Chapter 263 Rank-5 Anomaly!

The Formless turned to her husband, holding his hands tightly.

“How about you use the life-saving treasure to escape, and I go back and hide in the Ashen Land? When you are strong enough to face him, you can come back for me.”

While saying that to Roy, the Female Siren sneaked the life-saving treasure to him like a cheeky rat and tried crushing it, but Roy noticed what she was up to just in time and effortlessly foiled her plan.

She wanted to sacrifice herself to get him to safety, and that pissed him off.

He glared at her, whispering threateningly into her ears, “Don’t even think about it. You are asking to be punished. Once we get out of here, I will teach you a lesson!”

He stared her down with eyes that were no longer black, scaring her.

She gulped and lowered her head, feeling scared of him.

Her shoulders trembled.

Roy felt that he had wronged her, seeing her like that, and apologized.

“My bad, I didn’t mean to raise my voice at you. Just know this, we are getting out of here alive. No one will be left behind. You don’t need to stupidly sacrifice yourself.”

The words that came out of his mouth next pacified her.

She felt guilty for tying herself with him. That’s why she wanted to sacrifice herself to shove him out of harm’s way.

But she also felt happy to see he wouldn’t abandon her no matter what.

“It’s better for one to die than two.” The Formless Siren said to Roy, stubbornness vivid in her eyes. “If the situation really calls for it, I will sacrifice myself for you.”

“I won’t let that happen.”

Roy stopped, and so did the Formless Siren.

He stared at Tevenlor’s back, who continued moving forward. “Is there really no other way out?”

“No, there isn’t. We know it is a trap, but we have no choice but to step into it.”

Tevenlor turned to the two of them, being honest with them.

“The only way out of the ancestral land will open when you a Baldwin complete the last trial. That rule was established 850 years ago by two True Beings working together. It can’t be changed, not even by the Corrupted Elder Spirit, Chaos, or its followers.”

Chaos didn’t only have human followers.

The anomalies called Red Mist Walkers could also be counted as its followers, and this place was most likely full of them.

“If there’s any lie in that, let my spirit disperse.”

Tevenlor wasn’t born yesterday.

He could tell that Roy had become wary of him and was doubting his loyalty ever since anomalies made their appearance in this place, which he guaranteed to be safe.

To dispel his doubts, Tevenlor made that promise.

He was trying to prove that he was being real to them and that, so far, he hadn’t lied to them even once.

“Uncle is a spirit of the depth. They can’t make empty promises. He would turn to dust in ten seconds if he lied to us.” The Formless Siren explained to Roy, feeling troubled.

Yulran was her Godfather. She, however, took him as her adoptive father.

Meanwhile, the rank-4 spirit, Tevenlor, was like her Uncle. She treated him as one.

“You didn’t need to do that,” Roy sighed, saying that to Tevenlor.

Tevenlor stared at him calmly, “We can’t be doubting each other when there are enemies ahead, and that’s the fastest way to dispel the doubts you have about me.”

Ten seconds passed, but nothing happened to him.

This proved that Tevenlor was on their side.

All doubts Roy had about him disappeared.

“Let’s get going.”

Tevenlor walked ahead.

Roy and his wife followed after him.

They had no choice but to go deeper inside the secret passage.

Voss’s sons were already on the lookout for them.

There’s no telling when they will find the secret passage, but it shouldn’t take them long since they were mentally assisted by Voss.

Roy and his party were stuck between a rock and a hard place.

The rock could be shattered, but they couldn’t risk facing Voss.

That’s why they silently agreed to go to the last trial ground.

They had only covered 2/3rd of the secret passage when an archaic and raspy voice rang in their ears.

“A few fools have set foot in our holy land. I want them. Seek them out! Hunt them down!! Bring them to me dead or alive!!!”

Following the elder spirit’s words, the many anomalies at the end of the secret passage set out in search of the intruders.

Some minutes later, a horrendous anomaly came across them.

It rose from the ground, smelling no different than murky black sewer water gushing out of the gutter.

The overwhelming putrid scent wafted off of it, filling the air, turning it black.

The air suddenly turned so bad that their nose and eyes twitched, and tears appeared in the Formless Siren’s eyes.

Honest to God, she could swear she had never thought someone could smell so bad.

“It smells so bad that its smell can be used as a weapon.” She cursed the damn thing in her mind.

Roy scrutinized it, his guard raised against it.

It was a 5-meter tall corpse of red color, holding two huge katanas. Wisps of Chaotic energy of a reddish black color circled it. Skulls were floating on each side of it. They were white, and they were wearing helmets with hair-like ornaments, looking quite menacing, having no eyes, just pitch black sockets.

It also stared them down.

“What’s this? A Female Siren, a Dragonkin, and a rank-4 spirit.” It licked its lips. “Three soon-to-be-damned intruders.”

The rank-5 anomaly stretched out its watermelon-sized hand towards them, the waves of chaotic energy swirling out of its palm, instantly shaping into a thousand knives in mid-air.

It flicked its finger forward.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

A thousand knives flew forward, cutting through the air, going straight for the necks of the three it had labeled as its prey!