Chapter 225: Chapter 206: The Return of the Black-Robed Man
"Arcane Missile"
"Bang!"
"-863"
A blood-red damage figure floated above Cloth’s head.
At this moment, Cloth did not counterattack Lin Yi, but kept letting out anguished roars at the sky, oblivious to everything else.
Despite Arcane magic spells exploding on his body one after another, Cloth seemed unaware, not even glancing back at Lin Yi.
Nearby, Tian Ci and the others, for the first time, did not heed Lin Yi’s command and immediately joined this nearly twisted boss battle.
After a moment, Red Eyes reversed his dual daggers, gradually entering a state of concentration as he advanced:
"I’ll follow Brother Feng."
Before long, Red Eyes appeared from behind Cloth, daggers gleaming coldly in his hands.
"Shadow Blade Dance"
"-691"
"Bone Carving"
"-710" Critical Strike~
"Kidney Strike"
"-756" Critical Strike~
Suddenly, the dual daggers merged, and in an instant, he fiercely slashed towards Cloth’s head.
"Sunset Silver Glimmer"
"-1012" Critical/Weakness Devastation
...
Shuai Diao Zha sighed and said:
"I can’t believe I got so into a game character."
Then, Shuai Diao Zha waved his magic staff, and a blazing fire element formed at the tip.
Zhan Chen also raised his bow and arrow, aimed at Cloth’s head, and the wind power swiftly started to concentrate at the arrow’s tip:
"Sorry."
Tian Ci gritted his teeth, leaned forward, and his body entered stealth mode,
"Pardon me."
Stable as a mountain, he jumped into the fray:
"Powerful Strike!"
"-213"
Despite the reluctance, Shiyu still steeled himself and activated a skill, charging towards the swaying Corpse King Cloth:
"Charge!"
...
"He’s helping him find liberation."
Zhang Xinying looked in surprise at Dongfang Jing beside her.
At this moment, Dongfang Jing said calmly:
"He will definitely return to the embrace of Father God."
Although Zhang Xinying didn’t understand what Father God meant, it didn’t affect her literal understanding of those words.
Zhang Xinying suddenly asked:
"Will he be refreshed?"
Refreshing means being respawned after the boss dies.
Dongfang Jing’s gaze fell on Lin Yi, and she said with some emotion:
"Probably not."
If the mission can’t be completed, refreshing is inevitable.
But if the mission can be completed, then Cloth’s existence would no longer be necessary.
"Hmm."
Zhang Xinying didn’t speak again.
The Werewolf Prophet glanced at Dongfang Jing, then at Zhang Xinying beside him, and swallowed back words that he almost spoke.
When the Corpse King Cloth’s health was drained, nothing dropped, not even a basic material.
Lin Yi knew this from the beginning.
Looking at the fallen Cloth, everyone was silent for a moment.
At this moment, they felt none of the usual joy from killing a boss, nor disappointment at the lack of loot, only a melancholic feeling whose nature they couldn’t understand.
Just then, a transparent phantom rose from Cloth’s body.
"Cloth?"
Everyone, shocked and with a hint of delight, looked at the phantom, turning their gaze to Lin Yi, hoping for an explanation.
Because this phantom was the majestic and overbearing Cloth from the Illusion Realm, not the decayed Corpse King.
However, Lin Yi did not respond to the crowd but respectfully handed over the [Morgan’s Bone] and said:
"By the order of City Lord Aiborn of Black Tortoise City, I have come to lead the Lizardman Race back to the Hundred Races."
When Cloth’s soul body accepted the token Lin Yi handed over, Lin Yi respectfully repeated:
"Thank you for your hardship, Saint Lord."
Cloth took the [Morgan’s Bone] and looked at it, then sighed:
"My mission should be ending too."
This time, Cloth threw a scroll into the air.
In the astonished gaze of everyone, the scroll emitted a dazzling radiance that dispelled the dark clouds overhead.
The warm sunlight poured onto the earth, driving away the darkness and welcoming brightness.
In the center of the street, a teleportation array emitting arcane radiance appeared from nowhere.
Even more astonishing, the ghosts in the barren fields around the village revealed their true forms one by one, transforming into lizardmen, then peacefully floated toward the sky until they vanished.
At the edge of the village, lizardmen appeared, bewildered, looking at each other.
A confused lizardman asked:
"What happened, what’s going on?"
Another lizardman was filled with panic:
"Why are we still here?"
Yet another remembered Cloth:
"Where is the Saint Lord, has anyone seen the Saint Lord?"
Strangely, even though Cloth’s soul body was right in front of Lin Yi, those lizardmen in the distance didn’t seem to see it.
A group of lizardmen gathered, occasionally pointing and discussing something about Lin Yi and the others.
From the snippets of conversation from these Lizardmen, it’s not hard to see that hundreds of years are nothing more than a fleeting moment for them.
Perhaps their memory still lingers on the moment they were saved by Cloth.
This is the luckiest race Lin Yi has encountered since learning about the game’s historical background.
