Steampunk: Sixth Era Epic-Chapter 557 - Evil Spirit Attack

Chapter 557: Chapter 557: Evil Spirit Attack Chapter 557: Chapter 557: Evil Spirit Attack Sorcery “False Immortality” will be dispelled once the affected sustains a more severe injury during its active duration. To prevent Mr. Julian from attempting to throw away his life again by biting his tongue or other means, Shard first sprinkled the water, which had begun to shimmer with silver light, from the test tube over him and then summoned the Great Sin Chain.

The chain extended from the cuff of his sleeve, coiling round and round the young man who had fallen to the ground. The effect of the “Great Sin Chain” was to constrain a person’s mobility, which was not achieved solely through binding; once entangled by the chain, all of one’s capacity to act would be affected.

“Iluna, do you think he’s being influenced by the Relic, seeing him like this now?”

Even unable to move, Mr. Julian still glared at them with bloodshot eyes, as if he wanted to bite them to death.

“Maybe he went mad when his sister died. Otherwise, no matter how much he misses her, he shouldn’t disturb the deceased.”

Iluna said but frowned at Shard’s chain:

“Is this the ‘Great Sin Chain’ you once mentioned? It wasn’t so apparent in the dark, but now that we’re up close under the gaslight, why does this chain look so… um… filthy?”

She couldn’t find a better adjective.

“I am in control of my power, not the other way around, don’t worry, the darkness won’t consume me.”

“I have a lot of confidence in you, Shard, I would definitely not distrust you.”

Iluna said slowly:

“I just mean to say, this chain won’t worsen the emotional impact, right?”

While the two were speaking, Mr. Julian, who had already been firmly bound by the “Great Sin Chain,” turned red in the face, his eyes looking as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

With all his strength, he managed to squeeze out a voice from his mouth:

“Annie, come here.”

The Corpse Bride, who had remained motionless under the moonlight by the wall, suddenly appeared right beside the fallen Mr. Julian.

Shard held the chain that extended from his sleeve in one hand, and with the other, he traced an arc of moonlight through the air. Iluna, holding a golden-yellow Sunlight Gun that snapped and crackled, stood beside Shard:

“Toby Julian, I advise you not to resist.”

The Corpse Bride, having been severely wounded by Shard, was now no match for the two of them.

“Me? Resist?”

The man on the ground forced these words out through clenched teeth, while the Corpse Bride in the wedding dress, looking so serene and beautiful, quietly embraced him from behind.

Shard felt like a terrible situation was about to unfold:

“No good!”

But it was already too late to stop it. They were braced for an attack from the Corpse Bride, but they did not expect that they were not the target of the assault.

In front of Shard and Iluna, the Corpse Bride Annie Julian, while holding Mr. Julian’s head, gently twirled it so that, with tears of blood and the distinct sound of bones cracking, his head was turned one hundred and eighty degrees to face her.

The corpse kissed the corpse.

All the lights in the room went out at that moment, and a massive spiritual pressure, like a tsunami, bore down on them. Whispers filled with hatred, murmuring filled with resentment, continually echoed the rage in Toby Julian’s heart.

Shard extended his finger that flickered with silver light towards the front, and Mr. Julian’s head had already been severed, unbeknownst to him. The Corpse Bride, holding Mr. Julian’s head, glided toward them through the terrifying darkness:

“You…”

The ethereal, phantom-like female voice seemed to come from all directions, growing more terrifying as the Corpse Bride drew nearer:

“…will you marry me?”

“What a joke!”

Shard lashed out with moonlight, but the bride disappeared into the darkness. This was not spatial ability; the opponent had truly merged with the darkness. This innate talent was unique to undead creatures, a higher ability that blurred the boundaries between reality and the realm of death.

A chill wind blew past Shard, as if something had moved past him without any interest.

“Over here!”

Iluna shouted loudly, to their side, in the boundless darkness. The Corpse Bride, emitting white light and draped in a white wedding gown holding the head, glided out once more:

“Will you marry me?”

This time, Shard understood; these words weren’t meant for him, they were for Iluna.

“Don’t answer.”

Shard said, clenching his teeth and looking around:

“Iluna, go down to the basement and find that Contract, erase both names from it, I’ll keep her occupied here.”

“Are you sure?”

“When have I ever not been?”

Shard’s figure appeared behind the Corpse Bride, his hands wielding the sword as he slashed fiercely. As the bride turned, a second sword, conjured by the “Blade of Chaotic Space-Time,” was swung almost simultaneously.

“I’ll be done in a moment.”

Iluna ran quickly towards the doorway they had come through, and soon vanished into the darkness.

As Iluna disappeared, a shrill scream nearly burst Shard’s eardrums. The bride with a single-handed blade shattered both swords, then disappeared into the dark again.

A horrific wail, as if it were the last unwilling gasp of the deceased using their throat. She became even stronger than before, and killing her underworld marriage partner seemed to have induced a new change in the contract.

The bride appeared in front of Shard, but not only in front, on the sides as well—wherever his eyes could catch, dozens of identical brides, wearing white wedding dresses with veils and holding Mr. Julian’s head, were closing in on him. Their silent, gliding advance was eerie, and Shard seriously doubted he would escape nightmares tonight.

