The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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This sword is an ancient relic belonging to the Heil nobility... [S-200. Moonscar Silver]. It was forged from a pale fragment of the moon that fell into reality, and only the king of the Abyss Familia is qualified to wield it.

There's no need to elaborate on the fate of being touched by the blade; even a fleeting glimpse of its chilling, piercing light will cause one's eyes a agonizing, tearing pain. $∽

At this moment, all Xitia could do was keep dodging and spinning in an attempt to avoid its fierce and surging attacks.

Almost any attempt to stop [S-200. Moonmark Silver] proved futile. Armor, solid rock, and even ritual implements were like thin sheets of paper before it, easily sliced ​​apart upon contact.

The secret technique [Mercury String] formed from the tassels of the Ethyia could not even stop him for a moment, and it was simply too impractical to recite the lengthy prayer of the first-class forbidden secret technique in front of an ancient apostle who was relentlessly pursuing him.

The only saving grace is that Hazmut was merely a living corpse.

His mobility is only about one-third of what it was at his peak, his offensive style is visibly mechanical and rigid, and he is unable to use any form of magic.

The former King Heil is now merely a puppet with the body of an apostle still intact.

Even so, Shitia was still at a disadvantage.

The monarch's sword, imbued with fragments of the crescent moon, was capable of severing almost all second-order lunar mystics, making it difficult for her to mount a sufficiently effective counterattack for the time being. Furthermore, the bone sanctuary constructed from the remains of the Abyss also suppressed her spiritual flow.

However, she did not ask Fran for help, but instead did her best to engage in a protracted battle with Hazmute, maintaining a mid-range harassment that was neither too close nor too far.

“Hey, Ms. Vivian, my first gift has been delivered… It seems Ms. Shitia didn’t dislike this touching reunion. As for the second gift, it’s specially prepared for you.”

"Oh?"

Fran raised an eyebrow slightly, seemingly intrigued.

"Please speak, I would like to hear the details."

This doctor never refuses gifts and surprises, regardless of the giver's intentions. Right now, she simply hoped that Melvis could bring her enough novelty.

“I will cut off your wings, strip off your feathers, and rip out your entrails, and I will give you a miserable and desperate ‘death’.”

"Are all the death threats you hear the same old thing?"

Fran raised his hand and gently touched his cheek, looking slightly disappointed.

However, she was indeed somewhat curious about the source of Melvis's confidence. As a highly senior high priest with extensive experience, the president of the Star Abyss Society should be well aware of the enormous gap between his rank and that of the Apostles.

Oh, of course, Fran is not a Raven Feather Apostle.

Seeing the nonchalant and indifferent expression on the person's face, Melvis's expression turned slightly fierce.

If it weren't for her repeated interference, how could I have found myself in this dilemma of whether or not to activate the remains of the Abyss Well at this juncture? The remains are not yet perfect; not only is their form and structure unstable, but they also face a huge risk of collapsing due to the black worm staining.

But now this guy is so arrogant that he's practically handing Xitia over to his doorstep. Hey, maybe things can still be salvaged.

“If this were anywhere else in Mordway, I would never have thought I could stand up to an Apostle. After all, you have shed your mortal bodies and entered the unfathomable realm of transcendence.”

A deep, dark spirituality surrounded him, rippling out like waves.

"But this is the Star Abyss Academy, the Abyss Well and the Palace of Bones, within the chest of something truly great!"

"Not to mention you, even if the chief hunter of the Funeral Court were here, he would not be able to stop me. The Lost Age has been gone from history for far too long, so long that everyone has forgotten... the Apostle is not the pinnacle of the Hidden Ranks."

At this moment, Melvis spoke quickly and intensely.

And before he knew it, a colossal creature composed of coral bone stone, shield-shaped tentacles, and silver mineral sand had enveloped his body. When he used this secret technique in the outside world, he not only needed to chant prayers for a long time, but also experienced extremely obvious limitations in movement and range.

But now, the president of the association can summon the phantom of the Abyss Well with just a wave of his hand, and it is almost solidified.

Tentacles curled, night mist gathered, and spiritual essence dissipated and surged. It was like a warm sea breeze carrying the scent of salt, or the ceaseless ebb and flow of tides under a pale, waning moon.

"Using real Abyss corpses to amplify the mimicry of the secret technique 'Abyss Corpse Palace'...that's certainly clever."

Fran calmly observed the arcane technique Melvis was using and then made his assessment.

No wonder Melvis has such confidence.

With the ancient remains of an ancient god as his backing, even if he only steals a tiny bit of power from it like a maggot, it is enough to contend with or even suppress ordinary apostles.

