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Chapter 20 The Key to Breaking the Stalemate

The River Styx runs through the lower planes.

Connecting the Abyss, the Astral Plane, and Hell, it is a crucial battlefield in the Blood War.

According to legend, only oaths made in the name of the gods have true binding force.

But all intelligent beings know that one should never make an oath to Him lightly.

Kane wasn't worried that Ange didn't know this.

The doctrines of the Demon Cult already contained information about the River Styx.

After listening, Anjie remained silent for a moment.

A flicker of struggle crossed her face, then she whispered:

"I don't know why you wanted to run away, but that's none of my business."

"If you swear that you will protect me and my child in the abyss in the future, I will agree to your request."

Kane gazed at her expression and slowly made his vow.

But he deliberately added a premise to the oath:

He had to "personally step into the abyss".

Anjie didn't catch the hidden meaning in his words and nodded in agreement.

Kane breathed a sigh of relief, finally able to leave.

He looked at Ange and saw that she had taken out a bottle of potion and was pouring it onto the face of the Quassa demon.

Under the influence of the medicine.

As flesh began to grow from Quassamo's wounds, his expression softened.

Kane turned to look at the dense forest beside him, where the commotion had gradually subsided.

He was about to take a step when he suddenly frowned.

The silent assassin emerged from the forest, a dagger pressed against Shar's back.

With her hands bound and a look of remorse on her face, she called out to Kane:

"Don't worry about me, let's go!"

The Silent Killer remained silent, his gaze sweeping over Ange and Kane by the stream.

His pupils contracted slightly, and he immediately looked away.

Just then, footsteps could be heard from not far away.

A group of Drow descendants appeared, and the person sitting on the giant spider at the head of the group was the mentor.

He still wore a gentle smile, his gaze shifting between Kane and Ange.

Their clothes were soaked, but there were few signs of a fight.

"What's wrong?"

The mentor asked Anjie.

Anjie looked conflicted:

"Mentor, I..."

The mentor raised his hand with a smile, interrupting her:

"You've been struck by a spell. Now, clear your mind, take a deep breath, close your eyes, and calm down."

Anjie closed her eyes as instructed.

A moment later she opened her eyes, her gaze now filled with hatred:

"Kane, you lied to me."

Kane sighed inwardly.

This is precisely the side effect of "friendship skills":

When the spell ends, the victim will realize that they have been emotionally affected by magic, which will cause them to become hostile.

He used magic at the time in order to escape the scene quickly.

But he calmly countered with:

Even so, did I lie to you?

Anjie was startled, and closed her eyes with a complicated expression.

She then retreated behind the giant spider and stopped looking at him.

Kane ignored her, turned to his mentor, and smiled with his hands shrugged:

"The cat-and-mouse game is over, mentor. You've won."

He quickly assessed the situation:

A team of Drow descendants, mainly composed of professionals.

With the addition of the mentor and Ange, two spellcasters, and Shar being captured.

Even if they rescued her, she was too exhausted to break through the encirclement.

Without a doubt, it is a dead end.

The mentor's expression remained unchanged, but a hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes.

Kane's seemingly casual attitude is more in line with his definition of a powerful soul.

"Come back, Kane."

The mentor said gently.

"What would happen if I came back?" Kane asked.

"We will take you to see the Patriarch to continue the Stigmata ritual."

"Everything will remain the same; you will eventually become 'His' vessel."

"Aurath?" Kane chuckled.

"Kane, no!"

Shar shouted urgently:

"The Patriarch will use magic to bewitch your mind and twist your will!"

Kane looked at his mentor, who silently acknowledged it.

An unusual expression flashed across Anjie's face, but she remained silent.

After a moment's thought, Kane looked up and smiled:

"Professor, may I make one last request?"

"explain."

The mentor smiled.

"Let Shar go, and give her water and dry food."

"Promise to stop hunting her down and let her return to Nord."

Several Zhuo Er sneered, and An Jie also looked puzzled.

To them, this demand was nothing more than a death throes.

But Kane only gazed at his mentor; the real decision was in his hands.

