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Holy War : Wish Crystal CHAPTER 27 : BOSS FIGHT EVENT
CHAPTER 27 : BOSS FIGHT EVENTThe crisp, automated voice filled the realm, echoing through the trees and rocky cliffs as the system announced the new twist in this year’s holy war: a Boss Fight Event. The announcement sent a ripple of excitement and tension among the participants scattered across the battleground, each one briefly pausing to listen."Attention all participants, this year's holy war has a new rule called the Boss Fight Event. Participants will face powerful enemies known as bosses. Defeating a boss will reward you with valuable items. Several bosses are scheduled to appear in the realm throughout the event, and remember: only the participant who lands the final blow will receive the reward."The last line made Loren’s ears perk up. He looked around at his small group, Howard, a stocky, armored warrior with an intense gaze, and Anne, a slender bard with a haunting beauty and a gentle yet mischievous smile. Their trio had formed an alliance early on, trusting each other
Holy War : Wish Crystal CHAPTER 28 : THE FIRST REALM
CHAPTER 28 : THE FIRST REALM Loren pressed the Yes button on his invitation popup, feeling a surge of anticipation as the world around him warped. In an instant, he, Howard, and Anne were transported to the boss arena, a vast, open grassland stretching endlessly in every direction under a pale sky. The stillness was eerie, broken only by the soft rustling of grass in the wind."Alright, let's see how strong this boss really is." Loren said, cracking his knuckles. Before long, a dark shadow passed over them. They looked up, squinting against the sun, as a massive bird descended from the clouds. The creature’s wings stretched wide, its feathers shimmering like dark steel. Each beat of its wings sent gusts of wind rippling through the grass, forcing them to steady themselves against its power.It was Peacant, the first boss in the event, towering and menacing, its golden eyes gleaming with intelligence and malice."Alright, team." Loren began, squaring his shoulders. "Let’s use our us
Holy War : Wish Crystal CHAPTER 29 : GRAGAN
CHAPTER 29 : GRAGANGragan, the berserker warrior known throughout the Zenonian Empire as the Iron Fist of Zenonia, had once been the epitome of loyalty and strength. His stature alone, a towering figure clad in polished silver armor, wielding the infamous Hamaxe, was enough to keep even the most brazen foes at bay. For years, he served as the personal guard to Prince Zen, the beloved heir to the throne. Together, they had journeyed to distant lands, defended the kingdom from invasions, and formed a bond that transcended the formal titles of master and servant. To Gragan, Zen was not only a prince but also a friend he would lay down his life to protect.Gragan and Prince Zen's connection ran deep, beyond duty and loyalty, forged in the quiet moments away from the throne and the battlefield. Gragan wasn’t just a guard to Zen; he was a steadfast companion, almost a brother in spirit. Together, they would sit by the flickering light of the fire late into the night, Zen sharing stories of
Holy War : Wish Crystal CHAPTER 30 : KAEL VS GRAGAN
CHAPTER 30 : KAEL VS GRAGANThe sky above was darkened by dense clouds, and the wind howled, whipping through the trees and undergrowth surrounding Kael’s territory. The elf mage’s sanctuary lay hidden deep in the heart of the mystical forest, where few dared to tread. Within his stone chamber, Kael was sitting, surrounded by shelves stacked with ancient tomes and scrolls filled with knowledge from eras long forgotten. But his calm was suddenly broken by a sharp, pulsing sensation that prickled his skin and reverberated through his bones.A surge of raw energy crackled in the air around him, penetrating even the magical defenses woven around his lair."What is this energy?" he muttered, his voice laced with irritation. Rising to his feet, he felt the familiar buzz of his territory being breached, something that hadn't happened in ages. Kael’s silver eyes narrowed with menace, the faintest glimmer of annoyance flickering across his face. "Who dares to enter my territory? A bother ind
Holy War : Wish Crystal CHAPTER 31 : GRAGAN DETERMINATION
