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Legend of Oasis : A tale of magic and mystery Chapter 36: Origin
In the Manor of the Bluemoon Family...The hallway of the Bluemoon manor was dimly lit, with the flickering flames of the wall sconces casting shadows on the intricately carved wooden walls.The air was thick with tension and concern as two figures conversed in hushed tones."How is his condition now, Duncan?" Conri Bluemoon, the patriarch of the Bluemoon family, asked, his voice low and anxious."He is still burning and unconscious," responded Duncan, the great alchemist from the Bluemoon family, his face etched with worry. "It's already been a week, and the kid has not woken up."Conri's expression darkened. Just then, Zane entered the hallway, his face pale with concern. "I just came from his room. He is still the same, Father," he reported."Is his master still around?" Conri inquired."No, Father," Zane replied, shaking his head. "He went back to Mossy Hollow and said he would pick up Oasis's sister."Conri sighed deeply. "Oh well, let's wait and see how your friend does.""But Ma
Legend of Oasis : A tale of magic and mystery Chapter 37: Sworn Brothers
Oasis sat on the bed, feeling the aftershocks of his newfound abilities."That is Zane's aura," he thought, sensing his friend's presence."Oh, he is at the Fourth Layer of the Foetal Stage. And most of the guards here are at the peak of the Tabula-Rasa Stage. And there are normal people... I think there are maids," Oasis continued in his thoughts.After a few minutes, the wooden sliding doors to his room opened, and Conri Bluemoon entered."So, you are awake," Conri said, his voice carrying a mixture of relief and curiosity.Oasis quickly stood up and bowed slightly. "Oh, greetings, Master Bluemoon," he said respectfully."My senses did not pick up his presence. It means he is stronger or he can hide his level," Oasis thought, feeling both awe and unease."This kid can use Divine Peak. It means he is already at the Newborn Stage. Amazing," Conri thought, impressed."You are at the Bluemoon manor in the inner city," Conri explained, recounting what had happened after the exams.Duncan
Legend of Oasis : A tale of magic and mystery Chapter 38: Friends and Foes
The moment was filled with an unspoken understanding and a deep bond forming between them. The magic circle glowed brightly, then slowly faded, leaving a warm, lingering sensation."We are now brothers," Zane said, his voice filled with emotion. "No matter what happens, we'll face it together.""Also, Oasis, we were waiting for you to wake up so we can go back to the Bluemoon family estate in Lunalith City," Zane continued."We'll go there in two days' time. My father is still in a meeting at the Evergreen Palace with other great families and the Queen."Zane and Oasis finished eating, their bond now even stronger."Let's go, and let me show you the inner city of Sylvaneth," Zane said, leading Oasis outside.Oasis and Zane stepped out of the manor, greeted by the breathtaking sight of the inner city of Sylvaneth.The Tree of Life stood majestically in the distance, its enormous canopy spreading across the sky.Unlike in the outer and middle cities, where the tree appeared as a distant
Legend of Oasis : A tale of magic and mystery Chapter 39: Night of Carnage
The leader, known as Barnabus the Slayer, looked up, his face partially illuminated by the dim light. He was a brutish man, with a face scarred from countless battles, and his eyes glinted with a savage hunger.He was sitting on the stomach of a massive, dead mystic beast, its blood pooling around him and staining the ground.In his hand, he held a large drumstick, torn from the beast's carcass, blood dripping from it as he took a ravenous bite.Barnabus tore into the meat with a feral intensity, his teeth sinking into the flesh as blood smeared across his mouth.He chewed slowly, savoring the taste, his eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and malice.He exuded an aura of raw power and unrestrained brutality."Prepare," he growled, his voice deep and resonant, filled with a dark promise. "It's time to take revenge. I, Barnabus the Slayer, will show them all."His declaration was met with a chorus of dark murmurs and the sound of weapons being readied. His followers moved with pract
Legend of Oasis : A tale of magic and mystery Chapter 40: Elias Hawthorne
