PNB Chapter 115 The Threat of Curse Power
Chapter 115 The Threat of Curse Power
The threat of cursed power
Like a demon awakening from the darkness, the curse's power spread with swift, threatening fangs and claws toward Carl and his allies. The black smoke, like the cloak of death, brought a deathly silence wherever it passed. As the curse's power approached, a low, whirring sound echoed through the valley, like a cold wind blowing from the depths of hell, sending an inexplicable chill through the heart. The sound grew louder, gradually becoming a shrill whistle, like countless evil spirits shrieking in the ears, a chilling feeling. Meanwhile, faint green lights flickered from the black smoke, appearing and disappearing like will-o'-the-wisp, each flicker like a pair of prying eyes, adding a sinister and terrifying aura to the dark force. Faint black filaments twisted within the smoke, like living tentacles, reaching out to capture everything around them.
"Ah! What the hell is this? I feel like my body's been drained!" an ally suddenly shouted, his face turning pale and his steps stumbling like a puppet with its soul ripped out. The other allies who had come into contact with the cursed power also revealed expressions of pain. Their bodies felt as if bound by countless cold chains, becoming extremely weak. The magic power that once filled their bodies seemed to be suppressed by an invisible hand, making it extremely difficult to cast magic.
"Everyone, be careful!" Carl shouted, his eyes glaring. He gripped the Ice and Fire Sword tightly in both hands, raising it high. "Hmph, devouring us won't be so easy!" He roared, swinging the sword down with all his might. Instantly, the power of ice and fire surged from the sword like a roaring beast of ice and fire. Red flames surged like surging magma, roaring with a roar as loud as a volcanic eruption. Sparks of fire flickered within the flames, like glittering gems, streaking dazzling trails through the darkness, like a swarm of dancing fireflies, carrying destructive power. The blue frost, resembling a millennium of freezing cold, crackled as it solidified, like a slowly shifting glacier. Wherever the frost spread, moisture in the air quickly condensed into shimmering ice crystals. These crystals refracted the light, a dazzling display of colors, resembling a dreamlike crystal world. The two intertwined, forming a dazzling barrier before everyone. Where the forces of ice and fire collided, small energy vortices would occasionally erupt. These vortices were like rotating mirrors, distorting the surrounding space and reflecting the surrounding scene with a strange sense of confusion.
"Wow, Carl, your move is so cool! It's like building a magic wall in front of us." The elf shouted in mid-air. Although its voice was a little trembling, it still tried to ease the tense atmosphere.
"Don't be too happy, this cursed power is tough to handle." Carl frowned, his gaze fixed on the black smoke that continuously assaulted the barrier. He could feel the cursed power surge like a surging tide, crashing against the ice and fire barrier wave after wave. Each impact was accompanied by a resounding boom, a sound that pierced his eardrums and left his arms slightly numb. As the cursed power impacted the barrier, the black smoke reacted violently where it came into contact with the ice and fire. Like an enraged beast, the black smoke twisted and tumbled wildly. The dim green light grew brighter, like lightning in a storm. The black filaments grew thicker, lashing the ice and fire barrier, sending up clouds of black smoke. These flowers quickly spread through the air, emitting a pungent odor.
While resisting the encroaching curse, Carl keenly sensed the Icefire Sword's mysterious power reacting strangely upon contact with it. Whenever the curse approached, the mysterious energy within the sword would automatically activate, emitting a soft glow. Within the area enveloped by this light, the curse was partially purified, much like ice and snow melting in the sun, accompanied by a subtle "sizzling" sound. In the purified area, the black mist seemed to be torn apart, revealing the previously obscured space behind. The dim green light and black filaments vanished. However, this purification took a heavy toll on the Icefire Sword. As the purification continued, the sword's light dimmed, its colors losing their vividness, like a beacon about to run out of energy.
"Karl, this isn't going to work! The sword's power is almost gone," Lina said anxiously. The magic wand in her hand flickered continuously, trying to provide some support for Carl. The light from the wand flickered with a slight crackling sound, like magical energy dancing. The gemstone at the top of the magic wand was surrounded by circles of colorful light. These halos, like flowing ribbons, constantly shifted in shape and color, echoing the light of the ice and fire barrier.
"I know. We must find the source of the curse as soon as possible. Only in this way can we completely eliminate the threat." Carl said through gritted teeth. His forehead was covered with sweat, but his eyes remained firm.
Carl began carefully observing the flow and concentration of the cursed power. He discovered that the black smoke wasn't spreading randomly, but rather had a certain pattern. It was as if being pulled by an invisible thread, converging towards the depths of the valley. Furthermore, the deeper into the valley, the higher the concentration of the cursed power grew, a thick blackness that threatened to engulf the entire world. Deep within the valley, the cursed power formed a massive black vortex. Its center was bottomless, as if leading to an endless abyss of darkness. The surrounding black smoke was continuously drawn in, emitting a chilling suction.
"Look, the power of the curse is flowing towards the depths of the valley. That's probably the source," Carl said, pointing to the depths of the valley.
"Then what are we waiting for? Charge over and get rid of the source of this trouble!" An ally brandished the weapon in his hand and shouted loudly. Although his body was still weak, his eyes were full of fighting spirit. His shouts echoed in the valley with a fearless momentum.
"Don't be impulsive, we have to be careful. The power of this curse is too strong, and we will be swallowed by it if we are not careful." Carl stopped the impulsive ally. He knew that this was a battle with the god of death and must be treated with caution.
The allies exchanged glances, their eyes filled with determination and trust. Though the cursed power had plunged them into grave danger, they held no thought of retreating. Led by Carl, they began their journey deeper into the valley, taking each step cautiously, like adventurers searching for an exit from a dark maze. The source of the cursed power was the light of hope they sought. Throughout this journey, they supported and encouraged each other, knowing that only through unity could they hope to defeat the cursed power.
As they went deeper into the valley, the curse grew stronger, and the threat weighed heavily on everyone's mind like a mountain. But they didn't give up, because they were brave adventurers and guardians of magic, determined to break the curse and uncover the secrets hidden in the valley.