Chapter 161 - Lights Out

Jett whimpered and remained stagnant. He’s barely catching his breath when another punch made contact on his face. Jett’s head burrowed on the ground.

“You call this an improvement? I’m barely sweating.”

Timber scoffed and bolted.

Timber had fought monsters countless times, and each time, he would assess the situation, the weakness, how they move, how they respond, and assimilate his skills. But now, he’s compromised, he didn’t know until Alastor told him what is the true situation. Of course, the thought that there could be someone responsible for this attack, but controlling a large number of monsters is impossible to think. Only that, he never considered that they would have the guts to come back.

Timber made a promise to himself that if Hannibal would dare to continue his errors, then he would use every ounce of strength he has to stop him.

Lying on the cold, dusty ground, Jett's eyes squinted and began to chuckle. He gathered the dust on his palm threw it in the air.

‘Lacc, Lacc, esoht ohw era detnaw.’

As he muttered the spell, the dust billowed around his head.

Inside the pyramid.

Hannibal grinned due to the fruitful attempt on activating the relic. The caster looked to Abel with a wide grin.

“Told you I can do it.” He called excitedly.

“I still can’t believe that this thing is a relic. I mean, look at the size.”

Suddenly, as Hannibal slowly walks to observe the reddish and bluish energy swirling below, his head felt a sharp ringing pain for a moment.

“Hannibal, can you hear me?” Jett inquired.

It was a psychic spell. Jett, he would only call whether the mission is done or there are some changes on the mission, but only he knew.

“Let me guess, you let him cross the border, didn’t you?”

Hannibal can totally feel Jett grin with the brief scoff he heard telepathically.

“Is that Jett?” Abel asked.

“Not now,” Hannibal replied to him. “How the hell did Timber take you down? You were supposed to be stronger than him.”

He heard no response.

“You let him.” He ushered those words hesitantly. “You’re such an asshole!”

“There’s no thrill if I kill him easily. Anyways, prepare, because he is pissed.”

“Fuck you.”

Just as he cut off the transmission, Benny stormed inside. An unfamiliar was thrown aside.

“Well, if it isn’t our new BFF.” Abel gleefully greeted him. “How are you, Benny? I thought you were supposed to kill someone, or you already did?”

Benny’s face is clearly not in the mood for exchanging jesting words.

“It’s impossible for me to get my hands laid on the target now.”

“How come?” Abel asked.

“They put a barrier and this boy, prove to be an inconvenience, now my mana was cut in half. I don’t have any strength to bypass the barrier that Tribunal Hunters place around that temple. So, would you kindly help me get to pass through that pesky barrier”

“Are you asking?” Abel inquired. Not even a bit he likes the tone of his voice nor his words.

“I am not. I hold the end of the bargain. Now, do yours.”

“You know, before we offer our hand to someone, we usually use the magic words to cooperate,” Abel replied.

“What? You want me to cast fire magic and burn you?”

“Way less violence.”

Benny grunted. “Please.”

“Much appreciated, but sadly, I can’t help you, I have a journey on my own.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

Benny instantly unleashed his blade. And, in a much childish manner, Abel back away.

“Whoa! I didn’t say no one’s gonna help you. You have Hannibal here.”

“He’s right, Mr. Benny. I will assist you in captivating whoever this someone you want.” Hannibal exclaimed and walk between the two before Benny’s blade would plunge into someone. “Before that, I have to finish what I started.”

“And what it is you’re doing actually?”

Hannibal began to wave his hand, muttering spells and conjuring lights made from his mana swirling around the portal below.

“This my friend is a locator spell.”

Thinking about the portal swirling in red and blue energy, Benny’s concern probed him to ask. “Just what is it you’re locating?”

“A direction, of course, our friend here,” Hannibal looks to Abel. “He wanted to go to the other world, but it’s not that simple, he has to go through first to the other side, the Limbo.”

“Limbo. I thought it was a fairytale.” Benny replied.

“Not a fairytale. There were some prestigious people who managed to access this kind of magic and made fortune from it.”

“So, you’re planning to do the same as them? Make fortune out from it?”

“No. Unlike them, we are not interested in exploiting resources from the other side. Only a fool would dare to do that. Limbo is not some usual playgrounds. It is filled with gruesome monsters that have ever known and those who are unknown.”

“That’s a waste.”

“Not actually,” Abel replied. “Aside from transportation, there are other things that the Limbo can be used.”

“Like what?” Benny asked.

“Soul sucker. There is this spell, well, basically a curse… you put in a person and if they die, their soul will not move to the afterlife, instead, the soul will be teleported to the Limbo, but I recommend not to do it.”

“Why is that?”

“Because you won’t able to come back to any other worlds. The soul would be stuck in the limbo for all eternity… so, not the best choice currently.”

“Then that would completely oppose your previous claims.”

“Obviously, yes. But there’s a working theory to reverse the curse so that the person can be transmuted back into the living world.”

“Would you remind sharing that with me?”

“No, he won’t.” Hannibal intercepted. “No matter how we convince him, he won’t share the information with us.”

“That sucks.”

“It’s work progress. I don’t want any of you getting in trouble with this. You should leave it to me.”

It was now Abel realized, Hannibal looks to be disturbed and he is.

Hannibal was trying to ignore his presence, but each time he gets closer, he can feel the heavy mana, bigger than the combination of the three of them, overwhelming him.

“You okay there, buddy?” Abel asked.

“Nope. He is coming.”

“Him?!” Abel’s relaxed expression turned to shock the moment he notices an overwhelming amount of mana coming towards them.

“Prepare yourselves.”

“No shit, sherlock. You could’ve told us earlier.”

“You can hardly blame with all of the talks and gibberish.”

Hannibal uneasily stretched his wrist and his right arm with mumbling non-sensible spells.