CHAPTER 31 : GRAGAN DETERMINATIONGragan’s entire body was aflame with fury, the kind of anger that had simmered over years of betrayal, betrayal that tore at his honor like a wound that would never heal. Every blow, every swing of his hamaxe, was driven by his need to redeem himself, to prove his worth not only to himself but to the memory of his beloved prince, Zen. The betrayal that cost him his position, his life, his honor, it all boiled to the surface, pushing him onward with reckless determination. His soul demanded one thing: vengeance.Kael, watching Gragan charge forward like an unstoppable force, smirked. This human was stubborn, that much was clear, and perhaps a bit mad. But no amount of anger would be enough to surpass Kael’s mastery of the elements. With a flick of his wrist, Kael summoned roots from the earth, thick and gnarled, which shot up around Gragan in twisted shapes, forming a dome of ancient, unyielding wood. The dome grew higher and higher, roots interlocking
Holy War : Wish Crystal CHAPTER 32 : ECHOES OF LIGHT AND SHADOW
CHAPTER 32 : ECHOES OF LIGHT AND SHADOWGragan lifted his hamaxe, his eyes blazing with fury as he brought it down toward Kael’s prone form. “Die!” he bellowed, his voice echoing through the forest, thick with rage and retribution. The blade cleaved downward, aimed at Kael’s chest, ready to finish what had been a brutal, exhausting fight.But just as the hamaxe struck, Kael’s body flickered, and in an instant, the form on the ground was nothing more than a log, splintered in two by the force of Gragan’s blow. Gragan’s eyes widened in shock, and he let out a guttural, frustrated roar that reverberated through the clearing. His enemy had escaped, again. Kael’s illusion had been so seamless, so perfectly timed, that Gragan had been tricked yet again. His fists clenched around the hilt of his weapon, and he seethed with anger, feeling the familiar sting of betrayal once more.The air settled, thick and tense in the aftermath. Gragan’s breath was ragged as he stood amidst the splintered r
Holy War : Wish Crystal CHAPTER 33 : SHADOW OF BLADE
CHAPTER 33 : SHADOW OF BLADEThe darkness settled into Vy's veins, a pulse of shadow that felt both foreign and intrinsic, as if it had always been there, waiting for this very moment to be summoned. She staggered slightly, the weight of Azael’s power bearing down upon her like a storm. The dark energy snaked through her veins, mingling with her heartbeat until every thump felt like thunder.From the swirling shadows, Azael’s voice rumbled again, softer but laced with a cold intensity, wrapping around her mind like a vice.“You carry this gift, but know it is not yours alone. It craves the spilling of blood, it lives through your wrath.”Vy clenched her jaw, her fingers tingling as dark wisps coiled around the dagger at her side, infusing it with a shadowy aura. The blade, once just steel, now thrummed with the essence of Azael himself, shadows spiraling up from its edge like dark flames. She gripped the dagger tightly, feeling it vibrate with a thirst she barely understood yet fully
Holy War : Wish Crystal CHAPTER 34 : SPIRIT OF DAWN
CHAPTER 34 : SPIRIT OF DAWNIn the quiet of the ancient grove, where beams of sunlight broke through the canopy in shafts of golden light, Anfalen knelt reverently, his head bowed. He sensed the presence of Ezalor, the God of Light, as a warm, steady glow in the air around him. Ezalor had guided him for years, yet today felt different. There was an electric charge to the atmosphere, an anticipation that made Anfalen’s skin tingle.“Anfalen, loyal summoner, your journey has brought you to the threshold of greater strength, but also greater responsibility. Today, I bestow upon you the Staff of Heaven.” A voice, soft yet radiant with power, echoed through the grove. At these words, a dazzling light began to form before Anfalen, taking shape with each passing second. The light elongated, coalescing into the silhouette of a staff, the glow intensifying until it became nearly blinding. Then, in a sudden pulse, the brilliance faded, and in its place stood the Staff of Heaven.It was an eleg
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CHAPTER 91 : BEYOND THE DARKNESS
