Chapter 516: The Impregnable Wall

Chapter 516: The Impregnable Wall



Works like this were usually commissioned to the citadel.

It was just like placing a request for drifters to help secure a certain caravan to its endpoint. Hence, there was no way this was a random caravan.

But Alystren had made it sound like they had gotten this one by chance.

As if the caravan was doing them a favor. Worse, Northern even suspected that this was a caravan that belonged to Tharion itself.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Of course, this suspicion was just on a single base for now, so he just shoved it to the back of his mind.

Instead, he closed his eyes and entered the Limitless Void, thinking one last thing.

*Whatever their scheme is, it's useless anyway.*

He was greeted by the new beauty in the Limitless Void-a strange mixture of heaven and hell, with shadowy floors contrasting against ravishing azure lights.

Sinister flames burned on the border steps of his throne, creating an impenetrable veil for any being lesser than him.

The stark aura of evil supremacy poured heavily into the hall the moment he appeared, and the place suddenly seemed to burn and shine brighter.

Northern exhaled, the blue lights of the hall darkly reflecting on one side of his face as he leaned with one hand resting on his throne.

Night Terror appeared beyond the flames, obediently bowing before standing upright.

The creature began to move its hands, growling and groaning, trying to communicate with its master.

"I see... Is that so?" Northern responded, nodding slowly.

"Hmm, hmm."

"Okay, there's no problem."

"Then, let me go check it out."

Northern responded like this to each of the stalwart devil's groans and growls of complaints.

After which, he disappeared from the throne and appeared in the red mines.

Being in this place again made memories flood his mind.

'Why have I been thinking so much about this place and what happened here lately?' Northern shook his head and walked forward with purpose.

After a while, he stood before a certain man.

A wall he could never overcome.

Standing before Northern like this, Lynus was still unwilling to accept it.

'Defeat starts in the mind. Once a man is defeated there, it's only a matter of time before true downfall comes for him.'

But what was he supposed to do when faced with such a high wall?

A dark metal fortress that stretched into the sky, casting its overwhelming shadows on him.

Lynus felt suffocated. Beads of sweat trickled down his face.

His legs grew weak, trembling until they could no longer bear the weight of his stubborn will, crumbling him to the ground.

Lynus fell to his knees, bending forward on the hard red ground, gritting his teeth as his nails scratched against it.

"How...? How are you so strong?" His voice rang with pain and torment.

He had lived his whole life training. From a young age, he had been praised as a prodigy. He had lived for twenty-eight years, and twenty-two of them had been solely dedicated to

growing stronger.

He was an Ascendant, and with more hard work, he was sure to become a Paragon before he

died.

He was a beacon of hope and strength.

Yet all that pride and glory meant nothing when he crossed paths with the wall standing

before him.

Nothing had made sense since he met Northern.

Northern bent down before him, exhaling calmly. He extended a hand to Lynus.

"Do you want to become stronger?"

Lynus looked up at him, a remnant of rage still burning in his eyes, but there was also pain, torment, and a swelling resolve in his hardened gaze.

"Are you going to tell me to serve you?"

Northern wrinkled his nose in disgust. "What? No. Serve me? Why? So you can stab me later?

No, you're not going to serve me. I want to employ you."