Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 388 King of the North

"Is this the 'King of the North,' Julian?"

"Judging from the oppressive aura it exudes, its strength far surpasses that of a normal Sequence 5 level Extraordinary."

Klein remained calm, turning his head to look at Cyril and Edwina, pondering whether the combined strength of the three of them could defeat the dragon known as the "King of the North".

Edwina's expression was somewhat serious, but she explained in a calm tone: "The book 'The Travels of Grosser' first appeared in the Second Age. According to my research and speculation, there was no such thing as an extraordinary path during that period."

"The most common way for extraordinary beings at that time to enhance their power was to continuously aggregate traits with the same kind of characteristics."

"For example, a frost dragon that combines the frost of the 'witch,' the frost of the 'zombie,' the frost of the 'disaster priest,' and even the frost of the 'weather wizard.'"

A lava demon that gathers the flames of the sequences "arsonist," "witch," "demon," and "disaster priest."

"This method of enhancing power will inevitably accumulate a lot of madness in the body, and it also has considerable flaws, but in some aspects, the accumulation of a large number of characteristics is enough to rival a demigod."

"So that's why the Second Age is so crazy..." Sirion sighed, not lingering in the spirit world for long, and following his spiritual revelation, he moved closer to where Grosser's main characters were.

In less than half a minute, he found the main characters in the book.

Behind the massive rock covered in thick ice, the figures of several people were quickly outlined in the frigid air.

The next second, an arrow crackling with tiny sparks of electricity landed at Cyrien's feet, making a hissing sound.

"Who are you people?" A woman's angry voice, though irritable, suddenly rang out.

Following the sound, Xiruien looked up and saw a beautiful woman holding an ancient bow and arrow, guarding the dark entrance of the cave.

She had a head of soft, shiny black hair, simply tied into a ponytail, and wore a brown, antique-style hunter's coat and trousers. Her facial features were very soft, and her ears were rather pointed.

"It's an elf! And a purebred elf that's almost impossible to find these days."

Cyril's eyes lit up, then he turned to Edwina: "I suddenly think that turning the stories from Grosser's Travels into a picture book and publishing it in a magazine would be a great idea. It might become a hit across the North and South."

"Ms. Edwina, how about we collaborate? I'll create the art book, and you'll provide the distribution channels."

Edwina nodded in surprise but also seriously: "Okay."

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Couldn't you wait until you left the world of the book to discuss this?

This guy really treats exploring the world in the book like a real trip!

While keeping his composure in his mind, Klein maintained the persona of Gehrman Sparrow and said coldly, "That elf lady is about to be enraged by you."

call out!call out!

As soon as he finished speaking, thin wind blades instantly formed and shot towards them.

Cyril silently clenched his left fist, and the wind blades became chaotic the moment they approached, slashing uncontrollably at the ground covered with thick snow and the rock walls on both sides covered with thick ice.

hiss~

Danitz gasped as he looked at the deep gashes carved into the rock face by the wind blades, and couldn't help but remark, "Are elves really this irritable?"

Cyril shrugged: "Even the most beautiful elf is still a sailor. A transcendent being of the Path of Extraordinary, a seasoned citizen of rage."

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As he spoke, the elf guarding the cave entrance had already nocked his bow and arrow again, the silvery lightning on the arrowheads flashing and crackling.

The arrow, poised to be released, seemed ready to strike his face with a burst of lightning at any moment.

"It seems her hatred is now focused on me; was it because of what I said?"

"Every single word," Klein said coldly, controlling his facial expression with his "Joker" powers.

Danitz silently took a step back, hesitated for half a second, and then stepped back to his original position.

As a qualified hunter, he felt that at this time he should keep his distance from people who attract hatred, so as to avoid being caught in the crossfire after a conflict, and also to wait for an opportunity to strike.

But seeing that Edwina hadn't made any move, he suddenly felt that the captain would look down on him, so he returned to his original position.

Suddenly, his vision blurred, and he saw an exaggeratedly large sword deeply embedded in the snow, almost as wide as a door panel.