Goliath's Fist was a devastating spell, one that channeled the very essence of the earth into a single, monumental blow.Lancelot's fist, surrounded by a massive construct of rock and earth, aimed directly at Barnabus.The construct was enormous, dwarfing both combatants, and it radiated an overwhelming power, with veins of glowing bloodstone pulsing through the rock, adding an extra layer of lethal potency.Barnabus's eyes widened slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing his face as he saw the magnitude of the attack. He raised his own hand, dark energy swirling around it, preparing to counter the blow.The two forces collided with a thunderous impact. The ground shook violently, and a shockwave rippled outwards, flattening everything in its path. For a moment, it seemed as if the very air would shatter from the force of their clash.he ground quaked as the ripples of mana hung in the air, shimmering like heat waves. The intensity of the clash had left the air charged with energy.Ba
Legend of Oasis : A tale of magic and mystery Chapter 41: The Last Defiance
The henchmen, clad in dark, tattered armor and exuding an aura of malice, quickly assessed the situation.They noticed Barnabus recovering from his clash with Elias and their comrades lying dead around them."Who is that?" one of the henchmen growled, his eyes narrowing as he saw Sir Elias standing defiantly.Lancelot started moving as fast as he could, his movements powered by the flight artifact.Wings made from condensed mana and filled with a concentration of wind magic sprouted from his back, propelling him forward with incredible speed.He soared through the air, focused on reaching Marina and getting her to safety."Kill that man!" Barnabus roared, his voice filled with rage.The henchmen charged towards Lancelot, weapons drawn and eyes gleaming with murderous intent."Wind Magic: Gale's Decapitation!" Sir Elias whispered, his voice low but filled with deadly intent.A whirlwind of razor-sharp wind blades erupted from his hands, slicing through the henchmen with brutal efficien
Legend of Oasis : A tale of magic and mystery Chapter 42: Aftermath
As dawn broke over Mossy Hollow, the town lay in ruins, a stark reminder of the devastating battle that had taken place.The streets were littered with debris, broken buildings, and the bodies of those who had fallen in the conflict. The air was thick with the acrid smell of smoke and the metallic scent of blood.In the aftermath, the town was eerily silent, save for the occasional groan of a collapsing structure. The once vibrant town was now a desolate wasteland.Barnabus lay in a small crater created by the fierce battle, his body broken and bleeding. Nearby, Sir Elias knelt, his life force ebbing away. His once vibrant aura was now a faint shimmer, barely holding on to the last vestiges of life."I will use the last of my spiritual energy to talk to Oasis one final time," Sir Elias thought, his vision blurring as he glanced at the incapacitated Barnabus."Even if he survives, he’s crippled. His cultivation is too low to cause trouble for decades."Gathering his remaining strength,
Legend of Oasis : A tale of magic and mystery Chapter 43: Recovery
"That bastard," the queen hissed, her voice low and dangerous. Her aura flared, casting a brief, blinding light through the hall.The intensity of her power was palpable, causing the air to thrum with energy.After a moment, she regained her composure, and her aura dissipated. She took a deep breath, her expression hardening with resolve."This cannot go unpunished," she declared. "Barnabus and his men will be brought to justice. The fallen will be avenged."As the queen was still speaking, Draco Ignis, unable to contain his rage, unleashed his aura. The sudden surge of power sent a ripple through the hall, causing the other leaders to look at him with a mix of respect and concern. Without a moment's hesitation, Draco shot up into the air, flying out of the palace with a speed that left a trail of flames in his wake.Using a telepathic technique known as "Mental Flame Link", Draco communicated with the shadow figure. "Take Agni and return to Pyro Cliff," he commanded.The shadow figur
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Chapter 164: Karn(2)
At the same time Oasis clashed with Karn, far away, Cedric observed the battlefield with sharp eyes.He quickly assessed the situation and realized something crucial—Oasis’s plan was doomed.He wouldn’t be able to reach the remaining two camps in time.Without hesitation, Cedric vanished like a gust of wind, his body blurring across the valley.In mere breaths, he reached the other camps, moving with such speed that it seemed as though he had never left his original position.By the time he returned, the camps lay in ruins, the enemies cut down before they could react. He stood once more, watching Oasis with a smirk."You owe me one, kid," Cedric muttered, crossing his arms. "Let’s see how you handle this."---Their auras flared again—cyan and crimson, swirling violently in the air as embers from Oasis’s blue flames crackled between them.The tension in the battlefield was suffocating, the sheer presence of both warriors bending the air like a storm on the verge of release."Damn, to
