The Amber Sword - v3c239

As Brendel and Ciel got closer to the stone coffin, a slight chill emanated from it. The cold reminded Brendel of his experience in Alkash Mountain Ranges. It was a cold unlike any other, with a blade-like aura that sent a chill down anyone’s spine and goosebumps up their skin.


“ What is this?” Brendel said in shock as he quickly perceived an evil entity entering his mind.


“Mortal! Submit to me!”


A majestic voice boomed, crushing his heart down with the might like that of the thunderous skies. Not good! It’s mind control! Brendel’s heart ringed in panic. Debilitating Type Spells like this was a high-level Soul Magic, using the effect of wiping off the enemies’ soul to enslave a being that had self-consciousness. It severely opposed Nature’s way, and was then banned from usage and research by the Wizard’s Article 700 years ago. Even now, only a few Demonic Cultists and extreme Necromancers would experiment in secret. And never did Brendel expect that, within the coffin, there would lie someone so dangerous.


Even if it was 1000 years ago, the deceased Demonic Cultists and Necromancers would not even dare build a tomb for themselves. After all, they would rather spend their time to obtain immortality instead! Thus, their gruesome experiments have led most of them in the past century to have an undying death.


After all, they were not the type to believe in reincarnation.


“Despair! Tremble! Weep for your sins and accept heavenly punishment!” The rumbling noise continued.


Brendel had calmed down. The suppression on his mind had taken the form of a giant. He raised his head to see the giant standing on a boundless plain the colour of obsidian. As the giant pressed down on him, the skies turned as the palm obscured everything within his sight.




Brendel roared. Despite knowing that it was merely an illusion, he could not help but have cold sweat. It felt so real that he could not even catch his own breath.


In theory, Debilitating Spells targeted the mind. As long as his will was strong enough, the castor could not do anything against him. He had such experiences in the game, albeit without any successes. Warriors’ did not have a strong will, so nearly every time they faced such situations, they would immediately blackout and succumb to the mind control only to wake up on the Revival Altar.


These sort of useless information did no help as in this world, there was no such thing as revival.


Brendel braced himself for the heavenly punch, hoping in his heart that he could overcome the calamity peacefully. 


Am I going to die now?


Just as he thought about that, the humongous palm began to press down on his head, about to inflict damage to his soul and mind.


As he had no countermeasures for such a situation, add on to that the weak tolerance of Warriors against Debilitating Spells, never did he expect to find the palm not touching even a single hair on his head. It was as if the palm hit an invisible barrier just above his head and broke apart with a thud.


The personally saw the hand colliding with an invisible “something”, and cracks formed on it before it fell to pieces.


“That’s impossible!” The thunderous voice quelled. 


As the giant’s palm crumbled, a remains evaporated as smoke. It was as if the horrible incident was just smoothed over like the wind over the water surface, only to cause ripples and nothing more.


“This? This…”


Brendel was in awe. He never expected the monster from the coffin, whom he thought to be overpowered, could not manage to break his mental defense. 


Was there some sort of problem?


It did not make sense to him that such a high leveled Necromancer could not manage to bypass his mental defense, it was ranked as the weakest after all! The attack felt so weak that, it did not only fail to destroy his mental barrier, but he did not even notice the effects after all.


The feeling was comparable to when you are facing a boss and was bracing for a severe attack to befall you when your opponent turned into a harmless rabbit. The difference was indeed that vast!


Brendel had many questions when a shriek was heard from the center of the pitch dark world, “That’s impossible! You can’t be human! How can a human have such a strong Will! What are you!” The loud voice rasped like a paranoid old lady. 




Brendel reacted -- Willpower? “Haha!” He held back the urge to laugh. He just remembered that his Will stat has raised a thousandth folds after injecting Andersha’s blood within himself. With that, it seemed that the Debilitating Spell shown just now was just a child’s play.


If Andersha was here, Brendel would definitely kiss her for her help! But nevertheless, he was slightly scared. He had been a Warrior for as long as he could remember, so he never thought about his gift, and was almost fearful of his death.


Then, he began to laugh wickedly and raised his head to look at the dark clouds. 


I really want to make you be worth several hundred Willpower points...To make you immune to any spells below Tenth Circle Levels… Fufufu… Even a fully equipped Platinum Ranked Mage won’t necessarily have that high Willpower.


At the moment, he noticed that the monster from the coffin did not retreat from the mental realm. He gritted his teeth and shot a spike of Willpower at it.


“Ah!” A pained cry resounded from the skies above.


Supposedly, Brendel who never had training should never be able to accomplish such a feat. In truth, this world belonged to him, and everything within it was under his behest. It could be seen as more of a defense method rather than attack: When invading someone’s imaginary plane, the invader must have more Willpower than the victim. Funnily, the monster did not expect Brendel to have such high levels of willpower and was left stunned and unable to react to his counterattack.


“AHHHH!” The monster screamed in agony as he fled from the realm. The endless darkness dissipated and Brendel woke up from the world. He was soaked to the toe in his own cold sweat when some big sister voice rang by his ear, “Earth to Brendel. Are you okay?”


It was Orthlyss. The two of them were connected and was the first one to detect the abnormality in him. But just as she opened her mouth, Brendel had woke up. The battle in the mental realm was just an instant in reality.


“There was a monster in the coffin. I was nearly killed by it.”


“Was it a Debilitating Spell?” Orthlyss was quick to react was questioned sternly.




“Are you fine?” 


“Nothing much.” Brendel felt tired. The mental consumption was great, but still, he shook his head to indicate that he was fine. He was sure that the monster in the coffin must have suffered worse. His Willpower was more than 100 points, at level 30 to 40, an attack at this level could be comparable to a nuclear strike. Even if he did not finish the monster off with his last attack, he was sure its life is hanging on a thread.


“Hmm, That’s true. He was truly unfortunate to have met you after being remodeled with the Blood of God.” The knight began to laugh. 


Brendel gave a bitter laugh as well. But Orthylss was correct nevertheless. He cannot be considered human anymore. With the Elite Template as well as the Blood of God, he cannot be considered a citizen of Aouine anymore.


“Ciel. You fine?” He looked back at his Scholar servant, who was within range of the Debilitating Spell just now. While Brendel himself had many points in his Willpower, Ciel did not, so he was surprised to see him unscathed.


“Are you fine?”


“My Lord, Are you okay?” Ciel copied. He seemed rather shocked.


“Ah…” The servant blinked before reacting, “Debilitating Spells have no effect on me. After all, I’m just a summon. I am worried about you, My Lord, on the other hand… Cough… My Lord, you truly are unexpected, to be able to counter such an attack flawlessly. Truly magnificent!


Brendel sighed in relief. In theory, it would be hard for a gold class warrior to escape the Debilitating Spell of a mage of the same rank. However, the monster was truly unlucky to have faced Ciel and Brendel. One who had an amazingly high Willpower, and the other is totally immune to such attacks.


If the coffin monster was a BOSS, it would be one of the unluckiest BOSS ever. At that moment, Brendel opened the coffin.