Chapter 255 - The Second Form of the Spirit Crystal Servant

The most intimidating were Thornspike and the giant war axe just confiscated from Prince Elton; each strike would chop off a heap of fragments.Though the wound would quickly be repaired by the black mist made up of deformed souls, at least it inflicted harm on Prince Elton, consuming the power of the deformed souls.

The number of these deformed souls was not infinite.

After healing his body and bringing forth his three heads and six arms, most of them had already been consumed.

As for Susie and Zack, their most intimidating means of attack had already been exhausted. They were ordered by Gaven to retreat far away, unable to partake in the upcoming battle.

Even Gaven had backed off from afar. Once his psychic bullets were restricted, he felt somewhat out of place in this battle.

The only hope one could place was on the Keen Edge Longspear when stabbed into Prince Elton; it did have some effect, albeit minimal, at most penetrating half its head into nothing but stone.

It felt like facing the Twilight Guardians, truly difficult to see if it had any effect at all.

All three of Prince Elton’s heads opened their Evil Eyes at the same time, the terrifying malice emanating from them could be felt vividly even tens of meters away.

The Young Red Copper Dragon and the Red Dragon couldn’t help but utter a frightened roar, flapping their wings to ascend quickly, escaping as fast as possible from the range of the Evil Eye Curse.

In just that moment, their bodies had already shown severe incoordination, with one wing becoming larger and the other smaller, flying awkwardly skewed.

Prince Elton had not only simply become a being with three heads and six arms; his own Evil Eye Curse ability had been significantly enhanced.

Both Thornspike and the Twilight Guardians were affected to varying degrees, the symptoms relatively mild, but they could not retreat.

If they retreated, it would mean complete collapse.

The enhanced Evil Eye Curse was just the beginning of Prince Elton’s counterattack. His body spun like a top, unleashing a storm-like barrage of attacks with his six arms of varying lengths.

Each punch was heavy and powerful.

Each punch was unrestrained.

Striking Thornspike and the Twilight Guardians, it resounded like a hammer on an anvil, sending wood and stone flying in all directions.

In this battle, there was no sight of flesh and blood strewn about; what was there was just the sensation of assembled constructs brawling with each other.

But it was equally heart-stopping; every hit made one’s teeth sour, involuntarily thinking if such attacks landed on oneself, it would probably send one flying with a single punch.

"Enter rooting state, the rooting state, don’t let him spin," Gaven shouted from the side.

There was no need for him to say it; Thornspike was already doing so, after all, its battle consciousness was inherited from him.

Countless roots emerged once again, attempting to rebind Prince Elton.

But Prince Elton, already in a high-speed rotating state, driven by a terrifying force and momentum, made this task extremely difficult.

A few roots combined simply couldn’t withstand his tearing force.

Thornspike bent its body, abruptly laying its thick main stem flat, then sweeping across in the direction of Prince Elton’s spinning approach.

Prince Elton had no fear, charging against the sweeping main stem.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Prince Elton, spinning like a top, each punch as heavy as before.

In the blink of an eye, Thornspike’s main stem had endured nearly ten punches, the thick main stem crackling under the relentless strikes, almost giving the illusion it was being smashed apart.

By the sixth punch, Thornspike’s sweep had been forcefully stopped.

Starting with the seventh punch, with each blow, the main stem was pushed back a bit further.

The Twilight Guardian burst out from the other side of the main stem, landing on all fours, bracing itself firmly against the spot being battered.

Together, they managed to slow down Prince Elton’s speed, allowing countless roots to take the opportunity to wrap around him, restraining him anew in place. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ɴoᴠel Fɪre.nᴇt

The situation once again became a contest of blow for blow.

The brawl was mainly between Prince Elton and Thornspike, with the Twilight Guardians assisting from the side, making surprise attacks.

Even with Rooted Regeneration continuously providing Thornspike with life force, the situation was still very grim.

The stone and soil Thornspike axed from Prince Elton’s body was clearly much less than the wood shavings hammered off from its own by Prince Elton.

Now all Thornspike could do was to buy time, another minute if possible.

Gaven and his companions were not just sitting there waiting; they had targeted the near-collapse deformed Dark Altar.

On Lord Virginia’s front, the war within the Dragon Oak Dream Realm was clearly in absolute advantage.

The ground was littered with smashed Foul Giant stone corpses, and even the twisted Corruption tendrils on the roots had become very sparse.

Because those deformed souls had already been overwhelmed by the army of the Fae Race, naturally there was no chance for them to transform into Corruption tendrils and flaunt themselves here.

Gaven threw Dragon Tremor Bombs at the Dark Altar as if they cost nothing.

At least ten Dragon Tremor Bombs were dropped on the three altars.

With the value of thirty thousand Gold Coins, the bombs’ effect was splendid indeed.

As they detonated with thunderous roars, the bones on the Dark Altar were blasted high into the sky, leaving the residue of flesh and blood sizzling from acid corrosion.

Roar!

When all three Dark Altars were blown sky high,

Dragon Oak Mother Tree roots, corrupted by the Power of Corruption and black as ink with traces of blood vessels, began to emit wisps of green light.

What started as mere dots of light gradually turned into fine lines.

Finally, like daylight tearing through dark clouds, the overhead blackness was completely shredded.

Then, a dragon’s roar that shook everyone’s soul echoed from nowhere.

Gaven clearly felt the earth under his feet trembling madly, as if some enormous being was awakening from its slumber.

No, wrong.

It wasn’t just the earth trembling, but his own soul as well.

The Dragon Oak Mother Tree’s phantom seemed to be radiating green light, expressing to him the joy of being reborn and freed.

Countless dazzling green lights surged out from the roots of the Dragon Oak Mother Tree, pouring into Gaven and everyone else in the Dark Cavern—except for the Foul Giants and Cyclops.

