I'm a forest ranger, why would I enslave a succubus?

Chapter 653 Support and Severe Injury

Pale corridor.

In a clearing in the forest, a half-collapsed temple stood, its dome completely gone, leaving only a quarter of the walls standing.

One of them is an open-air circular rock platform covered with worn-out runes.

At the center of the platform is a high-backed throne, carved from some pale, ivory-like substance.

On the opulent cushion of that high-backed throne, a crown carved from a grayish-yellow skull lay quietly.

The howling wind, the broken, dry branches, the noisy footsteps.

But that's just how it is.

There wasn't a single sound of someone speaking.

Silence is the defining characteristic of this region known as the 'Silent Throne'.

The silver threads of the magic doll danced, expanded in mid-air, and then suddenly contracted.

Trees, rocks, and land were shredded into pieces in an instant.

hum!
However, there were exceptions. A white, egg-shaped shield was within the cutting range and, apart from bursting into intense sparks, remained completely unharmed.

Inside the protective shield.

The superstar cloud elf, Lyra Star Language, watched in horror as the elegant doll in a dark green, belted long dress slowly approached.

The countless silver threads formed a vast cutting area.

Illuminated by the pale moon in the sky behind it, the lifeless expression on the wooden-textured doll's face became terrifying.

Run!

Pale-faced Medlin anxiously tugged at her shoulder, and Lyra could guess what she was lip-syncing to without even looking.

The Protoss lady, whom they met on their way to find Rhodes, had her leg severed and lay sprawled on the ground in a sorry state.

Laila instinctively offered her help, but in doing so, she provoked the powerful puppet.

Worse.

It was supposed to be a silent whisper, but strange whispers, without any apparent reason, began to appear in her mind, invading the musical world within her brain.

The protective artifact held out for a moment, but it proved futile.

However, it's not all bad.
Although the whispers gave her a splitting headache, they also kept revitalizing her dried-up inspiration.
Run!!!

Madeline shook her shoulders again.

Layla panicked and quickly activated the tool in her hand.

A light, floating cloud rose beneath their feet, supporting the two of them as they swiftly soared away from the Silent Throne.

She had only just entered the realm of the Silent Throne.

The rapidly flying clouds carried them away successfully in an instant, and their silence also disappeared.

But the magical puppet behind them continued to chase relentlessly.

Madeline was covered in cold sweat and in pain; she didn't care about Lyra Star's background for the time being.

He took out medical supplies from his magic bag, treated the broken leg, and then immediately took out the communication magic stone.

Activation failed.

Reactivation failed again.

"Holy crap!! What on earth is the Homecoming Prophet doing?!"

The whispers from the magical doll that were being controlled were constantly creeping into her mind, pushing Medlin to the brink of collapse.

"I don't care how you got in, where's your mental protection gear? I saw it just now!"

Leila said with a mournful face, "It's no use, it can't stop the whispers."

"What nonsense! You haven't even started it!"

"How can that be?"

Madeline roughly snatched the musical note-shaped treasure from her hand.

With a soft hum, calm and gentle music began to play. The treasure's effect was powerful, easily affecting both of them.

Clearly cover up the whispers in your mind.

Medlin's expression immediately softened, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

However, Lyra's expression suddenly changed, her weak look vanished in an instant, and she rammed into him, actually trying to snatch the musical note-shaped treasure.

"what are you doing!"

Madeline is, after all, one of the best among the Protoss, with extremely fast reflexes.

The spell-wielding hand instantly materialized, overwhelming the frail cloud sprite. Upon closer inspection, she realized that the cloud sprite was even more severely corrupted than the magical puppet, almost completely controlled by the mysterious whispers.

She couldn't help but scream, "You're supposed to be an intelligent being! How can you be inferior to even a magical puppet?!"

It's impossible to ignore it.

This person saved me, and then abandoned me as soon as they realized something was wrong. Doesn't that make me seem despicable?

Madeline sighed, pressed the musical note-shaped artifact against the cloud sprite's chest, and activated it at full power to help her resist the whispers.

"Wait, why isn't it working?"

Then his expression changed drastically. "Are you crazy? Don't listen to that! Hey!"

Medlin immediately realized that it wasn't that the treasure was ineffective; the cloud spirit had simply turned it off on its own!

puff-

Behind him, massive silver threads shimmered and swayed, spreading out in an overwhelming manner.

Medlin cursed under his breath and gritted his teeth as he quickly used up one of his magic spell slots.

A deep blue cloak made of stars and galaxies expanded out and quickly covered the two of them.

*Pfft!*

The starry cloak was torn to shreds, and the silver threads snapped as a result.

But when the magic doll reached out its hands, countless silver threads flew out again.

"Why is he so much stronger!?"

Medlin let out a miserable howl.

She had just covered herself with the cloud spirit, and countless faint blood lines on her body were seeping out blue blood droplets.

In the previous battle, she had already used up all her defensive and escape spell slots. This attack came too fast, and she didn't have time to cast spells normally.

Looking at these countless silk threads.

Medlin couldn't help but smile bitterly: "I never imagined I'd die at the hands of my own avant-garde."

Just then, an ice-bound magic orb flew from behind.

With a bang, an ice sculpture several meters long shattered on the magical doll, and the countless threads in the air came to an abrupt halt.

"Well done!"

Medlin paused for a moment, then looked back in surprise.

In the dark forest shrouded in mist, a ring of truth representing the ninth order reflected a staggering figure.

"Go quickly."

"That voice... it's Lord Mortas! The Prophet of Homecoming has finally arrived!"

Madeline was pleasantly surprised as he manipulated the cloud to approach.

However, as she got closer, the smile on her face gradually froze.

The Ring of Truth, representing a ninth-tier mage, was dim and empty, indicating that the daily three [Spell Overkill] and one [Truth Relief] had been used up.

The returning prophet Mortas, covered in blood and ice shards, leaned miserably against a tree.

A gaping wound appeared in his chest, and his right arm was torn off, revealing horrific broken bones and muscles.

"Lord Mortas?"

Motas collapsed from exhaustion, leaving a large amount of blood on the tree trunk.

With a trembling left hand, he handed Medlin a magic stone for transferring memories.

"Find a way to hand this over to the Star Association, and... also, mobilize all the Returning Prophets. That's not a monster that an ordinary ninth-tier being can handle."

His eyelid was torn off, exposing his ruptured eyeball, and his face betrayed his fear.

Madeline was also infected by fear; she simply couldn't imagine that the Prophet of Homecoming, a ninth-tier powerhouse, could be defeated.

"Hurry! It's coming!"

"Then what will you do, sir?"

"I can survive! Don't worry about me."

Snap—

Branches were trampled and broken.

Medlin turned her head sharply, looking in horror at the dark forest to her left, where mist was creeping up.

(End of this chapter)