Because of Cloth, they avoided the darkest and most tragic period on the Rafam Continent.
Looking at those Lizardmen, whose level was no higher than Lv36, Lin Yi seemed to understand why they received this ’special treatment’...
Because on the battlefield, their combat prowess was akin to cannon fodder.
Suddenly, a beam of light descended upon Cloth’s head.
Cloth looked towards the village entrance in surprise, and when Cloth noticed Dongfang Jing standing there, he first showed a puzzled expression, but later was drawn to Zhang Xinying and the Werewolf Prophet beside her.
He couldn’t imagine encountering the Werewolf Prophet here, and in such a manner.
As the Prophet of the Werewolf Race, Yidra was quite well-known among the Hundred Races.
Cloth and the Werewolf Prophet exchanged a look and smiled at each other.
The special meaning in that smile might only be deeply understood between their Soul Bodies.
Then Cloth expressed gratitude to Zhang Xinying.
Because Zhang Xinying had just released the ’Holy Word Technique’, which dispelled some of the remnants of the Corpse Pill within Cloth.
And now Cloth’s Soul Body is the purest it can be.
Even though it’s a Soul Body about to dissipate, Cloth still hoped that at the last moment his ’body’ would be pure and flawless.
Finally, Cloth said to Lin Yi,
"My apologies, you’ve helped me so much, yet I have nothing to repay you with."
After speaking, a scroll fell before Lin Yi:
"I hope this can be of help to you."
Lin Yi respectfully reached out to take it, it was the ancient scroll Cloth had used before, named: [Space-Time Imprisonment], and it only had 1 use left.
Immediately after, an ancient book fell before Lin Yi, Cloth continued,
"Also, I ask you to find a suitable heir for me, thank you!"
After placing the scroll in his backpack, Lin Yi once again took the book.
Then Lin Yi’s eyes widened instantly:
"This is."
Lin Yi could never have imagined that the book was Cloth’s legacy: [Chain Madman].
Recalling the scene of Cloth wielding chains against the dark-robed figure, if he hadn’t already had a legacy himself, Lin Yi would have been tempted to inherit Cloth’s legacy.
Simply because the power Cloth displayed was incredibly strong!
Especially the chain in his hand, which was as versatile as his own limb, not only was it ever-changing, but the destructive power was also immense, certainly a nightmare for the enemies.
Just having this legacy made today’s journey worthwhile.
Lin Yi respectfully stored the two items, bowed and said,
"I will not let you down, and will ensure the Saint’s legacy continues, to once again showcase the Saint Slaughter’s might on the Demon Race Battlefield."
"Good, good, good!"
Hearing this, Cloth laughed heartily.
He looked at Lin Yi like a kind elder, and said with heartfelt sincerity,
"The future of the continent is entrusted to you all."
He could be heard pouring all his emotions into this continent, along with an undisguisable longing and reluctance in his eyes.
Looking at this man in front of him, who even in his Soul Body couldn’t let go of his concerns for the continent, Lin Yi sighed deeply.
Then he bent down respectfully and said in a tone of profound sorrow,
"Farewell, Saint."
Tian Ci and the others, seeing this, followed Lin Yi’s example, using the highest etiquette of the Rafam Continent to say,
"Farewell, Saint."
With a smile on his face, Cloth watched it all unfold. Before long, his Soul Body gradually drifted upwards, transforming into a wisp of blue smoke, dissipating between the heavens and the earth.
As Cloth’s Soul Body drifted upwards, his eyes remained locked with Dongfang Jing’s in the distance.
Until the last moment of his dissipation, Dongfang Jing’s lips moved slightly, and only then did Cloth’s smile show relief.
With the dispersal of Cloth’s Soul Body, a sense of melancholy lingered on the faces of Tian Ci and others.
Handsome Guy asked,
"Do you think there really are people like him in this world?"
Lin Yi:
"There are!"
Because in his world, he was already a living person.
However, Lin Yi didn’t explain but instead moved toward the Teleportation Array that appeared at the center of the village.
"Let’s go, we’re going to the Netherworld Domain."
When everyone thought it was over, a space rift suddenly appeared beside the Teleportation Array.
Lin Yi’s face changed:
"Everyone move back."
Not long after, a figure in a black robe emerged from the rift.
Lin Yi and the others at first thought they were seeing things, but with the screams of the Lizardmen:
"Dark-robed figure, it’s the Dark-robed figure!"
Everyone’s hearts shook violently:
It wasn’t an illusion!
Dongfang Jing suddenly shouted,
"Feng Hua, quickly teleport away!"
However, a cold laugh echoed from the black robe:
"Can you escape?"
Instantaneously, the entire Lizardman village was enveloped in a transparent barrier.
The dark-robed figure spoke directly to Lin Yi:
"Hand over the Black Tortoise Seal, and I will spare your lives."
Lin Yi stared blankly at the information displayed above the black-robed figure’s head:
??? Lv60
???
Life Value: 6100000/61000000
Tian Ci couldn’t help but curse:
"How the hell do we fight this?"