Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 390, End of Story

Above the gray fog, inside that ancient palace that seemed to have stood unchanged since time immemorial.

Klein sat in the high-backed chair belonging to "The Fool," his spirituality reaching out to the illusory "star" that symbolized him.

The crimson light spread out, and then he saw himself sitting against the cave wall.

"As expected, the world in the book cannot hinder this space above the gray fog."

He whispered something, then reached into a pile of clutter in the corner and summoned the milky-white short staff. At the top of the staff, a series of blue-green gems shone with a clear light, carrying an aura like a tsunami.

He then raised his gaze above the gray fog and saw the battlefield outside the cave, and the disheveled frost dragon, Yurisan.

All the snow and ice around it had melted, revealing the huge, charred, cracked rocks and black soil beneath.

On the dragon's chest, large patches of scales and flesh disappeared, revealing a deep gash that exposed bone.

Blue blood was constantly oozing from the wound, freezing instantly upon contact with air and covering the wound with a layer of crystal-clear ice.

Deep within the ice crystals, a thin, icy blue membrane of flesh pulsated rhythmically, as if a powerful, beating heart was hidden behind it.

The next second, an arrow crackling with lightning pierced the cold air, heading straight for the bloody wound on the Frost Dragon's chest.

Boom!

A thick bolt of lightning struck from the layers of dark clouds in the sky, landing on the long arrow.

The arrow turned completely silver-white, like a bolt of lightning lashed out by Thor, and shot toward Yurisian at an unavoidable speed.

boom!

The silver arrow struck a crystal-clear ice wall that appeared out of nowhere, shattering the ice crystals and sending the silver arrow flying everywhere.

roar~~

"King of the North" Yuri's roar was filled with pain and rage.

Its roar immediately summoned a massive blizzard, obscuring visibility up to 5 meters away.

The howling wind whipped up dense, goose-feather-like snowflakes, filling every inch of space with a frenzied, swirling motion.

At the same time, an ice-blue halo shot out from the wind and snow, extending outwards along the ground.

Wherever the halo swept, everything turned into an ice sculpture from bottom to top.

Above the gray fog, Klein waved the "Scepter of the Sea God" in his hand, spreading its power through the light of his prayers.

In the world of the book, the howling blizzard suddenly stopped, as if someone had forcibly pressed the pause button.

The next second, a violent sound of wind colliding with the air rang out, creating an explosion-like noise.

A terrifying hurricane, visible to the naked eye, swirled and coiled around Yurisian. The air currents spun rapidly in circles, and an unstoppable tornado rose from the ground, sweeping the frost dragon along with the surrounding howling blizzard into the sky.

The tornado shooting straight into the sky was like a terrifying giant, taking away all the snowflakes and cold air, leaving everyone's vision unobstructed.

The giant Grosser and the others looked in astonishment toward the direction where the elf Shatas was.

Of all of them, only this elven companion possessed the ability to manipulate the wind, but even he could not possibly create a tornado of such power.

Edwina glanced in surprise at Cyril, who was warming himself by the flames released by Danitz. She suspected that Cyril had reproduced the extraordinary abilities of a certain demigod, but she had not sensed any spiritual fluctuations from him.

Boom!

A sudden clap of thunder interrupted her thoughts, and she saw streaks of silvery lightning suddenly shooting out from the tornado that had already swept into the sky.

These silvery bolts of lightning leaped and danced in the raging hurricane, seemingly chasing after some target.

Seeing this, Sirion quickly conjured up an illusory, ever-turning book in his mind's eye, and stood there blankly, pretending to be trying his best to maintain his extraordinary abilities.

Before his eyes, amidst the swirling gray-white mist, the voice of "The Fool" Klein echoed with a light laugh: "Quite in sync... I thought I'd have to remind you."

He really wanted to complain about the other party's sudden attempt to shift the blame, but it wasn't convenient to speak right now, so he could only focus on remaining silent.

Danitz, who was standing nearby, thought that it was hard for him to maintain such extraordinary abilities, so he simply pushed the fireballs surrounding him towards him to dispel the few remaining snowflakes and cold in the air.