Even if that guy Yaheng really came, he'd probably have to pay a heavy price to take this head. He might end up badly injured like he did in Loretown.

"If I could, I would never want to participate in purely physical labor like 'frontal combat'."4

"But reality is always contrary to expectations."

Her amber-colored eyes flickered slightly, then she pursed her lips and let out a sigh. (Liu)

What state was this doctor in after that secret self-inflicted wound before the Great Plague of Norrington? Was she crippled, decayed, fallen... or had she recovered? A physician apprentice who knew her body best had passed away, and perhaps only she herself knew the truth.

What is known at present is that Fran still holds the position he held before his self-split.

Its existence remains unique to me, its name remains hidden in secret history, and its spirit will never fade. However, without the use of special means, Fran's body does not possess the qualities and spirituality of the sixth tier.

The reason why he gives people the impression of an apostle is more due to his charm, demeanor, aura, and the "mist in the door" that is enough to separate him from the material world.

Of course, she is not incapable of regaining remnants of her former self.

However, before considering methods that might come at a cost, this guy prefers to use conventional methods first.

"Hmm...sometimes a little exercise is good."

"I've been feeling particularly tired lately. Maybe I've been slacking off for too long and am in poor health? My annual physical exam results are always good."

As he spoke, the steel tailbone of the Sphinx, fused with his spine, detached itself segment by segment from Fran's back, slowly emerging from beneath his thin robe, revealing its majestic and ferocious appearance, like that of a mythical creature.

At that moment, she also gripped the sacrificial sword that Sigrid had transformed into, and faced the illusory image of the Abyss head-on.

Fran's figure was nimble and ethereal, her thin silk gauze fluttering in the wind, like a dark gray phantom, untouchable.

"Faced with the Abyss Spirit Essence, which is powerful enough to corrupt an Apostle, it did not retreat at all, but instead chose to approach? And this unsettling steel appendage... Is it a shell species? But that thing is older than the entire Lost Age."

Despite his extremely arrogant demeanor and words, Melvis never forgot the rules of the struggle in the hidden world.

Be thoughtful, considerate, and meticulous; maintain a rigorous and unwavering approach, without the slightest slackening.

The enormous body of [Yuki-i Muku] began to writhe violently, its shield-like tentacles growing into pillar-like forms before crashing down on Fran's location.

"Peng!"

With a sudden, deafening roar, distorted shockwaves spread out in layers, causing the entire inner sanctuary to tremble with the explosion.

The bone stone and the base bricks shattered instantly, turning into smoke and dust that rose into the air before slowly settling down after several breaths.

When they met again, Fran was standing firmly on the curled tentacle, which resembled a pillar, untouched in the slightest. Even the hem of her robe remained spotless, as clean as ever.

"It's merely a pseudo-object constructed through mimicry, yet its spirit and aura contain enough power to suppress the true 'divinity' of the sixth tier. Having glimpsed this level of power, it's no wonder that the ancestors of the Listening Tide people betrayed the White Cup..."

"After all, what the White Cup ancestors sought was the 'pure externality' that had suffered a painful destruction and was now elusive. Compared to that, the great corpse of a departed celestial being was far too tempting. After all, He was close at hand and truly existed."

At this moment, a dense abyssal spiritual essence was quietly spreading within the sanctuary, like a dark haze covering everything. Both organic and inorganic matter were quickly covered with a layer of pale bone-like substance under its influence, and surrounded by barnacles and reefs, they were completely transformed into a statue.

However, Fran had already experienced the unique corrosive properties of Abyssal Essence at Oak Shadow Nest, so he was naturally prepared to encounter the same secret technique again.

With a crisp snap of her fingers, the clear, luminous light of [Dispelling Dust and Impurities] enveloped her completely.

At the same time, the columnar tentacles beneath her feet began to twitch irregularly, and the rough surface covered with colorless mucus cracked and broke open, from which dozens of hissing Heil skeletons emerged.

They waved their arms unconsciously, driven by some kind of longing and envy for living beings, seemingly only wanting to grab the doctor's ankles and pull her into the writhing mass of corpses.

Before that, Fran had already leaped up again, quickly stepping along the massive tentacles that were constantly cracking.

"The abyss phantom's agility and reaction speed are both unusually slow. In this light, its controllability is questionable... After all, it is a forbidden ritual that uses a mortal body to control a divine body, so it is inevitable that it will have flaws."

The wind whispered past her ear, lifting a strand of her pale, frosty hair.

Ordinary creatures can only drive their bodies with the most primitive instincts, but Fran's mastery over his own body has approached impeccable "perfection".

She knows the limits of her physical endurance and can move in ways that are unimaginable to humans, and every command originating from her mind maintains the ultimate efficiency of the optimal solution.