CHAPTER 91 : BEYOND THE DARKNESSThe streets of the lower rank were alive with a palpable tension, an unnatural chill carried by the night air. Milo stood his ground in the middle of a narrow alleyway, his traps and devices scattered around him in strategic positions. Tonight, the engineer had come prepared, his face set with determination as he now held his crossbow tightly.But no amount of preparation could have foreseen this.From the shadows, a swarm of dark figures emerged, more numerous than the previous night, their glowing, soulless eyes piercing through the dim light. Their movements were fluid and coordinated, forming a semicircle around Milo as they stalked closer. Their whispers filled the air, like a thousand voices murmuring from the void.Milo’s heart pounded in his chest, but he gritted his teeth and steadied his shaking hands.“Come on, then.” he muttered to himself, his voice trembling slightly. He pulled a small lever on his belt, activating a series of traps he’d
CHAPTER 90 : BENEATH THE GEARS
CHAPTER 90 : BENEATH THE GEARSFar above the grimy, chaotic streets of the lower rank, the polished walkways and intricate brass structures of the upper rank gleamed under the same moonlight. Here, life was orderly, efficient, and comfortablem, a stark contrast to the turmoil below. Yet, the unease from the lower rank seemed to have seeped even into these pristine streets, casting a shadow over the bounty hunter guild's operations.Veilith stood in the guild's observation chamber, a spacious room lined with intricate maps, magical detection devices, and communication consoles. His sharp eyes were fixed on a glowing projection of Gearfolk, the map highlighting areas where disturbances had been reported.Behind him, Garrick, a grizzled veteran and Veilith’s mentor, leaned against a desk cluttered with reports. His weathered face bore the weight of years spent fighting the unseen terrors of Gearfolk’s underbelly. He was scanning the latest updates from the lower rank, his expression grim
CHAPTER 89 : THE SHADOW’S ASSAULT
CHAPTER 89 : THE SHADOW’S ASSAULTThe shadowy figures moved in groups of three or four, their forms blending seamlessly into the darkness of Gearfolk’s lower rank. Like living nightmares, they glided across the cobblestone streets, their inky tendrils snaking out to ensnare anything, or anyone in their path. From his hidden position behind a broken-down automaton, Milo watched in growing horror.The shadows dragged their prey, unconscious men, women, and even children toward the depths of the alleyways. Their limp bodies scraped along the ground, the harsh sound grating against Milo’s ears. His stomach churned at the sight, and an unbidden thought pierced his mind:This can’t be happening.“What are they?” Milo whispered to himself, his voice barely audible.“Constructs gone rogue? No... no, this is something else. Something worse.” He continue.He tightened his grip on the flashbang device in his hand, its smooth metal surface cold against his clammy palm. Panic and anger warred with
CHAPTER 88 : NIGHTFALL IN GEARFOLK
CHAPTER 88 : NIGHTFALL IN GEARFOLKAs twilight deepened over Gearfolk, the air grew heavier, more oppressive than usual. The bustling city of inventors and craftsmen, typically alive with the hum of machinery and the clatter of tools, felt unnervingly silent tonight. Shadows stretched unnaturally long across the cobbled streets, as if the darkness itself was creeping closer.Milo stood in the doorway of his workshop, wiping oil-stained hands on his work apron. His eyes scanned the street outside. He had spent the better part of the day tinkering with his latest project, a portable energy blaster designed for self-defense. Gearfolk wasn’t the safest place, especially in the lower rank, where even engineers like him had to be prepared for trouble. Yet tonight, the usual rowdiness was absent. No clinking of tools, no distant chatter. Just silence.“It’s too quiet.” Milo thought, stepping outside. He gripped the blaster tightly, more out of instinct than fear. The air felt… wrong. Normal
CHAPTER 87 : D-91
CHAPTER 87 : D-91Deep within the cursed wasteland, Zharok’s lair loomed ominously, a fortress carved into a jagged mountain, shrouded in perpetual twilight. The air was thick with the stench of decay, and the ground trembled faintly as dark magic coursed through the veins of the earth. The sky above was forever clouded, casting an eternal shadow over the dark citadel. Winds howled mournfully through the craggy spires, carrying with them whispers of ancient curses and lost souls.Inside the fortress, within the heart of a vast chamber lined with cold stone, Zharok, the dark necromancer, stood atop a high platform, surveying the ritual space below. The chamber was dim, lit only by flickering braziers whose flames danced like hungry shadows. The crackling of the fire sounded like the murmurs of the damned. Zharok’s skeletal face was hidden beneath a tattered black hood, his body draped in robes of shadow, their edges forever shifting, as if they were alive. In his hands, he clutched a s