The young nobleman, dressed in asymmetrical attire, looked over with curiosity, muttering to himself, "A member of the Abraham family?"

"To be able to record so many extraordinary abilities at the demigod level, completely different from each other, has this guy traveled on the battlefields of demigods?"

Records...of a demigod?

Danitz, who happened to hear this, had a thoughtful expression on his face.

This guy is always causing trouble wherever he goes. He's actually recording the extraordinary abilities that demigods use when they're provoked.

This is insane!

Sure enough, anyone who can become friends with Gehrman Sparrow is either a madman or a madman who hides it very well.

Fortunately, the captain listened to my advice, and the "Golden Dream" staying near Glagos for a few days was enough for them to disembark.

As his thoughts drifted, he saw Randolph Carter, who was struggling to maintain his demigod-level abilities, suddenly turn his head and glance at him.

Danitz felt a sudden chill run down his spine for no apparent reason, and quickly said, "I wasn't thinking anything of you in my mind, really!"

After a moment of silence, he said speechlessly, "Move the fire further away, it's a bit hot."

"Um... okay."

Danitz nodded awkwardly, then moved the fireballs back to his side.

High in the sky, a pale blue-white glow bloomed amidst the swirling hurricane, and the surrounding temperature plummeted, as if to freeze and solidify everything.

In such extreme cold, even the wind seems to slow down.

The dark clouds, which had been streaked with silvery lightning, turned frosty white. Tiny, irregular ice crystals began to fall from the clouds, growing denser and more abundant until a hailstorm began.

Immediately afterwards, the frost dragon, with numerous charred marks on its body, many parts of which were mangled and bloody, and its two membrane-covered wings tattered, crashed down like a meteorite amidst the hail.

The elf Shatas immediately drew her bow and nocked an arrow. Her jet-black hair, defying the laws of nature, spread out, each strand distinct, crackling with electricity, and surging towards the arrow.

One after another, silver-white lightning arrows and pure blue wind blade arrows shot out, slicing through the air and landing on the frost dragon's already mangled wounds.

Each arrow struck its mark precisely, tearing away the layer of ice covering the dragon's wound and embedding itself into its flesh.

roar~~

The dragon's savage and painful roars were so loud they made people's eardrums ache and shattered the surrounding hailstones, turning them into dense snowflakes like goose feathers.

Before the surrounding blizzard could fully form, it was dispersed by another unseen force.

The "Punishment Knight" Longzel immediately leaped into the air, pointing to the spot on the dragon's body where arrows had torn through the ice crystals and pierced through the flesh, and solemnly pronounced in Ancient Hermes: "Death!"

With a soft "poof," the wound on the dragon's chest collapsed, revealing translucent ribs and an ethereal, ice-blue heart that was constantly expanding and contracting.

Edwina's eyes suddenly went black, as if a phantom, viscous black liquid was gently writhing within them.

It seemed to be a collection of the most wicked and shameful desires in people's hearts.

The next second, the dragon Yurisian let out a shrill roar filled with pain and madness.

Its emotions were ignited, as if it had returned to the time when it was bound by the hurricane and chased by lightning.

Cyril's gaze was fixed on Yurisian, who was falling from mid-air, while a phantom book flipped rapidly in his eyes.

boom!

A terrifying sonic boom suddenly exploded, accompanied by the wailing of the wind domain, and blasted violently on Yurisian's back.

An invisible gust of air rippled through the air, tearing the falling hailstones into the finest powder, which then receded into a ring that refracted a rainbow of light.

At the same time, Yurisian's struggling wings made a crisp cracking sound, and his body, like a ball that had been kicked hard, accelerated towards the ground below.

Below, the giant Grosser, wielding an exaggeratedly large sword, knelt and plunged the silvery-white blade into the ground in front of him.

The clear morning light burst forth from that exaggerated giant sword, then disintegrated, turning into fragments of light like the dawn itself.

They were densely packed and countless, forming a shimmering and violent hurricane that swept towards the sky.

"God said: It works!"

The voice of the ascetic Snowman then rang out.

In the next instant, the storm of light created by Grosser became even brighter, adding a touch of ferocity.

Then it collided with the crashing frost dragon.

