Chapter 307: Chapter 198: Extra Soul Shard_1
Anthony enveloped himself in his cape.
Under him was a grumbling undead horse: “I only let you mount me because of Polk’s death. As soon as the fighting is over, get as far away from me as you can.”
“Yes, yes, yes, thank you. I’ll leave as soon as we’ve finished fighting. But in the meantime, could you exert some extra effort? The enemy is a divine body, I can’t handle it by myself.” Anthony replied jokingly.
Lightning, carrying Ange, kept curiously peeping over at them.
“What are you staring at, you silly unicorn. Keep your eyes to yourself or I’ll devour your soul.” The undead horse glared at Lightning, cursing fiercely.
Lightning grinned, revealing a set of white teeth and a dismissive smile. It ignored the undead horse and asked Anthony, “Your wife?”
“Huh?”
“What!?” Both the undead horse and Anthony were taken aback. Anthony hurriedly denied, “No, no, don’t talk nonsense.”
The undead horse angrily retorted, “You foolish creature, the undead don’t have genders, idiot.”
Lightning ignored it again and posed another question to Anthony, “Your daughter?”
Anthony gave a bitter smile, “No, again not. Even though I raised her, she never listens to me.”
“That’s alright.” Lightning employed his signature skill ‘Face-Mocking,’ and, looking sidelong at the undead horse, slowly and clearly mouthed: “Du (sound muted).”
“Say that again, you stupid horse. Say that once more!” The undead horse was furious, letting out an angry soul-shaking roar.
Anthony patted the undead horse’s neck, saying, “My old friend, scout ahead for us.”
The undead horse glanced at him and grumbled, “Call me by my name, Black Horse!”
The undead horse howled, raised its front hooves and stomped. Where its hooves landed, a rush of death spread and three or four ghosts crawled up and flew quickly towards the valley.
Black Horse?! Lightning laughed out loud, the undead horse indeed suited the name.
Following the ghosts, they cautiously entered the valley.
The journey was tranquil and before long they arrived in front of a snow pit. At the bottom was a giant withered bud, frozen and frost-covered on the surface, but the divine body was nowhere to be found.
“Has anyone spotted him?” Anthony asked.
Both Ange and the undead horse shook their heads. Lightning did the same.
“Master, please protect me,” Anthony said as he pulled out a piece of cloth and a crystal ball. The cloth was inscribed with various sacred symbols, not unlike a holy shroud, but with different patterns.
He spread the cloth on the snow-laden ground and put the crystal on it. Anthony then began intoning an arcane incantation.
Ange too began his enactment, using his powers to summon Negris, Little Angel, Little Zombie, and then the Purple Skeleton Titans. They quickly spread out and prepared themselves.
No matter how arcane the incantation was, as long as it wasn’t new, it wasn’t a problem for Negris. After listening for a while, it wondered, “That’s the Shaman’s Spirit Prayer Technique, isn’t it? Will it work? Are you planning to save Polk?”
Anthony finished reciting the long incantation and was holding a tiny lump of black energy in his hand. He slapped the black energy into the crystal ball before replying, “It could, but it is uncertain how much it could save.”
Negris disagreed, “Even if you retrieve some soul fragments, what’s the use? They’re already shattered. Even if you reclaim them, they wouldn’t be Polk anymore.”