Chapter 163: Karn(1)
Few minutes before oasis killed Vakar...Inside one of the wooden buildings in Mistvalley, the room was adorned with tapestries, intricate carvings on the wooden walls, and a deep red carpet covering the floor.The scent of burning incense filled the air, mixing with the subtle aroma of aged wood.Five ornate lamps sat on a carved mahogany table, each glowing with a different color—blue, green, red, violet, and yellow—flickering gently like living embers.A man sat in the lotus position at the center of the room, his long black hair tied loosely behind him, his eyes closed in deep thought.!!!One of the lamps suddenly shattered, sending shards of glass scattering across the table and floor.The flame that once burned inside flickered into nothingness."Huh... Pervard was killed?"The man opened his eyes, his expression unreadable as he observed the broken remnants of the lamp.Barely a few breaths later—!!!Another lamp exploded, sending a sharp crack echoing through the room."And
Chapter 162: This man… is dangerous.
High above, Cedric observed with keen interest, beyond the sight of those below."Fascinating. What kind of martial art is that?" Cedric mused as he watched Oasis's Heavenly Slicing Technique.His eyes narrowed as he analyzed further."And his spells… they're strong. I wonder how powerful he will become once he awakens his magic circles."A hint of admiration crossed Cedric’s face."No doubt, the barrier magic he inherited from his mother’s bloodline… To think he has come so far while barely being taught."But his expression darkened slightly."Once he awakens, the journey ahead will be treacherous. He will surely need a guide."Back on the battlefield, Vakar stood in disbelief..."What is that technique?!" he thought, his mind reeling as his attack was nullified as though it were nothing."I swear I saw my strike being severered and even the mana scattered in the air…" He clenched his teeth, feeling a rare flicker of unease.Meanwhile, Oasis exhaled heavily, the exertion subtly weari
Chapter 161: Oasis vs Vakar
"You are a kid, you say?" Vakar scorned as he moved toward Oasis.With each step, his aura thickened, suffocating the very air around them. "Let me teach you a lesson, then."Oasis watched him approach, unbothered."It's been a while. Let me test this body of mine," he thought as he placed his blade into his bracelet, storing it momentarily.Without hesitation, Oasis unleashed his aura—cyan in color, with heat radiating in waves around him.The sheer purity of his energy was unimaginable, an untainted force of magic that distorted the very atmosphere.The air around him ignited with intensity, forcing even the nearby Belvan units to step back by instinct.The heat grew unbearable, causing the earth beneath him to crack, and the night sky shimmered as if the fabric of reality was bending under the pressure of his power."What is this?" Vakar muttered as he stopped mid-step, an involuntary hesitation creeping into his movements."Such pure energy... and yet, so dangerous."A sinking rea
Chapter 160: Vakar
The sight before him was horrific.Rows of captives, their bodies frail from starvation, their skin clinging to their bones.Some lay motionless, too weak to move. Others had already succumbed—lifeless, their suffering evident even in death.And then—the worst.The ones who had been abused beyond recognition.A slow, cold rage spread through Mevrick’s chest.His fingers tightened on the hilt of his sword, his body trembling not from exhaustion—but from wrath.Jarn’s subordinates, those still breathing, staggered in fear. They saw what he saw. They knew.They begged.Mevrick showed no mercy.Blades howled.Bodies fell.Screams faded into silence.By the time he was done, not a single enemy in the camp remained.The battlefield lay silent, bathed in the eerie glow of the full moon.The cold wind carried the scent of blood, death, and smoldering campfires.Mevrick sat on one of the makeshift chairs in the enemy’s camp, his body still, his sword sheathed at his side.His fingers traced th
Chapter 159: Mist of Death: Death Castle!