“Vivian, you may flee in your wretched state with peace of mind, and continue your meaningless struggle... Within this sanctuary, my spirit will never run dry. And the phantom of the Abyss will continue to expand until there is no place left for it to stand.”

Melvis repeatedly summoned living beings and slammed down tentacles at Fran, who was darting around him, but none of it could truly affect her. He couldn't even manage the slightest brush against her.

However, she did not seem to possess a powerful secret technique capable of shaking the [Yuanjing Skeleton Palace], so she only managed to harass from the sidelines throughout.

It's impossible to touch, like a fly, it's disgusting...

Melvis clicked his tongue slightly, sounding somewhat annoyed.

Perhaps I could skip her and quickly deal with Sydia along with the Hazmute remnant? Although the two Hyyir are still locked in a stalemate, Sydia's disadvantage is obvious to the naked eye; the two sides are merely maintaining a fragile balance that could be broken at any moment.

The thought of being able to bring back the only nobleman who had been deemed irretrievably lost filled him with barely suppressed excitement.

In that instant of distraction, Fran drew the pseudo-sun sword that Sigrid had molded, and then held it between his lips.

“嚓-腫』转⊥、:0⊥隣《＊」|6№｜‰yi∈柶钐」熘”

With the infusion of massive amounts of spiritual energy, the [Blazing Cone] burst into a dazzling, almost white-hot light.

The originally stable ceremonial sword form of the [False Sun] suddenly became visibly unstable, with the blade melting and the sword body disintegrating, accompanied by intense alchemical activation.

Scalding hot, like a solar flare under a swirling, fiery wind.

The blindingly hot blade landed on the illusory image of the abyss, tearing a huge, ferocious rift in the terrifying colossal statue made of bone and stone in an instant.

"Relics of the Sun Forging, forbidden secret techniques, lost weapons? No, such astonishing popularity is probably due to that supreme and unique light."

"The most precious treasures of the Attilian artisans are now in your hands..."

With just a glance in the direction from which the [pseudo-sun] was slashing, Melvis's eyes were temporarily blinded by the blinding flash of light. A network of crimson blood vessels spread across the whites of his eyes, and thick, bloody tears streamed down his face.

Even so, he was not fatally wounded.

Sigrid is a fragment of the primordial sun, one in a billion, while the [Abyss Palace] is a complete corpse of the God of War.

Even though this physical body has been broken and decayed over several eras, it is still a great remnant of the ancient gods, containing the hidden principles that constitute the skin of the entire world.

Even the oldest apostle had only just begun to grasp the basics of this power.

"It's hard to believe that you even visited the Sun-Casting Hall of Ahan Tower."

“Vivian, if you were in a lost age, your name would probably be recorded in epic texts... But even the most dazzling crimson aurora at midday is not enough to take my life.”

"Your only fate is death, what a pity."

Although Melvis has gone blind and suffered almost irreversible organ damage, each of the shield-shaped tentacles of the Abyss Phantom is covered with light-sensitive "eyes." Therefore, his perception of the outside world has not been greatly affected.

"Honorable Master Melvis, I never intended to end your life with just this one sword."

Fran pursed her lips and blew away the fading, intense aura emanating from Sigrid's sword. The strike she had just unleashed was an overload for the craftswoman, and she needed some time to cool down.

"The reason for doing this is simply to create a 'gap' in the [Fukui Muku].

At this point, a subtle, enigmatic smile appeared in her amber eyes.

The reason Fran spent so much time harassing Melvis without launching any real attacks was simply to place the invisible spiritual tentacles of the Crown Thief around him.

Only when the flawless image of this ancient god reveals its flaws and cracks will the theft of the crown of necromancy have an opening.

"Dong dong."

A strong, powerful throbbing sound.

"Dong dong."

It gradually weakens.

"Boom, boom..."

Sinking into a state of utter weakness, as if losing all strength.

With a warm smile that seemed to have never changed, Fran opened his white palm covered with black stitches, revealing what lay within.

It was a large, healthy, full, and spiritually vibrant heart. Even without the supply of blood and oxygen, it still struggled to keep beating, as if unwilling to simply stop there.

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Chapter 192 The Feast of the Immortals

"That is……"

Looking at the heart in Fran's hand, which was gradually weakening and collapsing, Melvis opened his eyes blankly, his expression suddenly freezing.

"my heart?"

After saying that, he looked down at his chest.

The Star Abyss Society's standard suits and robes remained intact, and there was no damage or pain on their skin.

However, he could no longer feel the throbbing and undulation of the contents of his chest, and at the same time, an indescribable chill was spreading rapidly and silently.

The fault lies in weakness, powerlessness, and obstruction.