Behind the giant sword were two thick, sturdy, gray-blue giant legs.

His gaze slowly rose, almost tilting back, until he finally saw the giant with his hand resting on the hilt of the exaggerated greatsword.

This is a true giant!

It was estimated to be four meters tall, with grayish-blue skin, a single vertical eye on its head, and thick animal fur covering its chest, abdomen, and hips, while the rest of its body was completely exposed.

goo~

"Captain, I've seen a living giant!"

Cyril glanced at him with some surprise, harboring deep suspicion about some of Danitz's hobbies.

This guy's reaction to seeing a giant was even more exaggerated than when he saw a beautiful elf!

Is it because the giant's size is closer to that of the Gundam? It seems that Roselle didn't spread his aesthetic preferences for Gundam.

As their thoughts drifted, the giant, who had been looking down at them with a single, vertical eye, spoke in a low voice: "Who are you?"

"Why did you come to Grosser's camp?"

As the gray-blue giant spoke, a series of strangely dressed people, completely out of touch with contemporary society, emerged from the dark cave behind him.

Ugh!

The howling wind suddenly intensified, and the snowflakes falling from the sky became denser at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A blizzard suddenly struck!

In the frosty white sky stained by the blizzard, a slender figure with a pair of broad wings spread out in and out of sight.

"It's Julian!"

The gray-blue giant suddenly became excited and invigorated, and pulled out the massive sword, as wide as a door panel, that had been stuck in the ground.

Those standing behind him, who had emerged from the cave, also became alert and assumed fighting stances.

...We've only just met Grosser, and the story is already moving on so quickly?

Klein frowned; he could sense Grosser and the others' wariness and suspicion towards them.

Before they could formally communicate, get to know each other, and become familiar with one another, "King of the North" Yulisian suddenly attacked. They and Grosser and others were on guard against each other, and once the battle started, it could easily turn into a three-way melee.

He looked up at the dragon's silhouette, appearing and disappearing amidst the blizzard... Was this the wisdom of Julian? Or was the world within this book actively maintaining the balance of the story?

The world in the book itself shouldn't possess such wisdom and behavior, unless someone has given it a brain and inserted the underlying logic that operates the world.

The Levihard hidden deep within the collective unconscious of the world in the book, as described by Cyril.

Or perhaps some ancient dragon is interfering with the story in the book?

Thinking of this, he immediately turned his head to look at Sirion.

Noticing his gaze, Xi Ruien chuckled dryly: "Maybe, perhaps, it's just that we were simply unlucky."

As he spoke, he took out the ancient silver coin, whose effects had changed somewhat after being recast by the "craftsman".

It no longer has the ability to actively bring misfortune upon its enemies, but it can actively bring disaster upon itself, affecting everyone involved.

When faced with disaster, the holder will receive good fortune. The stronger the disaster, the more good fortune the holder will receive. This is also a kind of "conservation of luck".

In daily life, it also has two states: passively encountering various minor disasters, thus accumulating a lot of "luck" which bursts out at critical moments.

Or you might encounter good things from time to time, and succeed easily in whatever you do, but you will accumulate "bad luck" which will eventually erupt.

This silver coin is currently accumulating "luck".

...But will this "not-so-serious disaster" automatically match enemies based on the holder's ability to cope?

As their thoughts drifted, a roar filled with madness and violence pierced through the fierce blizzard, echoing in the ears of each and every one of them.

The next second, a huge figure pierced through the curtain of wind and snow and crashed onto the rocks covered with a thick layer of ice.

The translucent, ice-blue dragon remained standing on all fours, still nearly five meters tall, exuding an overwhelming sense of oppression.

Its extremely ferocious, deep blue eyes swept over everyone, but its gaze lingered briefly when it saw Cyrien.

But soon its ferocious instincts overcame its meager rationality, and it flapped its wings and roared.

Ugh!

The biting wind, carrying snowflakes, lashed against his body, and Sirien felt his body temperature dropping rapidly, his body stiffening little by little.

