Chapter 30: Betraying

Chapter 30: Betraying

Boom!

Despite the heavy downpour, lightning, and thunder, Byron stood straight, looking confident and convincing, while the artificial lake was churning with huge water splashes.

On the other hand the soles of Shen Yis feet were still numb.

Even though he used to work standing up in the coffee shop, it wasnt like today, like standing for so long without taking a break.

In the morning he went to the observation deck to investigate the villa, received George and Su Ling at noon, read a book in the library in the afternoon, and confronted Byron here in the night.

Numbness spread throughout his feet.

~As for answering yourself or waiting for the corpse to speak

He said nothing and remained silent.

He didnt want to make a choice or answer any of Byrons questions either way it wasnt going to help, the only best solution was running away so he just started atomizing his body, intending to flee the scene.

Arms, chest, half of the head, legs Most of the torso had turned into a white mist in a flash.

The white mist in the storm was so unstable that it seemed like it could be blown away at any time, and Shen Yi had to maintain attention to ensure the relative stability of the form.

Suddenly, he heard a very surprised voice.

Byron stared at him in shock, even subconsciously freed the black umbrella in his hand, which was blown aside by the wind.

He raised his hands blankly in spite of the wind and rain, his initially firm and calm face was full of disbelief: This breath is definitely His White mist across the Shore.

He didnt expect this, and he suddenly felt that the red mark on the back of his hand was exacerbating the temperature and even giving people a burning sensation.

For a moment, Shen Yi was puzzled, because the other partys reaction was beyond his expectation.

Just now he said that he sensed the breath of an extraterrestrial god Could it be because I used the ability to atomize.

He temporarily stopped the atomization and returned to Arthurs appearance.

~I see, I finally understand Every time I activate the relevant abilities, they sense the corresponding aura of an extraterrestrial god.

Shen Yi thought back carefully and felt that every experience was right.

George and Aina should all be attracted by this.

On the second summons, he slightly exerted the White Flame to make many cultists unconscious. At the time, he did not know the reason, but now finally understood.

Gradually everything became clearer now.

~If that was the case Su Ling should have also felt the aura of the Lord of Ashes at the observation deck when I used the white flame in the morning.

However, she should have been shocked and did not dare to confront me directly at that time.~

Byron gradually relieved from the great shock, once again stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, the complex pattern constructed by the tumbling water splash automatically dissolved, and the spell initiation terminated.

~The aura of this mysterious being is cold and solid, full of disorientation, definitely related to him!

The breath Byron felt when summoning the God of the World Beyond was one hundred percent, while the breath he felt when hunting his dependents was one point, while the mysterious existence in front of him possessed a breath that was somewhere between the two.

He was either a noble dependent or a messenger of God.

After pondering for a short while Byron explained: I temporarily joined the language of silence, so when I saw you flipping through that book language of silence just now, I thought you were an investigator from the Anti-Magic Bureau.

He fully resurrected his daughter, and she wasnt a walking corpse but a living person.

She had been exploring all sorts of new things today, still like a child, a curious little animal, easily amazed and satisfied.

Just spending a day with his daughter changed Byrons character core.

She suddenly told him that she felt uneasy and felt a familiar breath in the school library, so he rushed over immediately.

Unexpectedly, this trip made him coerced by the divine messenger to betray his friend.

In fact, from the very beginning, he knew that this was a real road of no return.

The harder you struggle, the deeper you sink.

Byron raised his hand slightly, and the black umbrella, which had long blown away, spun around and returned to his hand in midair.

In a flash, the clothes that had been wet became dry, and the rain which fell on his body scattered automatically.

Holding the black umbrella, Byron returned to the schools central library.

Even though the doors of the library were already closed, the physical means of mortals could not defeat a top wizard.

The wall did not phase him as he breezed through it without a delay, as if the wall was only an illusion and not a solid entity.

Most mortals who wanted to perform the art of invisibility needed some fantastic assistance.

The transcendents had come up with five pillars, at least one of which must be fulfilled in order to perform the intangible, and the more complex the intangible the more pillar it requires.

The five pillars were spell (prayer, illusion, contract), apparatus, sacrifice (price), medium, and desire (wish).

Using the power of mysterious relics was also theoretically released through the two pillars of utensils (relics) and sacrifices (cost), to release the corresponding invisible arts.

Of course, the above rules were limited to mortals and mortal powers.

Most of the invisible arts performed by Byron tonight were very basic and required no sacrifices, only the corresponding incantations.

Spells were the power of words, but not all spells were effective when they were pronounced.

And in order to get the power out quickly, Byron did a painful self-modification, every bone in his body was inscribed with a spell in ancient Norlandic that required only a simple gesture to activate.

In the dark library, Byron made his way to the shelves of mysticism and gently drew out The Language of Silence.

He closed his eyes, his daughters face, and a voice came to mind.

With determination, he made up his mind thoroughly.

Gazing at the books cover Byron sighed. Old friend, I have betrayed you.

He lightly tapped his forehead with his finger, and a silvery glow appeared on his fingertips.

Then, he blew a breath on The Silent Language, a hidden page suddenly appeared in this book.

Mortals naturally could not peer into it, but for those who were proficient in the art of invisibility, or extraordinary things outside the world, they could get it by a slight inspiration.

This page contained all of Byrons knowledge of the Quiet Word, even including the place where the descent ceremony was held.

After finishing, he remained silent for a long time, then turned away from the bookshelf.

The heavy footsteps continued to sound in the library, moving further and further away from the bookshelves until they disappeared completely.

Only silence and darkness remained in the library.