PNB Chapter 854 - 432: The Demon Favored by Luck?
Chapter 854 - 432: The Demon Favored by Luck?
"Her! Bert! T!"
"When the hell are you going to stop pretending not to hear!!?"
Miss Devil couldn’t hold it anymore.
"If you don’t come down now! It’s not over between us!"
"If I have to worry about you one more time, I’m a demon!!!"
Anyone who knows a bit about demons knows that Kreti’s words are already quite harsh.
When a demon says you’re acting like a demon, that’s a pretty nasty insult.
Herbert and the two released each other, looked at each other, and couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
"Pfft, haha! Hahaha!"
"Hehe, alright, it’s time to go, if we wait any longer, they’ll really get anxious."
"Mm."
When Herbert, in a good mood, jumped into the cave with Valentina, after passing through a much longer distance than expected, they entered a huge open space.
Rough estimates suggest it was about the size of a stadium.
However, the scene Herbert imagined did not appear.
Regrettably, the scene of women fighting was nowhere to be seen.
Miss Devil and Demon weren’t pulling hair or tearing at flower hats, but were rather chasing one after the other.
Kreti ran ahead, while Flora lazily followed behind with a whip, occasionally snapping it in the air.
It wasn’t so much a balanced brawl on both sides, but more like a one-sided training...
And although Kreti’s cries were pitiful, there were not many signs of being beaten on her body—except for one side of her butt being red.
It wasn’t whipped, but seemed to have been given a hard kick.
Who kicked her?
How bad that is!
Seeing that the Abyss duo’s situation was alright, Herbert didn’t immediately step forward to stop it, but squinted at the surrounding environment.
The only light source in the cave was some fluorescent plants, faintly revealing the traces of ruin, forgotten for who knows how many years.
The whole space was filled with an ancient atmosphere.
"What is this place?"
Herbert walked to the side, raised his hand to wipe away some moss, revealing the metal plate underneath and the engraved text.
The ancient, faintly familiar special text, he seemed to have seen a similar structure somewhere before.
Where was it... oh!
I’ve written it.
"Elf script?"
When he first communicated with Nenasha through "written correspondence," he had passively written Elven script.
["It’s Elven runes~"]
Nenasha’s correct answer made Herbert’s expression change slightly.
"So that means... this is an Elf legacy?"
He looked around at the ruins but couldn’t really tell what place it was.
["To be exact, it should be a legacy from the time of the Elf Empire, that form of runes was only used for a period in that era."]
The Divine teased, saying this was a form of script that had been eliminated, a legacy from a proud and crazy empire.
["Congratulations, my dearest ally, you’ve luckily found a fragment of civilization remaining in the world."]
Elf Empire?
Did the Elf race actually have an empire?
Herbert’s own knowledge wasn’t enough, but he had gleaned quite a bit of information from the Ashen Bishop, and after thinking for a moment, he found records of that short-lived era.
"This really is..."
Herbert sighed at the ancient elves’ madness, but didn’t feel particularly moved.
Neither sympathy nor ridicule.
After all, it’s just a cold, ancient text, he couldn’t empathize.
Yet, Herbert was still very interested in the legacy of that empire.
However, the light in the cave was too dim, and the surroundings couldn’t be clearly seen.
If it were before, Herbert would have chosen to rely on his night vision, straining his eyes to see clearly or using a torch for illumination.
But now, as a Sun Saint, he no longer needed to bother.
Herbert raised his hand upwards and gently spoke:
"Light."
The Saint said, let there be light.
And then, there was light.
A sun phantom, the size of a ping pong ball, appeared in the space.
This was an ability borrowed from the Sun’s authority, allowing a shred of the Sun’s projection to descend on any place in the mortal realm.
Under normal circumstances, this ability was used in special places where sunlight couldn’t shine, to assist other faithful of the Sun God.
Whether there’s sunlight or not makes a significant difference for Sun Faithful.
Without sunlight, their power diminishes by 20% on the spot.
With sunlight, the abilities of Sun Faithful are significantly enhanced.
Of course, ordinary light sources don’t work, but the sun phantom summoned by the Saint can be regarded as the Sun.
It can be said to be a powerful group enhancement skill.
It’s a valuable ability that only Divine Favorers and Saints can use, symbolizing a high status within the Church.
But now, this status-symbol ability was being used by Herbert, an outsider, as a spotlight.
If the pious Sun God believers were to see this, they’d probably faint on the spot.
"As long as it can illuminate, what’s with all the rules?"
"Your Sun Goddess isn’t objecting either!"
Herbert was leisurely thinking, but he didn’t get to be pleased for long, when suddenly his soul felt a moment of icy pain.
There’s danger!!?
Buzz——
But the next instant, Herbert heard a fine sound, as if some completely rusted mechanical structures deep within the ruins were slightly vibrating.
Ka, ka, ka...
What’s going on!!?
In any case...
Time to run!
But before Herbert could speak, a series of spiritual fluctuations entered his heart.
Herbert was supposed to not understand the stiff, accented Elven language, but with Nenasha’s help, he fully understood the content.
[Warning! Divine power fluctuation detected!]
[Analyzing as Sun God Power...]
[Determining, an Apostle of the Sun has intruded into the Holy City.]
[Countermeasure system activated.]
[Magic Energy Cannon is in position.]
[Target has been locked.]
[Fire.]
Herbert: !!?
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