Chapter 1878 Labyrinth

Chapter 1878 Labyrinth

Emery dashed forward at his highest speed trying to catch up with Jinkan and the others who had retreated deeper into the labyrinthine structure. As he weaved through the intricate passageways, the high elf captive in his grasp struggled, "Release me, release me now!!" His resistance however only made Emery add an extra layer of his jade root, rendering him powerless to escape.

The gold metallic structure, offered a multitude of diverse paths, creating an intricate and labyrinthine maze. Fortunately, Emery's limited but invaluable spirit-reading abilities enabled him to sense the presence of Jai Strider and Zetto up ahead. He was on the verge of closing the gap between them.

However, just as he was gaining ground, the very structure of the tunnel trembled once more, and the walls shifted like a mechanical cogs in motion. To Emery's dismay, the path he had been pursuing was abruptly blocked off by the shifting walls, forcing him to come to an abrupt halt. "Dammit!"

The situation had taken an unexpected turn, leaving Emery separated from his companions. On the otehr hand, he keenly sensed the presence of dozens of elves closing in on him, their mocking laughter filling the air. "Just give up, you can't get away," one of the high elves taunted.

Ignoring their provocations, Emery quickly altered his course, veering toward a new path that had opened up before him. He strained his spirit-reading abilities in an attempt to reach out to the others while the elves relentless in their pursuit.

As the structure shifted once more, Emery had a revelation: the colossal celestial maze he was navigating underwent significant changes every five minutes. Armed with this newfound knowledge, Emery made another calculated decision. He selected a path, timing himself with precision to anticipate the arrival of the pursuing elves. Emery found himself confronted by a formidable group of 60 elves, half of them were dark elves, 10 were wood elves, and the remaining were high elves.

Holding one of the high elves as his captive, Emery placed his blade against its neck and issued a stern ultimatum to the irate assembly before him. This chapter made its debut appearance via N0v3lB1n.

"Tell us why you are here, and I will release him," Emery declared calmly, his voice resonating with authority.

Five minutes passed, and the structure shifted once again. This time, Emery's acute senses picked up on multiple energy signatures, unmistakably those of human magus – seven of them. Hoping that they might be part of his group. He hurriedly made his way toward the source of the signatures.

However, as he drew nearer, a sight that gave him pause emerged: a small party of magus clad in dark garments, their hoods obscuring half of their faces. Emblazoned upon their attire was a distinctive symbol, that of an eye. They were unmistakably members of the Oculus faction, dark magus.

"Who is there!? Identify yourself!" the dark magus shouted

Emery calmly answered, "I am part of the Nephilim group, we came to help. Tell me what is happening?" The seven Oculus Dark magus appeared visibly tense, their attire bearing the marks of a brutal battle. Their attention was particularly drawn to the high elf that Emery had captured. In response, one of the Dark Magus, a prominent figure among them said "Hand him to us; we will deal with him."

Emery found the request somewhat annoying, but he had little attachment to the captive high elf or concern for his fate.

Realizing the situation he was in, The high elf captive struggled once again "You, human, don't know what you are doing... What you call resurgence will be the end of us." His cryptic words hung heavily in the air, adding another layer of mystery to the already perplexing situation. Emery's curiosity deepened, and he awaited the response of the Oculus magus.

As the dark magus group drew nearer, suddenly, without warning, the full moon dark magus swung his blade with incredible speed and precision, targeting the captive high elf.

Splaatt!!!!

Blood erupted into the air, creating a gruesome spectacle as one limbs was violently severed. However, it wasn't the high elf's head; it was the arm of the dark magus, severed by Emery's swift and decisive counterattack.

Amid the shock and chaos, Emery locked eyes with the seven Dark Magus and voiced his growing frustration, "I am annoyed. Why is no one answering my questions?"