Sorcerer's Handbook-Chapter 674: The Core of the Specters Inheritance

“The Ouroboros is my name, devouring its tail to master its own heart!”

Witnessing her clansmen being melted by the Miracle storm, Mirehex abandoned her usual reticence and urgently recited an incantation. Her voice was ethereal like wind chimes, yet every sorcerer who heard it was seized by a chilling dread, as if worms were burrowing into their ears and penetrating their brains!

An invisible giant serpent emerged from Mirehex, swiftly weaving through all the Cursed Elves, including the one whose soul had been shattered. As the serpent completed its loop and turned back to bite Mirehex, the previously deceased Cursed Elf suddenly reappeared beside her.

The Sanctuaries watched with steely eyes, their understanding of the Cursed Elves refreshed-less than half a second had passed from the Cursed Elf’s demise to resurrection, and despite the two hundred meters separating Mirehex from the deceased, she had effortlessly revived them at high speed!

Even if this wasn’t true resurrection, but merely a revival within the Virtual Realm, such a rescue ability was terrifying! Not even a legendary sorcerer, let alone a healing Sanctuary, could achieve this level of prowess!

“No wonder she’s a descendant of the conceptual Ancient Sprite!” Malgraith exclaimed in admiration. “Even as a remnant branch of the Cursed Elves, their souls contain fragments of concepts, allowing them to invoke conceptual laws through collective action, performing racial divine interventions, akin to the Virtual Realm’s divine races… Ah! Why aren’t there any Cursed Elves in the Abyssal Depths? I wish I could mate with a Cursed Elf!”

Virtual Realm’s divine races!

Mortal bodies wielding divine interventions!

But for the outer Sanctuaries, this was far from good news-the Blood Moon Sanctuary excelled in swift evasion, and the Cursed Elves could revive collectively, making it difficult to inflict effective damage.

No one was foolish, not even Sonya and Deya, who, upon witnessing the situation, tacitly intensified their attacks on the Parasitic Sorcerers, creating opportunities for the outer Sanctuaries to strike!

“Oh, are we being seen as the easiest prey?” Malgraith danced joyfully among the Black Orbs. “What a rare experience this is. So, everyone, don’t treat us like delicate flowers, please-“

“-ravage us thoroughly!”

In the blink of an eye, the Parasitic Sorcerers shed their black robes, revealing sharp horns, long tails, scales, and claws, transforming into fearsome dragon beasts!

Foxlamp Dragon, Blade Fish Dragon, Mud Fish Dragon, Fierce Fire Dragon, Sorrowful Dragon… They appeared as if virtual realm creatures had gained sentience and taken form, their bodies brimming with dragon beast ferocity, yet retaining the intelligence of sorcerers!

As the leader of the Parasitic Sorcerers, Malgraith’s body was covered in pitch-black scales, his waist slender enough to be grasped with one hand, yet his fingernails extended over a meter long, making him appear as thin as a shadow.

However, when he raised his hands, fingers grasping the air, a volatile black energy rapidly gathered above him, and everyone immediately recognized what dragon beast he had become-

The most ferocious Tyrant of the Distant Sky Domain, the Shadow Evil Drake!

“Transmutation Sect?” A Sanctuary questioned uncertainly. “But wasn’t that ancient spellcasting replaced by the Alchemic Sect, how come…?”

The diverse skills of the Blood Moon Sanctuary, Cursed Elves, and Parasitic Sorcerers were truly eye-opening for the Wandering Sanctuaries. Dreaming Celestium seemed to transform into a Virtual Realm symposium, where everyone freely showcased their spellcasting achievements.

However, in the world of Sanctuaries, exchanges must be punctuated by death!

Boom!

The dragon beast warriors transformed by the Parasitic Sorcerers, though seemingly losing the flight capability aided by virtual wings, gained a special ability akin to infinite leaps. With a powerful stomp, they could solidify space into a platform, enabling rapid directional shifts!

In an instant, they breached the Black Orb’s blockade, crashing into the outer sorcerer groups like cannonballs. With the seamless fusion of dragon beast and spellcasting, they held their ground even when outnumbered!

Since the Parasitic Sorcerers initiated the assault, the retaliation from the Blood Moon Sanctuary and Cursed Elves naturally followed suit!

The Moonshadow Sanctuary, not fond of nor adept at combat, praised the supreme benevolence of the Blood Moon Sovereign. The dazzling moonlight wrapped around the Blood Saints, causing their Sanctuaries to emit a soft, secretive cool hue. The Blood Moon Sanctuaries seemed to vanish into the dimness of Dreaming Celestium.