"no."

The supervisor calmly declined.

"To quell the drow's anger, Shar must be handed over to them."

"Yeah?"

Kane smiled.

The next second, he drew his dagger—

A flash of cold light, and a bloody gash appeared on the side of her neck.

The entire stadium was stunned. Shaq was speechless, but Kane remained calm.

The professor frowned.

He stared at Kane, who had a dagger to his throat and was bleeding slowly, and his expression turned serious.

Kane smiled, knowing full well how much the sect valued him.

Without knowing that he possessed immortality, no one would want to see him commit suicide.

Even if we need to strengthen control over him, we will definitely save his life.

"Give up, Kane. A smart man like you wouldn't seek death."

"That's what the mentor said."

"Yeah?"

Kane chuckled and put down the dagger.

Just as the mentor's expression relaxed slightly...

He swung his hand back, the blade slicing across his wrist, and blood gushed out immediately.

"Kane, no!"

Shar exclaimed.

"Blood loss in the wrist artery will cause dizziness in five minutes, shock in ten minutes, and death in fifteen minutes."

Kane smiled calmly.

"Would you like to see this happen, dear mentor?"

"stop!"

The instructor's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Let her go."

Kane persisted.

It's impossible for the two of them to escape together, so at least let Shar leave.

He needs someone to clear his name.

The mentor frowned and remained silent, while Shar opened her eyes wide in disbelief.

Time passed, and the atmosphere grew heavy.

Finally, the mentor sighed:

"Can."

"I make you swear an oath in the name of the Styx, the Abyss, and Aurath."

Kane then continued.

After a moment of silence, the mentor finally made the oath as requested.

Kane breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this.

Discontented whispers rose from the crowd, but fell silent after Anjie gave them a cold glance.

Shar was freed from her restraints, and the Silent Killers handed her weapons and dry rations.

She staggered to Kane and asked in a low, painful voice:

Why?

"Because I won't die, and I'm confident I can escape."

Kane thought to himself, but didn't say it aloud; he simply smiled and replied:

"Don't worry, I will definitely go to Nord to find you."

"real?"

Shar stared intently into his eyes.

"Really, I'm still waiting for you to introduce me to the most beautiful girl."

Shar closed her eyes to hold back her tears, but when she opened them again, her gaze had become firm:

"I understand. When we get to Nord, I'll send someone to rescue you."

"Let's go quickly."

She gripped her bag tightly and resolutely left along the planned route without looking back.

Kane breathed a sigh of relief.

He was afraid that Shar would hesitate and waste the opportunity he had created.

He immediately pressed his hand against the wound, and the bleeding gradually slowed down.

The mentor's expression softened slightly, and the Silent Killer quickly stepped forward to bandage him.

Kane let the other person do as they pleased, but his gaze was scrutinizing Ange.

The hostility in her eyes had not subsided.

This is normal.

Anyone who finds themselves emotionally affected by magic will find it difficult to remain friendly.

Even a low-level trick like "making friends".

"but,"

Kane grinned at Ange, revealing his white teeth:

"I look forward to your guidance from now on."

Anjie ignored him.

Kane's hands were bound by the Silent Killers.

The team continued its journey.

Kane followed the group, secretly plotting his escape.

If he hadn't known that Shar was "The Lamplighter," he could have escaped as planned.

But it's not too late now; he still has several options.

The biggest hidden danger at present is preventing mind-control spells.

Such spells are abundant in the game:

The art of friendship, the art of seduction, the art of suggestion, the art of dominating humanity...

Most of these treatments are short-lived and difficult to enforce against the will of the recipient.

"If you want to control my mind in the long term, you must... cast spells every day."

"Or... modify a portion of your memories."

he thought to himself.

The mentor's mental manipulation is nothing to fear; he is merely a second-tier sorcerer.

What is truly worrying is the patriarch whom we have never met.

"Modify memories..."

Kane pondered this most likely possibility, his gaze subtly sweeping over Ange.

The key to breaking the deadlock probably still lies with her.