"Cloud Dancing Technique: Fifth Wave—Inanis."The world bent.Mevrick’s sword spun, flipping upward like a coin tossed into the heavens.As it turned, it multiplied.One blade became two.Two became four.Four became countless.A barrage of slashing arcs descended upon Jarn and Goba from all directions, faster than the eye could track.Clang! Clang! Clang!Goba barely raised his gauntlets in time, blocking an oncoming strike—only for another to slash at his ribs from the side.Tch! Jarn twisted in the air, his blade meeting one of Mevrick’s phantom swords—only for another to carve toward his shoulder from an impossible angle.What is this attack?!It was like fighting a ghost.Every time a sword landed a strike, it was as if Mevrick himself had slashed them—yet he hadn’t moved.And yet, he was everywhere.His form flickered, present yet absent, his image warping with the ripples of energy still cascading through the battlefield.It was an illusion.No—it was something beyond that.Me
Chapter 158: Cloud Dancing Technique
The insult was deliberate, his words cutting like the edge of his blade.Goba growled, his fists clenching as frost crackled around his gauntlets.Jarn, however, laughed—a low, guttural sound that sent chills through the air.“Big words for a man standing in my domain,” Jarn said, his voice laced with cold amusement.“But don’t worry, Mevrick. I’ll make sure you won’t feel the cold for too long.”Both men stared each other down, the battlefield silent except for the faint crackling of frost and the rhythmic pulsing of energy ripples.The tension between them was palpable, the weight of their reputations hanging in the air.The next moment would decide the fate of the valley, and neither intended to take a single step back.The battlefield shifted in an instant.Mevrick exhaled slowly, his sharp gaze calculating as he assessed his opponents.“Unlike most duos, these two are nearly equal in strength,” he mused, gripping his dao sword tighter.His instincts sharpened.“Jarn is in the int
Chapter 157: Assault(3)
Fwoosh!The sound of metal sliding free was followed by an immediate surge of energy.The weapon was a dao sword, its broad, curved blade gleaming like polished silver.As soon as it was drawn, ripples of translucent energy pulsed outward from the blade.These ripples were faint yet visible, shimmering in the air like droplets hitting the surface of a still pond.Each ripple distorted the moonlight for a brief moment before dissipating into the night.The blade hummed faintly, resonating with the vice lord's own energy.It was a weapon forged not just for cutting but for channeling power, amplifying Mevrick’s aura with every swing.The air around him seemed to respond to the weapon, growing heavier and charged with tension.Mevrick twirled the dao sword once in his hand, its edge cutting through the cold air effortlessly.The ripples grew in intensity, spreading outward in a display of both beauty and menace."This will be interesting," Mevrick thought, his eyes narrowing as he strode
Chapter 156: Assault(2)
Cling... Cling...Thud... Thud...The muffled sound of metal scraping against itself, followed by dull thuds, echoed faintly across the camp.Inside a large, weathered tent decorated with torn banners and bloodstained fabric, a man with a hoarse voice stirred."Huh? What is that noise?" the man muttered, rising from his chair.The dim, flickering light of a lantern illuminated his imposing figure.He was tall, standing well over six feet, with lean, corded muscles that hinted at years of brutal training.His short, frosted hair faded on the sides, accentuating a striking tattoo of a blood-drenched hand etched into the right side of his head.His face was angular, with sharp cheekbones and cold, piercing gray eyes that seemed to radiate menace.A jagged scar ran from his temple to the corner of his lip, adding to his fearsome appearance."It seems some people are attacking our camp, Boss Jarn," another man spoke, stepping into the dim light of the tent.The man, known only as Jarn, the