The miracle of the Moonshadow Sanctuary was to bestow blessings like ‘stealth,’ ‘dodge,’ and ‘refraction’ upon the Sanctuaries. With this protection, Blood Saint sorcerers would only reveal a fleeting shadow when attacking, swiftly retreating into the embrace of darkness, practically invincible!

Unlike the close-combat Parasitic Sorcerers and mid-range Blood Saint sorcerers, the Cursed Elves were almost entirely long-range sorcerers. They extended their hands, and massive bows materialized before them, differing in elements like fire, water, mental, and spatial, yet all primarily focused on archery, supplemented by other spells!

Draw the bow, aim the arrow, and fire!

Though there were only a hundred Cursed Elves, the swift and fierce rain of arrows cut through the outer sorcerers like a scythe!

Parasitic Sorcerers, Blood Moon Sanctuary, and Cursed Elves responded to the Wandering Sanctuaries’ malice with iron and violence, without hesitation!

So how would the Wandering Sanctuaries respond? Would they crumble at the first touch?

-Of course, they would crumble at the first touch.

Then retaliate amidst the chaos!

What about the sorcerer teams? What about miracles never seen before? As long as you don’t use divine intervention to instantly break my Sanctuary and kill me, I have the ability to strike back!

The Sanctuaries scattered immediately, their formation of two thousand easily pierced by the three teams. Yet their counterattack was equally fierce, countless miracles hurled at the Parasitic Sorcerers as if cost was no concern. The best part was they didn’t fear hitting the wrong target; they simply unleashed their spellforce with abandon!

However, among the retaliating Sanctuaries, there were those who quickly fled, hoping to watch the chaos unfold from a safe distance. But these Wandering Sanctuaries who actively isolated themselves were soon found and surrounded by the stealthy Blood Moon Sanctuaries.

A few minutes later, the entire Dreaming Celestium had turned into a battlefield of Sanctuaries. The Cursed Elf Archery Team was scattered, forced to shoot while clinging to the outer walls. Each Parasitic Sorcerer had to contend with ten close combat Sanctuaries, switching battlefields every five seconds, the clash of steel and flesh resounding like thunder everywhere. The Blood Moon Sanctuaries hunted isolated Sanctuaries, but the sanctuary sorcerers were no pushovers. They instinctively counterattacked and redirected chaos, playing a game of hide and seek with the Blood Moon Sanctuaries.

Trozan, the invisible sword saint, casually executed a Moonshadow Sanctuary from afar.

Qenna of the soul sanctuary engaged in a shootout with a Cursed Elf archer.

Igor had formed an eight-member team, currently ganging up on a Parasitic Sorcerer!

Most absurdly, even Wandering Sanctuaries were fighting among themselves! The reasons for these skirmishes varied-perhaps related to kingdoms, races, or spellcasting-but more likely, it started when A hit B during the chaos, B retaliated, and it escalated from there.

Chaos, absurdity, wonder, grandeur!

Inside the orb of specter’s dream, Sonya and Deya were utterly bewildered.

This… seemed like there was no room for them to intervene?

They had come to delay and prevent the Sanctuaries from attacking the Specter’s Inheritance, yet the Sanctuaries were fighting among themselves, as if they had come just for the brawl, leaving the Specter’s Inheritance neglected.

What could Sonya and Deya do? They could only let them manage themselves.

They even suspected that even if all three teams were driven out, the remaining Sanctuaries might continue fighting until their numbers dwindled to a certain point, only then would this sudden world Sanctuary battle cease.

Of course, they hoped this situation would continue until the Virtual Divinity was complete. However, while the Wandering Sanctuaries might treat this as a war game, the three teams had important missions to accomplish.

“I said earlier, we should have cleared the field first.”

Amidst the chaotic melee, the leaders of the three teams finally found a chance to meet. Even in this situation, Malgraith’s tone remained nonchalant: “Look at us now, like helpless maidens dragged into an alley, silently enduring this unexpected violation.”

Mirehex: “We can’t continue like this.”

Abyssalith sighed, losing count of how many times he had sighed that night: “This was my strategic error. If we had acted together outside, we could have driven these Wandering Sanctuaries away. But in the Dreaming Celestium, the sorcerers controlling the Specter’s Inheritance won’t let us gather our strength. We’re forced to scatter and counterattack.”

