Chapter 465: The Soul Of A Tyrant [Part 2]

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Chapter 465: The Soul Of A Tyrant [Part 2]



Northern turned his head down, inspecting the souls with keen perception.

[Soul Summon]

Name: [Malaketh]

True Name: [The Witch King]

Attributes: [Old One], [5th of the Tomb Kings]

Soul Rank: [Evanescent]

Soul Core: [White]

Talent: Circlet Of Iron

Talent Class: [Immeasurable]

Talent Abilities: [Chaos Grimoire], [Ancient Spellcraft], [Derision]

Northern scratched his cheek as he observed the information.

"A Paragon with only three talent abilities?"

Northern started counting on his right hand as he continued, "A Drifter has one talent ability,

a Nomad has two, a Master has three, a Savant has four, a Sage has five. I presume an Ascendant has six, and a Paragon has seven."

Then he dropped his hands and looked at the panel, "So, why does this Paragon have only three talent abilities?"

He rubbed his chin as he thought about it. Faced with no answer, he went on to the next panel. [Soul Summon]

Name: Aenerony

True Name: [Metal King]

Attributes: [Old One], [7th of the Tomb Kings]

Soul Rank: [Ephemeral]

Soul Core: [Orange]

Talent: [Titan Tamer]

Talent Class: [Immeasurable]

Talent Abilities: [The Great Vortex], [Winds Of Magic], [The Great Wall], [Ancient Fall], [Beast Of Burden], [Chaos Tamer]

'This one is an Ascendant and has six talent abilities. Which means there's something wrong with this other one,' Northern's eyes drifted between the two soul forms as he spoke.

that the Chaos Prince also did not have a soul core.

He was well aware that the Chaos Prince was half-Origin, half-Tyrant. There might have been something exceptional about him in addition.

But the absence of a soul core in this Tyrant was enough premises for his deductions.

He sighed and swallowed afterward. Then he dismissed the panel, resting his head on his

hand.

'Damn it, I have a headache...' His mind was silent for a while, then he wondered again, 'What exactly do I do with these souls? Will they even be able to materialize with my clones?'

'Or do I have to evolve the cloning talent and see what more can come out of it?'

He sighed once again, worried about what to do, unsure whether to call it a blessing or a

curse.

The soul of a Tyrant was amazing. Having such a possession was a next-level game to him. But not being able to use it?

And especially now that he was returning to the Central Plains?

That would be so much of a letdown.

Sure, he didn't need it to show his wrath to the damned principal, but Northern believed it

would be a big boon if it was useful.

He rubbed beneath his white bangs and blew them up a little bit.

They were so long that when pulled down, a strand reached his upper lip. And sometimes they

even obstructed his view.

Northern leaned forward a second later and summoned a clone.

The clone appeared with no beautifying effect, and next, he summoned the Tyrant.

Unlike the clone's blank entry, it was dark, ominous, but beautifying.

The soul stood next to the clone, dwarfing it.

Northern stared for a moment, wondering, 'How in the hell did a Tyrant get killed by the Soul

Taker sword... or should I say, who could have dared?'

The soul's visage alone was imposing and intimidating, far more than any other soul summon

he had ever gained.

The thought of turning the Tyrant into a void summon filled him with so much happiness. And he could only hope that what he was about to try would turn out to be a great success. Northern examined both bodies and then commanded, "Okay... let us start."