Fantasy Lord: Beginning with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 282 - 186: Don’t Tell Me This Is a Game World? (Part 2)

Chapter 282: Chapter 186: Don’t Tell Me This Is a Game World? (Part 2)

Even just witnessing those werewolves with ghostly green eyes made one’s heart tremble.

These are not mere beastmen, but existences entwined with souls and laws.

Not to mention he could almost not feel his Life Source Power now, even if he could, it would mean nothing against such existences.

Because these are soul beings.

They wield the power of the divine kingdom tainted by the god Anubis.

"It’s really like a game!"

Thor murmured softly and couldn’t help but laugh. Understanding everything within the Divine Ruins made him feel as if he were playing a game.

Now witnessing it firsthand, this feeling became even stronger, his heart rippling.

But that ripple was quickly suppressed. What he needed to do now was not to ponder this, but to figure out how to gain more benefits within these Divine Ruins.

And to gain more benefits, he needed to survive longer in the Divine Ruins, only then could he maximize the gains.

The next moment, a knight’s long lance appeared in his hand out of nowhere, no different from the one he carried before.

As a soul entity, he lost his Life Source Power and the ability to wield the Life Seed’s power.

Yet there was an advantage, that as long as he wished, and had enough Soul Power, he could manifest anything.

Including but not limited to weapons.

"Soul combat, this is my first time experiencing it!"

"Just the right time to give it a try!"

As his words fell, Thor, holding the knight’s long lance, charged forward to meet them head-on.

And at this moment, a number of werewolves pounced towards Thor.

The battle erupted swiftly.

In the moment of contact, Thor felt a completely different experience from fighting with a physical body.

No Life Source Power.

This was purely a contest of Soul Power.

Fortunately, Thor’s Soul Power was incredibly strong, having been a two-life person and signed a sharing contract with an elf, his Soul Power was even stronger than most Mid-stage Earth Knights.

The lance like a rainbow, pierced through the body of a werewolf in an instant.

The werewolf’s body, once pierced, gradually dissipated into strands of black mist, with a trace of the Power of Origin merging into Thor.

Thor felt a refreshing sensation spread.

His consciousness seemed to become a bit clearer.

"Again!"

He shouted lightly, and with the lance in hand, Thor charged up once more.

A fierce battle soon erupted.

One by one, the werewolves were killed by him, and strands of the Power of Origin merged into him, making his soul entity gradually become clearer from its previous obscurity.

One.

Two.

Three.

Five.

Ten.

Thor gradually lost himself, forgot everything, only knowing to wield the knight’s long lance.

And around him, the number of werewolves he slew increased continuously.

Under this dark sky, there was no concept of time.

He did not know how long had passed or how long it lasted.

Unlike previous slaughter, this time Thor seemed immersed in a certain realization, with strands of death aura interweaving around him.

At the same time, the faint icy cold aura on Thor began to condense gradually.

This was the Ice Attribute power beginning to intertwine with the Power of Laws.

Once the Power of Laws was formed, the Ice Attribute power would no longer be brought by the Natural Elves but be Thor’s own Power of Laws.

However, this process was slow.

It was still unknown how much longer it would take before this trace of Ice Attribute power would develop into a slice of the Power of Laws.

"Splash!"

The illusory River of the Underworld flowed on.

Within different spaces.

The same scene unfolded.

But compared to Thor’s ease, these others were not so fortunate.

The powerful descendants of nobility had all sorts of incredible means, but that did not mean their souls were strong, and those bloodthirsty werewolves were beings of the same tier as they were.

To resolve them, they faced extreme difficulty.

"Boom!"

A powerful noble’s descendant’s body trembled as a werewolf directly collided with him, flinging his body into a pile of bones.

"How can this be?"

A strange voice echoed, the fallen figure filled with disbelief.

Even a single werewolf, he could not withstand.

In the outside world, his Life Source Power could even contend with a Mid-stage Earth Knight.

Yet the situation did not allow him to ponder further.

The werewolf charged once more, biting down directly at the werewolf.

"Rip!"

In his shock, a man’s arm was torn off, intense pain spreading through his soul, awakening him instantly.

"I want out!"

A desperate voice rose.

In the next moment, a beam of light hit him directly.

Amid the external black mist.

A staggering figure appeared with a pale face, his right arm limp and drooping helplessly.

"Damn it, am I the first one?"

Seeing the emptiness around him, only himself present, and considering how little time may have passed since entering, his face turned very unsightly.

It was clear; he must be the first to get eliminated.

Moreover, crucially, he felt his right arm was empty at this moment. While the arm was still there, it had no feeling whatsoever.

Clearly, when his arm’s soul was devoured, he completely lost that arm.

Even with High-Level Life Potions, it couldn’t be restored.

Unless there was a higher-grade Magic Potion, or with a Soul Mage and a High-tier Priest, it might be possible.

But these were beyond the kingdom’s possession.

His face pale, he looked once more at the shadow-shrouded region, his expression changing continuously before he finally lowered his head and walked away.

He did not return to the battlements but left towards the other side.

Being the first to be eliminated, he truly felt he couldn’t bear to show his face.

Nor did he want to hear the ridicule of others.

After another hour, figures gradually appeared again from the black mist, each with an extremely pale face.

And when they realized not much time had passed, each of their expressions grew more dreadful.

Clearly, even judging by time alone, they were undoubtedly failures.

The figures who failed to enter from afar either mocked, appeared serious, or disdainful.

Undeniably, this made those eliminated feel even more miserable.

Of course, Thor wasn’t aware of any of this.

As time slowly passed, Thor was thoroughly immersed in comprehension. With each werewolf slain, a part of the Power of Origin merged into him, strengthening his Soul Power more and more, while an icy aura interwove with the aura of death, gradually solidifying that chill within his soul. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

His body even gradually condensed completely, showing almost no signs of being illusory.

Eventually, even his attacks began carrying traces of Ice Attribute power, it seemed to be gradually indistinguishable from when he wielded Life Source Power.

(To clarify, the recent plot mainly intends to introduce the worldview. Whether it’s the Three Great Kings or the Three Great Dukes, they currently don’t have much impact on the protagonist and the Dukes, and even the Royal Family hardly involve themselves in the country’s affairs, something readers might have realized by now from previous texts.)