Chapter 219 - Silver Milestone of Destiny

"What are you doing? What exactly have you done to me?" the ferocious Soul of Demon roared madly inside Flinn’s body, bouncing around chaotically, seemingly trying to burrow its way out again.But Flinn had turned this place into a prison.

Stream after stream of black fog began to emerge from Flinn’s body.

That was the dark power he was expelling.

Flinn was using his own body as a forge, forcibly stripping the Abyssal power from Nord’s soul.

Without the Abyssal power, the Soul of Demon was no longer a Soul of Demon, but an ordinary Jackalwere’s soul.

"Stop it, just stop it, I’ll kill you, Flinn, I’ll kill you."

"You can’t do this, please, Flinn, we’re brothers, real brothers. Is the bond of our bloodline really no match for a human Priest? Let me go, just let me go, and I’ll do anything you want," he pleaded.

"I was wrong, I admit it, I admit everything. I shouldn’t have killed Teacher Bennett, I really didn’t mean to, I just accidentally pushed him. I never thought he’d be so fragile, that he would die. At that time, I truly didn’t mean to kill him, really, it wasn’t deliberate, I was just scared, scared that you’d come back and blame me, and then, I heeded the seduction of that demon Yenogu and made the wrong choice."

"It really wasn’t my fault, Flinn, I beg you, stop, I’ve already lost everything, I can’t lose this only power of mine."

"Flinn, you damned bastard, even if you strip away all my power, I will never admit my wrongs. You have no right to judge me, nor do the gods. I will retake my power, and you will never be able to kill me... I will haunt you for all eternity... you are me... I am you... I’ll be waiting for you in the darkness..."

Threats, entreaties, pleas, then back to menacing curses.

With his actions, Nord perfectly displayed the usual tactics of those demons and devils.

When he threatened, his ruthlessness shone through.

When he begged, he was emotional and stirring.

When he pleaded, he was self-reproaching and pitiable.

When he cursed, he was full of venom and resentment.

Many, especially those of close kinship, can’t withstand the first three steps, yielding to pity, thus leading to a failed exorcism and purification.

That didn’t include Flinn, who from beginning to end, adhered to his convictions, unmoved.

Until Nord’s voice grew weaker and weaker, until it vanished without a trace.

When he opened his eyes again, there was not a single trace of corruption, but on the contrary, his eyes became clearer, and his mind seemed more steadfast, his strength appeared to have increased.

The profession of a Martial Monk, whose strength is often closely linked to his mind.

For Flinn, Nord was akin to a personal trial on the path to transcendence, and with the purification’s end, he reached it.

He had completed the greatest of his life tasks, overcoming the biggest obstacle, and stepped directly into the Transcendent stage.

The above describes the mystical doctrine of Martial Monks.

In Gaven’s layman’s terms, by purifying Nord’s Soul of Demon, he gained a massive amount of experience, rising three Professional Levels all at once.

When Flinn opened his eyes, Gaven trembled involuntarily, quickly focusing on his own Consciousness Sea.

For the tremor there signaled to him that he had new gains.

Lines of silver text were appearing out of nowhere.

Milestone of Destiny: Black Reaper Terminator.

Black Reaper Terminator: Your emergence has caused chaos and reversal in destiny. The Jackalwere war band known as the Black Reapers, which would have plagued the Northern Lands for years and led to countless lives being devastated, was prematurely terminated by you, changing the destinies of numerous creatures.

Those whose destinies you’ve changed will naturally harbor goodwill towards you.

The destiny of the Martial Monk Flinn has been altered by you, elevating his goodwill towards you to respect.

You have acquired the Milestone of Destiny skill: Demon Hunter.

Another Milestone of Destiny.

Only this time it’s slightly different from the last.

Previously it was in bright golden text, now still hovering above the Soul of the Legendary Warrior.

This time it turned into silver text, floating right beneath the previous one.

Gaven couldn’t help but compare the two Milestones of Destiny.

No matter how much he mulled it over, he felt the gains from this time were not as significant as the last.

And the difference in the color of the text made Gaven involuntarily speculate that Milestones of Destiny might have levels of their own.

The more he pondered, the more reasonable this hypothesis seemed.

This Milestone of Destiny was clearly absorbing the Force of Destiny and manifesting it physically.

The more creatures whose destinies were changed and the greater the impact, the more Force of Destiny was collected, and the resulting Milestone of Destiny brought stronger associated abilities.

That is to say, if it were not for my intervention,

The future havoc wreaked by the Carrier Bug would be far greater than that caused by the Black Reaper.

Indeed, when they were defeated, the Carrier Bug was not at its peak. Its pinnacle would have been after absorbing the essence of the Dragon Oak Mother Tree.

At that point, not only would the Spring Bud Forest face disaster, but even the nearby Foul Giants and other territories of the Fairy Wilderness might be in grave danger.

Although the Black Reaper repeatedly resurrected like an indestructible cockroach, with the many powerful entities in Felen, their disturbances were relatively contained and quickly snuffed out, affecting fewer people and things than one might think, and not as profoundly.

Looking back, my recent smooth affairs in the Spring Bud Forest, including effortlessly overtaking Lord Virginia, the genius Pikespirit girl’s blossoming affections, the establishment of the Dragon Oak Dream Realm, and so on,

Are largely due to the continued benefits of the golden Milestone of Destiny.

Both Milestones of Destiny have presented themselves as a terminator.

This pointed Gaven in a direction—the sources of malaise from his previous life, especially those powerful beings. If he could eliminate them,

would he be able to achieve a new Milestone of Destiny?

