Mixed Blessing System

Chapter 702  Initiating the Reincarnation Cycle 

Within minutes of that group leaving for the headquarters of The Gray Eagles, they arrived above that headquarters, from where shouts broke out, sounds of flames and destruction mingling with those sharp sounds.

The smell of something burning was strong in the surroundings as a column of smoke rose from that place into the sky, staining the beautiful blue sky of this sunny day.

When they arrived, the six immediately noticed that The Bears sect group was still taking over this place.

"That..." The level 18 woman looked toward a certain part of that organization and frowned.

Lothur looked in the same direction and saw through the walls, noticing a woman being raped by a level 19 Saint.

[Name: Malte ***]

[Soul Cultivation: level 19]

[Body Cultivation: level 15]

[STR: 249] [CON: 259] [DEX: 240] [AGI: 250]

[INT: 389] [PER: 399] [WIL: 495] [SOU: 1,998]

Lothur did not know Malte, but since that was the only Origin Saint in the vicinity, someone with 2 Soul Bones, he immediately identified such a person.

The black-haired young man narrowed his eyes, seeing the most despicable thing in the world in front of him.

What Malte was doing had no explanation or forgiveness!

Seeing this, he closed his eyes for a moment, and when he realized that there were no other Saints in the vicinity, he moved.

Lothur manipulated space and appeared much closer to that headquarters under attack, showing his 'companions' that he was a Saint!

"Malte of The Bears sect. You have become a powerful Saint, yet you still force yourself against a Nascent Soul Transcendent woman... You are a disgrace to those of the same level.

Very well, accept your punishment."

As a flame giant appeared behind Lothur, striking out in the direction of the many men ravaging the surroundings of this headquarters, he used his bare hands and opened a spatial crack.

After stretching one of his hands across this crack, Lothur touched Malte's shoulders and pulled him from where he was, bringing him out of that headquarters.

Upon sensing this, Malte quickly put on his trousers, suddenly losing his 'animus' to defend himself against the enemy who had just threatened him.

level seemed to be only level 18.

Lothur closed his eyes for a moment and felt the darkness in the However, Lothur was much stronger than he was, and Malte could not escape being 'dragged' like that.

He looked at Lothur and immediately felt a shiver run through his body as the two Soul Bones emitted something similar to the cry of an inferior creature in front of its superior.

"Who are you? Why are you acting against me?" Malte asked, knowing that this person could not be underestimated, even if his level seemed to be only level 18.

Lothur closed his eyes for a moment and felt the darkness in the surroundings, which would surely bring new misfortune to the survivors of this place and the people of the nearby city later.

At that instant, Lothur took his weapon from his spatial ring and said while everyone was still alive felt the level of the Darkness Scythe.

"Who I am doesn't matter. I have only one purpose, to become stronger and make sure that a particular nightmare doesn't come true.

Malte of The Bears, don't be a total scumbag in your next life. This is the end of the line for you."

As he said those words, Lothur moved the scythe, spinning it as if it were a fan propeller.

As he slowly walked forward, darkness departed from that weapon, forming a black water wheel carrying a terrible energy that emitted awful sounds.

"Thank the heavens. I will send you directly to your second chance, even though you don't deserve it.

That's the River of Souls!"

The skies turned dark, and several spectral sounds appeared up to a kilometer away from Lothur.

The living in the surrounding area were pale with fear as they saw creatures of darkness rising from the ground, many of them of levels 17 and 18.

Given how strong many spectres there were, the victims of this place, but also the doom makers of The Gray Eagles sect, trembled with fear at the thought of being there without knowing that so many spectres were in the vicinity.

Gulp!

'We were almost killed! If we lingered here any longer, those creatures would have destroyed us!' A Soul Core Transcendent thought to himself, scared to death of these creatures.

Even Malte looked at the surroundings in astonishment, shocked by the number of spectres there, something he had not felt moments ago.

However, he was more afraid of Lothur than of any spectre there, for as these creatures of darkness walked up to the black waterwheel, this young man approached him. With each step closer to Malte, the young Ritter seemed to become bigger to this man, who could not even move his legs due to the restriction on him.

'Damn it! Who is this monster? Why can't I move?' He felt his heart beating faster, but all his skills seemed to have disappeared in the face of his opponent's ability.

But it was not for nothing. This was a Platinum-grade ability originating from the Blood Crystal!

There was no way this man's Silver and Gold-grade bones could counteract the suppression generated by that weapon!

A black cloak appeared over Lothur's shoulders, as he looked like the bringer of death to everyone in the area, especially those 5 who had dared to attack him.

As he walked to Malte, the spectres entered the River of Souls and turned into nothing, finally disappearing from this world and beginning the cycle of reincarnation.

Lothur stopped spinning his scythe and finally struck out toward Malte, making a single blow towards the chest of this trembling man as he stared at him wide-eyed.

"Mercy..."

But there was no mercy. In the blink of an eye, the Darkness Scythe struck Malte's body, piercing him as if his skin was no big deal.

But the spiritual blow of this weapon was much worse than the physical one.

As Malte's body turned into two diagonally separated pieces, his soul was thrown out of his body, making him see the very end.

'No!'

He wanted to scream, but he couldn't. All he could do now was watch his own end as he slowly floated towards the River of Souls.

Lothur only needed to activate the River of Souls once, and everything else would happen automatically until all the souls he sent to the water wheel. Only after that would it stop and slowly dissipate.

Knowing this, Lothur ignored Malte's despairing alam, gesturing toward him in pleading for mercy, and picked up the two Soul Bones detaching themselves from that corpse.

When a person died, the Soul Bones in his body would separate from the rest of him, so there was no great need for one to manually remove these bones.

Lothur quickly took the two in his hands, noting that their quality was not bad, although they were not good enough for him.

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