Suddenly, his spiritual intuition was triggered, and he immediately reached out and put his hand on Danitz's shoulder, causing him to "flash" away from the spot.

At the same time, Klein and Edwina also reacted accordingly, leaping to either side.

The next second, a twisted, ethereal, quiet yet flamboyant icy blue flame pierced through the wind and snow, landing where they had just been standing.

Wherever the icy blue flames passed, even the air froze!

In an instant, even more flames surged forth, creating a dreamlike wave that rushed toward Grosser and the others standing at the cave entrance, freezing everything in its path.

Grosser immediately knelt down on one knee and planted the massive sword, as wide as a door panel, in front of him.

A silver light, like the dawn, burst forth instantly, solidifying into an illusory wall in front of the giant sword, firmly protecting everyone behind it.

The next second, the icy blue "waves" surged in and crashed hard against the illusory "walls," condensing into large, translucent, dreamlike, and terrifyingly cold ice crystals.

These ice crystals, like a layer of amber, sealed Grosser and the others in a small space.

With Danitz teleporting above the cave, Cyril glanced at the dreamlike ice crystals beneath his feet, a phantom book rapidly flipping through his eyes.

"I came, I saw, I recorded."

A violent wind suddenly appeared around him, seemingly from reality, yet also as if it originated from an illusion.

The wind carried an indescribable sense of majesty, blowing in all directions before quickly merging with the howling snow and wind around it.

On the massive rock encased in thick ice, a deep fear and submission flashed in Yurisian's extremely tyrannical, dark blue dragon eyes, and his body involuntarily prostrated itself, trembling incessantly.

That is the dragon's might that only a more powerful spiritual dragon can possess, a fear and submission etched deep into the heart and soul.

On the other side, Klein, who had just dodged the icy blue breath, clenched his right fist.

Fine, dark gold scale-like patterns appeared on "Wriggling Hunger," and his eyes turned into pale gold vertical pupils.

"Frenzy!"

Yurisian buried his head between his broad, membrane-covered wings, his body trembling violently.

The fear it felt deep within its heart and soul, aroused by the dragon's might, was easily ignited by "madness," plunging its spirit into fear and chaos.

If there were an "Apostle of Desire" at this moment, it could instantly ignite this emotion and severely damage its spirit.

"It's a pity we didn't get the traits left behind by Patrick Jason Belial, otherwise it would have been much easier."

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Cyril shook his head slightly and sighed. Then, he saw that the area around Yurisian suddenly darkened, as if a thin, invisible veil of night had been drawn over it.

As night fell, the faint sound of chanting poetry drifted out, gentle and ethereal, peaceful and tranquil, lulling one to sleep.

Yurisian's trembling head bowed in shock instantly diminished, and the violent aura that had been emanating from him at all times rapidly diminished, as if he were falling into an irresistible slumber.

At the same time, a clear and dazzling light shone from the dreamlike ice crystals that sealed the entire cave below the cliff.

These rays of light formed a shimmering and violent hurricane that swept outwards.

Silently, the thick ice was melted and cut open, revealing the giant Grosser, wielding a greatsword, in the shattering light of dawn.

Behind him, elves wielding bows and arrows, young nobles in asymmetrical black coats, ascetics in extremely simple white robes, and knights in full armor wielding straight swords all rushed out.

Cyril glanced at Danitz, who was only Sequence 7 and struggling to move properly under Yurisian's pressure, and said thoughtfully, "Find a place to hide..." He paused, then suddenly changed his mind, "Never mind, you stay with me and help me drive away the snow and wind around us. This place is too cold."

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Apart from Grosser and his men's camp below, there doesn't seem to be a good hiding place around here.

Moreover, he is flexible enough that bringing Danitz along wouldn't make much difference; on the contrary, he could enjoy having an artificial fireplace to keep him warm.

"it is good."

Danitz glanced at the ice-blue dragon, which was half asleep and half awake, and nodded with a complicated expression.

As the two were talking, the giant Grosser had already rushed to Julian's side, and the clear morning light condensed on his body into a refined full suit of armor.

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