His right hand slid from top-right to bottom-left, then from top-left to bottom-right. The crossed moonlight paused in front of him, and as Shard sidestepped forward, the moonlight flew out. The silver light cleaved through the corpse that had reached out toward Shard, and the fallen body turned into a puff of black smoke and vanished.

“Which one is the real body?”

Shard asked directly in his mind.

[Look to the left, no, further left, yes, that’s the one.]

Shard extended his right hand toward the sky:

“Moonlight!”

The glory of Silvermoon erupted, but it was utterly useless against these brides. Shard bit his lip:

“Feliana’s Light of the Witch!”

The brilliant yellow halo spread layer by layer, and under Shard’s control, the effect of the arcane technique did not target the furniture in the room, only the moving bodies. The halo reached the encircling corpses; their wedding dresses melted first, followed by the skin on their surface, but it couldn’t melt the deeper muscle tissue. The piercing screams coming from all the brides made Shard feel very uncomfortable, but the Corpse Brides, fearing the glimmer in Shard’s hand, did not continue to approach,

“Lagre’s Leap!”

Shard vanished again, then reappeared behind the main bride. This time he didn’t attack; chains shot out from both sleeves simultaneously. Before the bride could melt into the darkness, he bound her.

Shard quickly retreated, pulling the chains taut to ensure she couldn’t escape. The immense force coming from the chains nearly pulled him back in.

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The illusions of the brides one by one vanished, but the Corpse Bride’s power grew stronger. Moreover, the head she held was laughing heartily, mocking Shard’s foolishness in Mr. Julian’s voice.

Click!

The sound of a gas lamp igniting, and the room lit up again. The Corpse Bride struggling with Shard suddenly collapsed as if all strength had left her, nearly causing Shard, who was pulling on the chains, to fall over.

Mr. Julian’s head rolled on the ground a few times and finally stopped at Shard’s feet. The neck looked as if it had been cut off by some sharp blade, the head didn’t close its eyes; it instead looked up eerily, with blood tears frozen on the facial skin as if by cold air.

“Is it over?”

Shard summoned the Moonlight Greatsword, holding the sword with both hands, ready to pierce the head.

[The traces of the elementals are disappearing.]

He finally exhaled and dismissed the sword in hand.

Soon, Iluna, with both hands and sleeves covered in blood, returned to the third floor, holding a likewise blood-stained parchment. Seeing the light in the room restored and the bodies on the ground no longer moving, she too let out a breath of relief.

“Is this the one?”

Shard took the blood-stained parchment, which itself did not absorb blood—the fluid simply adhered, not tarnishing the text. Iluna, by some means, had already erased the two names that had been on the parchment. And the black text that was originally on the parchment, as if branded with a cigarette, did not belong to any script Shard had learned from textbooks.

“Shard, can you translate this?”

Iluna crouched down to check the bodies, having heard Shard mention his knowledge of many ancient scripts.

“Let me see—with our souls, bodies, and very existences, we swear to be forever entwined until the end of the world. That’s the general meaning; many words I couldn’t find modern equivalents to.”

After reading this phrase in the common language of Draleon, Shard shuddered violently. He didn’t dare utter the true pronunciation of these words in his mind, otherwise, something else was bound to happen.

“What should we do with this?”

Shard was not at ease.

“I’ll handle it.”

Iluna casually threw Mr. Julian’s head onto a nearby bed, then quickly retrieved a test tube from her pocket and poured an entire test tube of water onto the parchment, diluting the blood.

And by touching the liquids with her fingers, the voice by her ear provided a hint—this was Holy Water No. 3.

“Holy Water No. 3, the church can reimburse it anyway, don’t worry about waste, my reimbursement limit has become quite substantial now.”

While speaking, Iluna skillfully took out a Sun Pattern Holy Emblem of the Sun God [Lantern Bearer]. She had Shard roll up the parchment, and with red silk thread, she bound the Holy Emblem together with the parchment roll. The Holy Emblem faintly emitted light, whereas the contract looked ordinary, showing no reaction.

But this was only a temporary containment method; such relics related to the undead should be professionally contained by the church for safer keeping.

“It’s finally over.”

Iluna relaxed, her gaze drifting towards the parchment roll in Shard’s hands:

“Inscribe two names, to have them love each other forever…”

She seemed to think of something, but quickly shook her head:

“Love should be fought for oneself; people who use this kind of thing are really foolish. It’s finally over, and to think my vacation was wasted on this.”

“Wait, it’s not over yet.”

Shard raised his hand, passing the parchment roll to Iluna to hold, then looked towards the room’s doorway.

“Oh, what now? Can’t we have some peace tonight? My vacation, sigh~”

Iluna turned reluctantly to look, but saw nothing. Seeing Shard wasn’t joking, she thought for a moment, covered her normal right eye, and looked in that direction only with her divinity-crafted left eye. Then she actually saw a girl in a dark red plaid dress, standing there with a sorrowful face.

She was startled for a moment before realizing it was Annie Julian, the soul-state Annie Julian.