Especially for Gaven, Thornspike, and the Twilight Guardian, the light was most intense.

Hou!

Unable to restrain himself, Gaven let out a roar like a dragon’s cry. The itch at the part of his shoulder blade, where he once had intimate contact with Shanoba, returned, much more intense than the last time.

He could distinctly feel something slowly growing out from within.

Not just him, even his combat armor seemed to be undergoing changes.

The originally silverish combat armor now displayed green veins, twisting into mysterious and elegant Fae runes. Many areas had the distinctive cutout design of the Fae race, and it was gradually becoming lighter.

The shoulder blade area, where something was growing, even cracked open on its own.

The Spirit Crystal Servant Artolia even squeezed herself out of the Howard Convenient Bag on her own, her form extremely unstable, constantly contorting and transforming.

A notification rang in Gaven’s mind, "Spirit Crystal Servant has obtained its Second Form, please choose."

Unlike the previous spontaneous creation, the second form of the Spirit Crystal Servant seemed to have fixed templates.

Ranked first in Gaven’s consciousness sea was the silhouette of a Crystal Wand.

Second was a Crystal Longsword.

Third, shockingly, was a PfeiferZeliska Revolving Hand Cannon.

This was entirely beyond Gaven’s knowledge. In his inherited psychic knowledge, he only knew that Spirit Crystal Servants had a second and even a third personality, but he had never heard about a second form.

On the other hand, the knowledge passed down through the Magic Network was only the most basic. Some unique inheritances were not included in it.

Perhaps he had inadvertently triggered such an inheritance.

Ever since he discovered the veil leading to the Fairy Wilderness, his destiny had taken a significant turn. He had gained many benefits that would have seemed inconceivable in his previous life, and this was just an additional perk.

Gaven focused his attention on making a choice, and a brief introduction immediately appeared in his mind.

The three templates shared one unified description, that of a Psychic Amplifier. As the name implies, the Special Abilities exhibited through it would become more powerful.

However, each choice represented a different direction.

The Crystal Wand signified a moderate increase in the power of all ranged psychic abilities.

The Crystal Longsword represented a moderate enhancement of close-combat psychic abilities.

The PfeiferZeliska Revolving Hand Cannon represented a significant boost to a chosen Special Ability.

At the first glimpse of the PfeiferZeliska Revolving Hand Cannon, Gaven knew that the so-called chosen Special Ability would undoubtedly be the Psychic Bullet, as the option was clearly presented for this purpose.

The PfeiferZeliska Revolving Hand Cannon is renowned as the most powerful handgun, with three superlatives: largest size, largest caliber, and most expensive price.

But because it was not mass-produced, its fame fell short of the M500 revolver and even more so, the Desert Eagle.

Gaven had only read about it in articles before. He had never come into contact with the real thing.

However, judging by the size of the gun and bullets, the PfeiferZeliska Revolving Hand Cannon was likely as formidable as rumored—the caliber was indeed king.

After reviewing the introductions, Gaven made his choice without any hesitation—the PfeiferZeliska Revolving Hand Cannon.

The reason for choosing this wasn’t something as frivolous as "guns are the true romance of men."

It was for the sake of specialization.

Psychic Bullet was his most frequently used Psychic Ability, bar none.

Its power was unquestionable.

Beyond the destructive force, its greatest strength lay in its control capabilities.

On the rapidly changing battlefield, not to mention the stupor lasting several seconds, even a momentary distraction could be fatal.

Many opponents who would have been impossible for Gaven to defeat were vanquished or captured due to the delay and control of the Psychic Bullet.

But in high-end battles, the Psychic Bullet was increasingly showing its limits, especially against those above Transcendents.

Moreover, the path of the Arcane Adept he was to take precluded the possibility of rapidly accumulating levels in the Psychic Sorcerer profession in a short period.

He also had to work on becoming a third-level Mage in order to figure out a way to unlock the Arcane Adept, which could simultaneously boost the levels of both Psychic Sorcerer and Mage professions.

If there was a way to enhance Psychic Bullets, of course, it couldn’t be better.

Compared to the first two choices, this one was a bit short-sighted.

But his recent experiences had taught Gaven a lesson; many things change in an instant.

One should not only look to the distant future. Sometimes, focusing appropriately on the near term and maximizing benefits can lead to even greater rewards.

As Gaven made his choice, the huge phantom shadow of an object appeared in his hands.

The PfeiferZeliska Revolving Hand Cannon was 55 centimeters long (compared to just 87 centimeters for an AK47), 21 centimeters tall, with a barrel length of 33.5 centimeters, weighting 6 kilograms.

This was no ordinary handgun, but a bona fide hand cannon.

"Please select an item to merge with. This choice is reversible, but will permanently damage the merged item," another prompt appeared in Gaven’s mind.

Without hesitation, Gaven took out the Gnome Hand Cannon, which was now almost redundant in his hands, and he wouldn’t be distressed even if it were to be damaged later on.

The phantom of the PfeiferZeliska Revolving Hand Cannon merged directly into the Gnome Hand Cannon, becoming one.

Under the influence of an invisible force, the Gnome Hand Cannon began to twist and deform, eventually settling into a final shape.

It resembled the PfeiferZeliska Revolving Hand Cannon by about eighty percent, yet there were differences too.

The size did not change much, but the barrel became a bit thicker, and below it, a semi-transparent crystal component was added, filled with mysterious runes.

Thus modified, it no longer seemed top-heavy and the name Revolving Hand Cannon was fully justified.

The weapon didn’t feel especially heavy—about three or four kilograms.

No sooner had Gaven gripped the handle than the weapon’s stats appeared in his mind.