Chapter 1172: To The Purity

Chapter 1172: To The Purity



Somewhere north of Pelian...

"How much farther?"

"Be quiet! I don't need you pestering me with that question every ten minutes. I already told you we are close!"

"He's right. Have a little more patience."

"Don't tell me how to feel!"

The four figures - well, three, and one (unconscious) lugged over another's shoulders - sprinted as blurs past the clearing, over the gorges and through the woodland in less than a minute.

The speed with which they travelled was quite impressive for the average top tier combatant, but to Revia, who was simply keeping up with their pace, it was dreadful.

She wished she had known their destination so that she could simply sprint over towards it quickly, leaving the others in the dust.

Unfortunately, the individual leading her and Alaris, wouldn't tell her the location of the Purity headquarters, thus she could only suffer in silence, allowing the burn of her fury to build up within her like magma.

Ruhrees turned to Revia's scowling face.

"Should I remind you that I can simply go back on my word, mark you as a criminal and cast aside my already reluctant desire to find justice for your objective? If you would prefer that, ask me 'how much farther?' once more," he threatened.

Revia scowled, but she didn't dare to ask again.T/his chapter is updated by nov(ê(l)biin.co/m

Ruhrees was the key.

Only the first to third-ranked Paladin Champions knew the location of the Purity headquarters even though the rest had been brought to it at one point - when they got sworn into service - before.

She viewed her immortality as a sign that she had soldier on and finish what she had started. She had to confirm Elita's fate and confront the real truth behind the doctrine she had been conscripted into from a young age.

As the group rushed on, Revia suddenly gave a great wheeze.

She buckled and nearly stumbled to a pathetic fall.

"Are you alright?" Alaris stopped and looked at her with concern.

"I'm... fine..." Revia said, an unsure look on her face.

What was that?

Her body had suddenly grown weak just now. Her strength fluxed randomly, alternating between vibrant and feeble.

Her fingers were twitching irritatingly and her body was growing colder than usual.

'Get a grip!' Revia told herself and she tensed her muscles as best she could.

"Let's go," she said to Alaris and she resumed pushing on in a fierce sprint. Alaris gave her a look of suspicion before following on.

He had heard the gist of what Revia was. An undead. A special one that never actually died and didn't reek of the same foul energy as ordinary undead minions.

It was bizarre. He had never heard of anything like it.

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMM!

Suddenly, as the group retained its pace, the world rumbled. It shook just as it had done nine

days ago when the ominous towers that spilled varying assortments of the Carven climbed out of the ground, standing tall over all settlements in Pelian.

What in the world was going on?