“But this gives other Sanctuaries the chance to catch us alone.” He bit his fingernail, “I’ve already lost eight Sanctuaries on my side.”

“I’ve lost thirteen dear friends and brothers!” Malgraith covered his face with a long sigh, trying to feign heartbreak, but the purple-black scales of the Shadow Evil Drake only revealed his amusement. “They’re so badly hurt, they won’t be getting out of bed for months. So, I guess I’ll have to take responsibility and take good care of their girlfriends! Ah, I think I saw a Foxlamp injured. Though we’re not very acquainted, I’ll help her with her daily needs-“

“Nineteen times,” Mirehex stated, revealing the number of times her clansmen could still use the resurrection miracle. Although the Cursed Elves hadn’t suffered any losses yet, the resurrection miracle clearly had its limits.

“Unless we voluntarily withdraw, there’s no way we can end this chaotic battle on our own,” Abyssalith remarked. “But if we use a power that surpasses the Sanctuaries…”

“If we employ the attack miracle, it should be able to intimidate them,” Malgraith suggested. “Mistakes in judgment should come with consequences, right? Sanguil, you wouldn’t want the Blood Moon Sovereign to lose face in the Divine Sovereign circle, would you?”

“I will use the miracle,” Abyssalith declared, “but not to intimidate them.”

“I need your help. Malgraith, I want your Parasitic Sorcerers to lure other Sanctuaries, dispersing them as much as possible throughout the Dreaming Celestium. Mirehex, once the Parasitic Sorcerers have scattered, I want you to conduct a full sweep, attacking every corner of the Dreaming Celestium.”

Without a word, Malgraith and Mirehex glanced at Abyssalith before swiftly departing. Soon, the Parasitic Sorcerers began to actively target sorcerers far from the battlefield, causing the Wandering Sanctuaries to scatter.

Following this, the Cursed Elf Archery Team started to swiftly circle the outer walls, unleashing a storm of arrows that covered every area of the Dreaming Celestium. Although the precision kills were few, nearly all Sanctuaries were included!

When the arrow storm ceased, the Blood Moon Sanctuaries suddenly emerged from their stealth, as the surge of spellforce within them was beyond what a miracle could conceal!

Miracle: Blood Moon Alliance!

Abyssalith once again harnessed the energy of all Blood Moon Sanctuaries, gripping the lightning in his hand. However, he didn’t focus on the Wandering Sanctuaries that disrupted their plans or even attacked them; instead, he fixed his gaze on an orb of specter’s dream!

Few knew that although Abyssalith was the most vicious and brutal Deputy Director of the Sanguil Research Institute, he wasn’t skilled in combat, nor was he proficient in the Blood Spell, the strongest spellcasting of the Blood Saint clan!

The reason he had heterochromia was because he was already a two-wings sorcerer when he joined the Blood Saint clan. Even with the legendary Blood Saint reshaping his bloodline, only one of his eyes turned into a blood-colored pupil.

His rise to his current position was mainly due to a stroke of luck in the Virtual Realm, where he obtained a prophecy sect inheritance! Moreover, it was a minor inheritance left by the Omniscient Weaver in his early years!

Abyssalith excelled in gathering intelligence, analyzing it, and deducing the truth!

“The initial number of Black Orbs totaled 199.”

“Most Black Orbs moved chaotically, without control.”

“Most Black Orbs had impacted sanctuary sorcerers.”

“But there was one Black Orb that not only avoided impacting sanctuary sorcerers, but if there was an obstacle in its path, it would actively change direction. Facing the recent Cursed Elf arrow rain, it cleverly utilized the intervals between two waves of arrows, skillfully dodging the arrow assault!”

“The Specter Seer’s trap of Black Orbs, while effectively repelling invaders, had a hidden risk-the core heritage was also inside one of the Black Orbs! If an invader had extraordinary luck and happened to break the inheritance Black Orb, the Specter Seer’s setup would completely fail!”

“To prevent this, the Specter Seer must have set the inheritance Black Orb differently from the other reckless Black Orbs. It had to be secretive, low-key, extremely difficult to break, and wouldn’t actively collide with invaders.”

“So, I found it!”

Snap!

A massive scarlet lightning bolt illuminated the entire Dreaming Celestium!

Abyssalith focused on the Black Orb that suddenly veered away in an attempt to escape, took a deep breath, and then hurled the lightning in his hand!

The core of the Specter’s Inheritance was right there!

Updat𝒆d fr𝑜m fr𝒆ewebnove(l).com