Game Transmigration: Saving the World Again 1000 Years Later

176 Wandering (2)

Storm?

William looked at the two waterspouts that were about two arm spans wide.

Although the waterspout created by Tornado wasn’t weak, this didn’t have anything to do with a ‘Great Storm.’

“But you and I were once companions. Why did it have to come to this?” the other party said something inexplicable.

“Huh?”

William could only express his confusion by uttering a single syllable.

“Alright, perhaps you won’t believe me… But there’s nothing we can do about it. I only hope you understand that if I weren’t forced, I really wouldn’t want to fight all of you.”

As the other party spoke, he held his sword with a sad expression.

William was about to ask something when a dangerous premonition exploded in his mind. Without thinking, he raised his hand and moved the two waterspouts in front of him.

A blood-red sword beam flashed. The moment it came into contact, the two waterspouts seemed to lose some support and instantly turned into a storm that filled the sky before falling back to the sea.

...

In the rain, Terra Riel’s phantom—who wore a bronze crown and held a ruby sword—made a retracting motion.

The blood-red sword beam came from the sword in his hand.

“I’m very sorry…”

“F*ck your apology.”

First were the endless riddles, and then there were the attacks without any warning. These two combined left William fuming.

A huge amount of mana flowed through this body through a pathway forged by Faerie Mist before being woven into spells. In less than a second, more than ten gorgeous spell patterns appeared around Terra.

Before he could swing his sword to counterattack, colorful spells instantly blasted him into a carnival ball.

The deck at the bow was blasted into pieces before having several floors collapse. The entire ship seemed to have been ruthlessly pressed into the sea by an invisible hand. It first sank before bouncing up due to the buoyancy recoil, throwing up a large stack of broken wooden planks.

William looked at the emanating cold air, the burning of flames, the flashing of lightning, and the splattering of rocks and soil on the bow and deck and heaved a sigh of relief.

Although these were simple spells that could be instantly cast by skipping the chanting process, with the support of William’s powerful mana and the huge quantity, even high-level Lunar Monsters would be severely injured and banished back to the Moon Realm.

On the deck of the ship, smoke filled the air… No, it should be said that all kinds of elementals filled the air. William’s eyes lit up with a faint white light since he couldn’t see what was going on with the target.

...

As Terra Riel’s essence probably originated from the phantom in the mist, William didn’t use Life Detection. Instead, he used Magic Detection to try to find the other party’s traces.

However, William couldn’t find any.

The entire ship, including the surrounding mist, flickered with a faint magical light. Yet, William couldn’t find that person.

Could it be that my strike has reduced the other party to dust? William thought.

However, as the founding emperor who had an empire last 800 years, even a phantom shouldn’t be that lousy, right?

William looked at the explosion pit that was still emitting smoke and muttered inwardly.

The sense of danger appeared in William’s mind again. This time, he flapped his wings and dodged to the side.

Almost at this moment, a pitch-black lightning bolt and a blood-red sword beam attacked him without any warning from the explosion pit that was emitting thick smoke. They brushed past William’s face.

William had been maintaining Magic Detection the entire time, but he didn’t sense any magical fluctuations up to the moment the two attacks brushed past his face.

It isn’t magic?

William immediately deactivated his Magic Detection upon realizing this possibility and restored his vision to normal.

...

Then, he happened to see Terra’s phantom walk out of the pit and walk in the air. The person only took seconds to reach the same height as William.

Behind the person, a cloaked phantom vaguely appeared. This phantom held a sword in one hand and a scepter in the other. Its face was completely hidden under the shadow of the hood.

Authority holder…

Be it walking in the air without relying on Morph or Storm-type spells or the appearance of a powerful existence’s phantom, these were important characteristics of Authority holders. And Authority holders didn’t need to use magic when exercising their strength. To them, they only needed to give orders to things within their authority.

And with ceremonial magical inheritances almost completely severed, this founding emperor who claimed to be his reincarnation was an Authority holder?

“Then, do you have anything else that’s yours?” William asked.

“Not only was my title stolen, but even my powers were also stolen.”

The other party didn’t answer William. Instead, he said in his hollow voice, “I won’t show any mercy next.”

“That’s exactly what I want,” William sneered in reply.

As he said this, he wondered—which mythical character was an Authority holder who used blood-red sword beams and pitch-black lightning?

William briefly recalled the Authority holders he had dealt with and roughly sifted through the myths and legends from all over the world. However, no matter how he racked his brains, he couldn’t recall seeing such an existence.

...

Terra crossed the staff and sword in front of his chest. Then, blood-red and pitch-black colors constantly surged out and fused, gradually turning into the shape of a heart.

William spread his hands. A pitch-black ball the size of a ping-pong sphere appeared in his palm.

The moment the pitch-black sphere appeared, the overcharge of mana shattered the iron plate on William’s chest. He hurriedly took out another iron plate and hung it up. The new iron plate began to tremble slightly.

After devouring a large amount of mana, the pitch-black sphere began compressing, giving rise to a huge suction force. The surrounding thick mist was pulled toward it like threads. The sea surface under William’s feet began to surge.

As more mana was injected, the black sphere in William’s hand shrank. Finally, only a needle-sized black dot floated in his hand.

The sea under his feet was pulled into the shape of an inverted funnel.

The Divine Realm Shadow spell, Black Hole, was a super powerful AOE that combined lethality and crowd control.

At this moment, a red-black heart that kept beating appeared in Terra’s phantom’s hand.

“What I stand for doesn’t allow me to fail, so… forgive me, former Ms. Ranger,” he looked at William and said.

William came to a realization when he heard the title of Ms. Ranger.

It turned out that the other party had treated him as Remides, reenacting the Battle of Wandering that happened in this sea 800 years ago. It was no wonder his answers didn’t match his questions at all.

...

It was just like how spirits could only answer a few specific questions, or how the undead couldn’t control themselves other than instinctively repeating what had happened when they were alive.

In other words, the phantom of Terra in front of him wasn’t a complete illusion, but more like a necromancy spell.

The person in front of him was only a lost memory.

This also meant that the person named Terra Riel, or at least someone who thought he was Terra Riel, had died here.