Mystery: Time Travelers of the Fourth Era

Chapter 499 The Most Talented Apprentice

The dazzling starlight illuminated this isolated spatial prison in an instant.

brush!

The first to disappear was naturally Klein, followed by the sword that struck him. Although it was just a phantom that vanished when illuminated by the light, Butis, who had appeared behind Klein at some point, was also illuminated by the light and disappeared along with the sword before it struck.

This is a hidden space that Butis himself constructed, a caged beast he carved out himself. As a sorcerer who holds the key, he can of course come and go as he pleases. But because the space is restricted as a whole, when the light spreads in a wide area, Butis, who intended to kill Klein instantly, will also be unable to escape.

Almost simultaneously, Klein and Butis disappeared, and Dorian teleported over with a crystal ball in his hand, directly recreating what had just happened. Because the change was so sudden, Butis hadn't bothered to hide what had just occurred, and Dorian's divination didn't take much effort.

Confirming the plan's success, Dorian didn't linger. He took out a potion bottle, its deep black liquid shimmering with countless tiny sparkles. He uncorked it, drank it all in one gulp, and then, relying on the hidden hand he had left on his "classic robe," precisely positioned himself, his body gradually fading and disappearing.

Dorian drinking the potion now might seem a bit early, but for the Gate Path, it's really no big deal. The Gate Path often leaves a space empty, so the potion, though seemingly ingested, will actually just slowly seep out through the empty space and be absorbed by the body.

This experience of being able to empty a space within the body is also recorded in the Abraham family's inherited notes.

The noise filled the air.

Dorian's figure gradually came into view. Even a demigod would squint slightly involuntarily due to the intense light. The sun here was too scorching, as if there was a magnifying glass in the sky, drawing the sun's attention to this spot.

"Dorian?"

"You old geezer..."

Butis, who was chasing Klein like a mouse, immediately realized what was happening after seeing Dorian.

He had been a sorcerer for a longer time. Even though the Abraham family had monopolized the path for so long and the Tamara family had disappeared without a trace, preventing him from collecting the potion materials for advancing to Sequence 3, he was backed by the Aurora Society. He couldn't possibly be unaware of potion recipes and advancement rituals.

As Dorian expected, upon realizing that Dorian wanted to complete the advancement ceremony, excitement preceded fear. As an elite (who wouldn't be able to sell to the Abraham family if he wasn't an elite), he had been stuck at Sequence 4 for so many years and finally found hope for advancement.

"I knew the Abraham family would have the materials to advance to Sequence 3!"

"If you had provided it to me earlier, none of this would have happened!"

Before Dorian could speak, the Mystic Saint Butis defined the past.

In his eyes, the Abraham family was synonymous with conservatism, jealousy of talent, and old-fashioned ways.

No one is born wanting to be a traitor, to betray their teachers and elders. But didn't the Abrahamic family have their own purposes in training these apprentices? They didn't train them properly, they didn't fully trust them, they gave these talented but poor children a glimpse of the heavens, and then shut the door on them just as they were overjoyed and working hard towards it.

No one knew better than Butis that he had already digested the potion, yet his teachers were becoming increasingly wary of him. No matter how he performed, maintaining the image of a good student, Sequence 5 was the limit he could reach, even though he clearly possessed talent! The gate to demigodhood was right before his eyes, yet he could only endure... wait... feeling his body grow increasingly old.

He absolutely does not want to experience it a second time!

"Butis, it's time to settle our score."

Dorian's eyes held more complexity than hatred, for he too was trapped at Sequence 7 by the bloodline curse. Even just advancing to Sequence 7 brought him maddening pain every full moon. The mission to revitalize his family weighed heavily on his shoulders, bringing only nightmare-like agony.

However, in the past, his limits were already there.

It was an invisible shackle, and countless unwilling Abrahams tried to cross it, only to perish in the end.

"If you can kill me, you can get what you want."

Dorian produced a book of illusions and bluntly told Butis that if he killed Butis, Butis would obtain the Wanderer traits he desired.

"Although I don't know how you avoided the full moon's 'eating words,' I'm not surprised that the Abraham family has received some favor from fate after so much time has passed."

"I didn't give the Box of the Past to anyone. If you can kill me, you can take back everything that the Abraham family once gave me, Dorian... teacher."

The eyes of the "Sage of Mystery" were now shrouded in darkness, and a phantom book appeared in his hand. At this moment, Butis's madness as a Saint of the Aurora Society was also unleashed. After waiting for so many years, his only hope for advancement still lay with Abraham.

He couldn't run away, nor would he. If he missed this opportunity, Dorian might surpass him, and he wouldn't have any chance to rise to prominence afterward.

Klein was completely ignored. The sword of flesh and spirit, which was longer than an arm, was now aimed at another more suitable opponent. In Dorian's heart, the thought of corruption arose in the darkness. It was because of the past, when the conflict between the clansmen and the apprentices of different surnames was not properly resolved, which led to the tragic deaths of many members of the clan.

But Dorian quickly regained his senses. The blazing sun in the sky, with its sacred aura, had a suppressive effect on corruption. Dorian did not fight Butis; his figure disappeared, and he began to record the scenes in this informational context.

snort!

"As expected, they chose an environment tailored to me."

The "Mysterious Saint" quickly dispelled his Black Knight form. As a veteran saint, his ability to record things wasn't limited to the Mysterious Invocation path. Just as he was about to give chase, his spiritual intuition warned him that a bullet had struck the space he had just been in, and it wasn't an ordinary bullet.

"Don't get in my way."

"I came, I saw, I recorded."

Butis glanced at the Death Knell in Klein's hand. This weapon was indeed a threat to the fragile demigods of the Gui San family. One after another, icy spears appeared, and by the time Klein saw them, they were already in front of him.

Klein dared not be careless. It was too fast, almost in the blink of an eye. The hunger in his hand was writhing, and his body was like a living corpse. Not only was his resistance to ice enhanced, but his body also became as hard as steel.

"Light!"

However, Butis's voice rang out again, and a magnificent holy light that utilized the background environment engulfed Klein, while he himself had already dissipated, not wasting any time with Klein.

Boutis was once Abraham's most talented apprentice.