Chapter 270 Secrecy

At the moment of the lunch, Aion saw the wind barrier getting thinner and the wind dispersing in several parts. His guess was right, and there was no such a thing known as perfect defense…

Aion prepared to attack again, but when the enemy got up, he joined his hands and then made the wind barrier turn into a fire one. Aion smiled… as if something like that would stop him.

Aion charged again while using Chaotic Punch. His attack caused a shockwave that dispersed the flames for a short while, but he still felt them burning his flesh. Still, the enemy has pushed away against the wall, and he was unable to move from that position. It would have been a good chance to use Fists Storm, but the flames wouldn't let him use the effects of the skill properly…

In any case, Aion ignored the pain and used Chaotic Punch again and again. When the barrier began to break, and the enemy tried to join his hands, the impact made him lose his balance… eventually, the barrier broke, and then Aion punched the enemy in the gut.

The guy's body bent forward, and Aion prepared to destroy his head with another Chaotic Punch. Still, at the last minute, he felt a powerful feeling that prevented him from doing that… in the end, the final punch just landed and pierced the stomach of the enemy…

Blood gushed from the wound when Aion pulled his hand, and then the enemy fell on his butt on the ground. Before the shadow that soon disappeared, he raised his head and smiled while looking at Aion.

You obtained 300.000 experience points.

The Monk class has leveled up.

You obtained 75 status points.

You obtained 45 improvement points.

Aion frowned after that… why would that guy smile at him like that? Why would he hesitate in punching the head of the enemy… when Sauros and Seris approached, he took the statues from his inventory and then confirmed it.

"The guy with the book…" Sauros said with his eyes wide open. "He is the guy that you just defeated."

"A companion of your ancestor that saved the world three thousand years ago… I didn't expect to see one of them here," Seris said. "It didn't seem like he was forced to be here, though. I guess she made a circle to summon her friend, knowing that he would want to help her even after death. Hey, your arms!"

That seemed to be the case… Aion was also quite curious to the point that he ignored the situation of his hands… they were in a mess. Most of the outer layer of the skin had been burned, and only Aion's fists were fine due to the gauntlets. His forearm had burned so much that even muscles could be seen… Sauros and Seris felt shivers while looking at it.

Aion began to heal himself while keeping his focus on making sure that the pain was going to bother him that much. At the same time, Seris used her powers to increase his regeneration speed…

"I had read about their powers, but it seems that they are more formidable than expected… the companions of the goddess and the god," Sauros said.

"I thought you had said that they weren't gods," Aion said.

"After seeing one of their friends in action, I can only think that they are," Sauros said. "That guy used the power of the spirits and to be able to control them so much."

"He was praying to them, not controlling them," Aion said. "Basically, begging them to help him the whole time."

"If that were enough, that kind of art still would exist to this day," Sauros said. "To be able to control the spirits that much… a mage of this caliber wouldn't even need to use mana. They would be able to build places like this insanely fast… perhaps, not it was nothing."

Sauros didn't want to say that Aion's ancestor bought her friends from the dead to work on that kind of place and on the other temples. Then again, Aion couldn't see a problem when she asked them to help fight…

In any case, from what he had heard, the two so-called gods had three main companions. Now that Aion saw that one of them had the appearance of one of the statues, things were starting to make sense. Most likely, the tower had exactly one hundred floors, and they were going to find the remaining four in the next bigger floors… in the seventieth, eightieth, ninetieth, and one hundredth… Aion also couldn't help but wonder… who they were going to meet on the final one, his ancestor or her friend that disappeared… Either way, the final floors were going to be quite difficult.

Although it took a while, Sauros and Seris sighed in relief when they saw Aion's arms being restored… they couldn't imagine how someone could sustain that kind of injury without even groaning a bit. At that point in time, they had already noticed it… Aion was reckless when fighting, but only when he knew he needed to be in order to get all the focus of the enemies. When they weren't a threat, he was meticulous enough to use only enough attacks and energy against each one of them, but when that wasn't the case…

"Try not to be this reckless again, all right?" Sauros asked.

Aion was already tired of explaining why he fought like that, so he decided to stay quiet and then sleep a little after his arms were back to normal. It didn't last long, but the battle had been mentally taxing.

"Did you imagine that this would happen… people like us seeing people from the past without using time magic?" Seris asked.

"No… but that serves as a reminder that there are many ways to bypass the seal of not using time magic," Sauros said. "We need to clear this tower in order to make sure that no one else will realize this."