In Felen, such beings were far from scarce.

Without even using his brain, Gaven could list a bunch of them, all models of evil, and ending them wouldn’t carry any psychological burden.

Like the shadow rulers of Amu, Thacel, and Karinshan, the Destroyer of the Shoon Dynasty, the Calamity of Shoon, Sharptooth, the ancient Blue Dragon Aiwikelasa Gran.

Father of Quesenta, Tiamat’s consort and the Chosen, The Deific Dragon, the ancient Red Dragon Chasasa.

Father of the Dragon Cult, creator of the Way of Scales, author of the Draconomicon, Samaster, who sought the Dragon Madness Lock.

If he could put an end to any of the above, Gaven dared to guarantee that what would be unlocked was definitely a golden Milestone of Destiny, maybe even higher.

But that was just a thought in his mind, or rather he didn’t dare to dwell on it too much, because the last two had transcended the realm of mortals. Thinking about them too much might draw their Perception; a simple sneeze or a snap of their fingers could obliterate his current self.

On the contrary, the first one, ancient Blue Dragon, was the easiest to deal with. Hmm, if he could assemble a small team, armed to the teeth with Legendary Equipment, with an average Professional Level of at least twenty-eight, they could attempt it, but no one would guarantee the outcome.

The aforementioned were not even dared to be contemplated.

Yet, there was one thing Gaven did dare to consider and was doing: if he could be ennobled by the Komeer Kingdom as the Rockland Duke,

he might very well unlock a Milestone of Destiny.

The Gnolls had stirred up such a storm without any response; they were probably waiting for a symbolic medium.

The title of Rockland Duke, never bestowed by Komeer, was likely it.

Of course, whether or not the title existed, Gaven would continue down this path. It just added a bit of expectation, a clearer goal, more motivation, and more drive.

Complete missions, receive rewards.

This routine, he was all too familiar with. Follow current novels on ɴovᴇl_Firᴇ.ɴet

Gaven gathered his scattered thoughts back together, ceasing to think of these possibilities and instead refocusing his attention on the current silver Milestone of Destiny.

The first item, Gaven ignored outright; the Black Reaper was typical for hit-and-run tactics, and in his past life, he had only heard of them without actually investigating. Who knew where they had caused calamity?

The general area was around the Northern Lands.

Although he planned to operate in the Northern Lands, his schedule was set further back, at least two to three years later.

Gaven categorized this directly into the passive benefits of the Northern Lands and looked forward to the chance of encountering such relevant sites in his future activities there.

The second item was the Martial Monk Flind before his eyes, a monk who had clearly stepped into Transcendence, one with a great fondness for him, absolutely bodyguard material, albeit from a shocking and rather unconventional race.

But then again, in this life, his path was unique, and there weren’t many normal people around him to begin with.

If he were among humans, he’d be part of an oddity show: many go their entire lives without seeing two or three of such individuals.

The third item was the most straightforward gain, and it wasn’t an active skill but a passive one.

Any attack he issued against Demon creatures would receive additional damage of 3D6 (3-18), especially against Jackalwere creatures of the Demon class, with the extra damage being maximized.

Correspondingly, Demon creatures would naturally harbor Hatred for him, and under equal circumstances, prioritize attacking him.

This passive skill was too niche; if it encompassed all Evil creatures or at the very least included Devils, its value would increase substantially.

But solely targeting Demons was too narrow.

However, it seemed he wouldn’t have few dealings with demons in the future,

especially since Abyssal Jackalweres were quite active in the Rocklands.

Last time, the Jackalweres that attacked the Fairy Wilderness had a Demon Priest follower of the Blood Lord among them,

while this time, they had become followers of Yenogu.

If Gaven faced them again, he would become a powerful killing machine, with eighteen points of additional damage capable of instantly killing most low-level foes.

Gaven didn’t immerse himself in his world for too long as there was a myriad of tasks awaiting him outside.

Seeing Gaven snap back to reality, the Martial Monk Flind respectfully saluted, "Thank you, Lord, for your assistance, fulfilling my years of vengeance. I’ll surely repay this debt, but for now, please allow me to take my leave."

Hey, hey!

This isn’t going according to the script.

The bodyguard who just warmed up to him, now wants to leave?

Gaven hurriedly asked, "Master Flind, where are you off to this time?"

The monk answered, "There are still hundreds of Abyssal Jackalweres at their camp. By now, they must have sensed Nord’s death and will be heading into disarray. I need to go there to clean them up."

"I see," Gaven exhaled in relief and said, "We definitely won’t stand by and let those vicious demons run amok. Let me gather the soldiers, and we’ll go together, strength in numbers."

"That works," Flind didn’t insist this time, knowing full well the truth of strength in numbers.

Alone, even if fast, how many Abyssal Jackalweres could he kill?

Not as effective as an army, especially with two Giant Dragons, aerial pursuit undisputedly had an advantage.

By the time Gaven and his forces would return, the local war had pretty much ended.

Nord’s dragon-slaying team, except for a few minor exceptions, had all been left behind.

This military action, though sudden, still managed to gather a hundred Erde, a hundred Pikespirit, plus Lord Virginia, Stelina, and three of Brolan of the Autumnbreeze.

As an attacking force, Pikespirit may not be strong, but as defense, particularly as an Air Force hindering the enemy’s escape, they were unparalleled.

The Entangle Spell ensnared a minimum diameter of twenty-four meters each; a hundred of them could cover two kilometers.