Click!

With a crisp sound, like ice crystals shattering, Yurisian's massive body was slashed with countless wounds by dense, sharp spots of light.

A terrifying "storm of light" swept over its entire body from bottom to top, piercing through its shattered chest and tearing open its icy blue illusory heart.

Standing not far away, the ascetic Snowman opened his arms, half-closed his eyes, and solemnly declared as if receiving divine grace, "God loves the world!"

The brilliant, clear, and dazzling sunlight suddenly poured down, intertwining with the silvery-white "storm of light," making it difficult for the ice crystals on Yulisian's body to condense.

The next second, a magnificent and pure beam of blazing light descended from the sky, enveloping the struggling Yurisian.

Klein, having left the gray fog, rejoined the battlefield.

Amidst the storm of gold and silver, Yurisian's flesh was constantly being cut, dissolved, and evaporated.

With his heart nearly shattered, Julian managed to lift his head with great difficulty, his violent and crazed gaze fixed on Grosser, and he opened his mouth as if to exhale.

Time seemed to freeze for half a second, and it didn't spew anything out.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the young nobleman Mobert, who had been "teleported" there by Cyril, held the lucky silver coin that Cyril had temporarily lent him tightly in one hand, while reaching out to grab Yurisian with the other.

Before Yulisian could utter anything, his outstretched hand suddenly sank, and he exhaled a long breath.

With a stroke of luck, he stole the extraordinary ability that Julian was about to use.

Immediately afterwards, an arrow crackling with silver lightning streaked across the sky, piercing through the storm of gold and silver, and embedding itself deeply into the illusory heart on the verge of shattering.

Yurisian’s enormous mouth slowly opened and closed for a moment, then suddenly froze.

The fear that welled up deep within its soul as life slipped away was reignited.

"Punishment Knight" Longzel seized the opportunity, his gaze locking onto the illusory heart on the verge of shattering: "Death!"

boom!

With an arrow stuck in it, the silvery-white object darted about wildly, riddled with cracks, as if a heart on the verge of shattering had suddenly swelled up before abruptly collapsing.

With each expansion and contraction, the heart, on the verge of collapse, could no longer hold on, and like a glass ball being crushed, it turned into countless tiny, irregular, transparent ice crystal-like fragments.

Two more breaths passed, and the "storm of light" interwoven with gold and silver dissipated. The massive body of the Frost Dragon, marked with cuts and lightning strikes and now appearing exceptionally dull, crashed to the ground with a thud.

The frost dragon's body twitched for a while after it fell to the ground before gradually calming down.

Its corpse lay there, like a small mountain formed from melted ice and snow, from which streaks of pale blue to white light burst forth, stirring the flesh and blood and moving swiftly.

Soon, the massive dragon corpse, as large as a small mountain, transformed into a double door covered in white snow, much taller than the giant Grosser.

"We...success!"

After saying this, Grosser, panting heavily, sat down on the ground, leaning against the massive sword that was as wide as a door.

The morning light covering him dissipated into countless tiny spots, revealing the grey-blue giant's body beneath his refined full-body armor.

As Cyril watched Mobert and the others approach Grosser and the double doors formed from the corpse of "King of the North" Julian, he warned them, "I suggest you don't go through this door."

"What do you mean?" Mobert paused, turning to look at him.

He paused for a moment, then tossed over the lucky silver coin that Sirion had temporarily lent him.

The silver coin arced through the cold air, landing precisely in Sirion's hand, which he casually pocketed.

He has discovered that this magical item seems to have no effect on him, whether it brings bad luck or good luck.

...But while it can't remove the misfortune that befalls me, it seems to be able to indirectly influence the misfortunes that will befall those around me, thus affecting me as well.

But the worst part is that I didn't receive any luck.

This is a purely negative magical item to me...

Composing himself, he glanced at Mobert, Longzel, and the others who had gathered around him, and then said, "Among you, the closest to the present is someone from over a hundred years ago."

"Although we don't know what principle the world in the book uses to freeze time in your bodies, once you leave here, the frozen time in your bodies will most likely start flowing again, and you will pass through hundreds or thousands of years in a very short time."

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