CHAPTER 86 : FLAMES OF REUNION
CHAPTER 86 : FLAMES OF REUNIONAs Loren headed off toward a nearby stream, Howard gathered dry wood and kindling, setting up a small fire with practiced ease. Meanwhile, Anne wandered around the clearing, carefully gathering wild herbs and edible plants growing nearby. With an experienced eye, she picked a few fragrant leaves and small wild spices that she knew would add flavor to their meal. Returning to the camp, she laid out her finds next to the fire, ready to prepare whatever Loren would bring back.. She smiled quietly to herself, glad to have a moment where survival didn’t feel like a battle.Howard struck a spark, and soon a steady flame danced in the center of their camp. Leaning back with his hands behind his head, he let out a satisfied sigh. "You know, this feels… nice. After all we’ve been through, a quiet night like this is exactly what we need." he said, watching the fire flicker. Anne, kneeling by the fire as she arranged her cooking tools, nodded in agreement. "Yeah
CHAPTER 85 : HOWARD’S ARRIVAL
CHAPTER 85 : HOWARD’S ARRIVALThe prismatic light from the Sword Prism Ultimate slowly dimmed, fading into shimmering motes of energy that scattered into the air like fragments of a broken rainbow. The ethereal entity that had fought alongside Howard vanished completely, leaving behind an eerie calm in the aftermath of the fierce battle. Howard stood tall, his staff planted firmly on the ground, still glowing faintly with residual energy from his restored mana circuit.He closed his eyes for a moment, taking in a deep breath. He could still feel the warmth of magic coursing steadily through his body, no longer chaotic, no longer painful. It was a sensation he hadn’t felt in years, pure, controlled power. He opened his eyes, his expression softening as he glanced down at his hands, faint traces of the prismatic energy still sparking around his fingertips.“It’s been a long time since I used it… it feels so good." Howard said aloud, his voice echoing faintly in the now-empty chamber.He
CHAPTER 84 : SWORD PRISM ULTIMATE
CHAPTER 84 : SWORD PRISM ULTIMATEHoward clenched his staff tightly, the prismatic glow of his newly activated mana circuits pulsating with raw energy. Every breath felt sharper, clearer, as if for the first time in years, his body had synchronized perfectly with his magic. This newfound surge of power coursing through his veins filled him with determination.“I have to finish this and get out of here… Loren, Anne… wait for me.” he whispered, his voice steady despite the tension in the air.Across the room, Temeris floated a few inches above the ground, his Chrono Orb spinning rapidly beside him. His casual smirk hadn’t faltered, but there was a flicker of caution in his eyes as he observed the change in Howard.“Your aura… it’s different now.” Temeris said, his tone more serious than before. “But even with your newfound strength, you still don’t understand the concept of time.” He narrowed his gaze. “I don’t need to understand time to beat you, Temeris. All I need is enough power,
CHAPTER 83 : TEMERIS
CHAPTER 83 : TEMERISHoward’s footsteps echoed through the vast, empty corridors of the labyrinth. His breathing was steady, but his eyes flickered with frustration. The maze was unlike anything he had ever encountered, its walls shimmered faintly, as if reality itself warped slightly within this place. Time seemed to stretch, with seconds feeling like minutes, and each corner he turned only led to more confusion. He pressed on, his staff glowing faintly in his hand, its magical energy guiding his way through the dimly lit corridors."I have to find a way out of here soon. I need to meet up with Loren and Anne again." Howard muttered to himself, gripping his weapon tightly. As he walked deeper into the labyrinth, the walls began to change. The usual grey stone gave way to smooth, glowing surfaces with an eerie bluish hue. The air felt heavier, as if the space itself was resisting his presence.Finally, he entered a vast, circular chamber bathed in an ethereal blue light. The ceiling
