starfire Sequence."

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"How many fire seeds have you ignited?"

"Two."

"What is the name set by the Mechanical Research Institute?"

"Black Rice Bucket, damn it."

Puff!

Nightwing had just taken a sip of water and spewed it all out.

But Professor Bince's tone remained unchanged. "There were no relevant records in the library a month ago. It is a new fire seed characteristic. Has the Mechanical Research Institute given you a formal fire seed analysis?"

"Uh...no."

Professor Bince nodded and didn't ask again.

Turning around, he walked to where the monster had died and squatted down to check the body, which had turned into a pile of ashes.

Nightwing held back his laughter and asked, "Rode, why is your fire seed so strange? Let me guess, did Black Rice Bucket give you clairvoyance? The more rice you eat, the better your vision. This logic makes sense, doesn't it?"

Does this make sense too? Do they have some misunderstandings about eating?

Rode couldn't understand their logic, but if he could explain it this way, it was also a good thing."That fire seed must be the soul attack from earlier. Grass is a plant, and it's sharp. You cut open the monster's soul like a sharp knife, which makes sense, right?"

"Ah, yes, yes."

Night Wing's joy +2.

He said with a smile, "Am I not very smart? Young man, I know what you're thinking. Your move was powerful, but still far from matching mine. It's impossible for you to win Mo Li's heart. She has been through many battles and seen a lot, right? Mo Li."

Mo Li's pretty face blushed slightly as she said softly, "But I thought Rode was very handsome just now."

Crack.

Night Wing seemed to hear the sound of his glass heart shattering and angrily said, "Isn't my heroic posture during battle more handsome than him? You've seen it so many times!"

Before he could finish his sentence, the black mud on his nose from his earlier fall suddenly fell into his mouth.

"Ptui, ptui, ptui, ptui!"

Suddenly, Professor Bince said, "It's not it!"

Night Wing wiped his mouth and immediately asked, "What's wrong, Professor?"

"The monster that left traces here is not this evil spirit hunting dog."

Professor Bince stood up and searched the darkness with his gaze.

"This is the sacrificial site of the Sorsa Sede Empire. During the Sorsa Sede period, there was an unknown cataclysm on the surface, and the entire empire moved to the sewers to survive. Now, one-third of the sewer system in the royal city was expanded by them. It is almost all abandoned now and has become a breeding ground for monsters and cultists of the apocalypse."

"The sacrificial site is their important prayer place. The walls and pillars have been strengthened with spiritual energy and are very strong. The power of the evil spirit hunting dog is too weak, and its size is not right. It can't destroy this place."

Night Wing was slightly nervous and pulled out an iron wand from his pocket. "What should we do now?"

Professor Bince said calmly, "We came here to explore the unknown and complete the map. Hunting monsters is not our task."

"Record the information here and submit it to the Defense Department here. We will return the same way and go around from the west district."

"Night Wing, enter battle mode, don't save your strength. We will quickly complete the exploration task and return."

"Okay!" Night Wing raised his wand, and spiritual energy began to burn. "Leave everything to me!"

Mo Li added fuel to the spirit lamps around their waists and sprinkled a black powder to eliminate their scent.

Then they returned along the same path.

Along the way, they walked quickly and spoke less.

The dark and dirty environment of the sewer was depressing, and the black filth hanging on the walls made people uncomfortable.

Rode suddenly realized Night Wing's role - to adjust the atmosphere and relieve pressure.

But he wisely didn't say anything, lest this guy with a strong ego explode on the spot.

The environment became more and more disgusting. After returning from the east district, they entered the west district.

The main road near the sewer in the west district was still in use. All kinds of filth from the royal city converged here, and diseases, plagues, poisonous insects, and rats still existed here and became even more disgusting due to the invasion of the black mist.On the way, Rode encountered many mutated rats, giant fleas, spiders, and fungus with hunting abilities. Most of them were gray-level monsters that could only provide dust-like souls, which usually only contained 2-3 soulless souls, too few to be of use. In order to save bullets, Rode did not shoot frequently.

Nightwing finally showed his fighting prowess, constantly summoning psychic giant swords to smash these monsters to pieces. His iron rod also occasionally shot out shining energy balls, which exploded violently in the middle of the monster group, with a power comparable to about one-fifth of the energy of a thunderstone.

What Rode found interesting was that Nightwing could walk in the air. Every time he landed, a circle of ripples appeared in the air, as if he had stepped on some kind of foothold. His movements were very elegant, jumping and moving in the air, like a dance.

Under Nightwing's explanation, Rode quickly understood the effect of "spell talent," which was the first soul characteristic he fully understood. "Spell talent" was actually a kind of innate ability. In Thalorian, this type of characteristic was called "talent quality." The meaning of "spell talent" was actually: having the innate ability to use "spells." "Spells" were a very complicated system, with combat, illusion, floating, teleportation, healing, purification, imprisonment, and sealing abilities. Due to the high difficulty of mastery, the upper and lower limits of its holders were extremely large. The current upper limit was naturally Theodore, the dean of the Kimberly Institute, who was known as "the old immortal." He was the object of study for all "spell talent" holders. The lower limit was constantly being broken through, and Nightwing was once one of them. But according to him, "after my unremitting efforts, I have now become one of the upper limits and the idol of countless new students."

As they progressed, the monsters gradually became stronger, and Nightwing also began to struggle, but he still charged ahead, not letting Rode take action. Finally, in the middle area of Aifeid, after leaving the west district of the sewer, Nightwing encountered a very powerful monster. It was a spider that was at least as big as a house. Its body was flat, with hundreds of pale and slender legs, and a painful human face on its abdomen. Whenever it was attacked, the human face would spit out yellow-green acid.

"The distorted spider is a very powerful monster with particularly strong defense and a psychic iron plate. It has no weaknesses, and ordinary people who encounter it will only die. But I can slowly wear it down. You guys just need to be patient and watch my performance."

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Upper City District.

The Internal Affairs Adjudication Hall.

The Towering Hall.

"So, he and Professor Bince's team entered the inner city sewer?"

Manolobana stared at the spy who came to report.

"Yes, Your Excellency the Grand Adjudicator. This is their action plan and route map submitted to the Ash Seekers School."

After reading it, Manolobana's eyes flickered, and he fell silent.

After a moment, he said."Leak this information to the Corrupt Sect."