Nameless King

Chapter 167 Calamity

Purple Pilgrim did not expect Wain to be so strong. His skill gave him tremendous power, and Purple Pilgrim had to arm himself with his weapons.

"This is strange..." Purple Pilgrim muttered, holding the spear firmly in his hand. "If he's from a race I don't know, that means that race is weak, but then why is Nameless so strong?"

Purple Pilgrim understood that there were strong members even among the weak and obscure races, but Purple Pilgrim did not believe that Wain, who had only two Voids under his control, could be like that.

"Okay, it's not a big deal. Right now, I have to win and kill him without wasting much effort." Pronounced Purple Pilgrim and swung his wings sharply.

His spear was the most powerful weapon he could get in one of the Voids. The spear looked rather simple, a straight black hilt and a purple tip with a strange shape of two curved blades.

This spear was powerful enough that Purple Pilgrim could wound even a Second Chronicle creature.

Whooosh.

Wain did not wait for his opponent to get into a favorable position. He swung his arm, and two prisms appeared next to him, gray beams of energy shooting out. They were fast enough to catch up to the lightning, and Purple Pilgrim should not have dodged this attack.

However, Purple Pilgrim didn't need to. He managed to react and swung his spear, slicing the two beams apart.

Wain was shocked. He didn't expect the spear to be so powerful. This weapon could change the course of the battle, not for the better.

"Fuck!" Proclaimed Wain and retreated sharply.

He couldn't let Purple Pilgrim attack him. Otherwise, he would suffer serious wounds and risk death.

Bam.

A moment later, a black spear slammed into the spot where Wain had just stood. Purple Pilgrim frowned as Wain managed to dodge its attack at the last moment. He flapped his wings and flew toward Wain like a violet comet.

Wain knew that he wouldn't be able to get away from Purple Pilgrim since he was slower. Of course, Wain could have tried to use Sign of Lightning, but that would have been a mistake. Even with the third form, that speed wouldn't be enough to dodge Purple Pilgrim's attacks constantly.

Moreover, Wain felt that he was getting worse by the second. His body was gradually approaching its limit.

'Damn, Blind Sorcerer is too demanding a skill. It feels like I've been fighting for a hundred days straight without sleep or food. It can't last long.' Thought Wain and pointed his hand toward Purple Pilgrim.

He would gather energy at one point and create a powerful beam that would kill the Purple Pilgrim. However, when Wain was ready to attack, Purple Pilgrim turned into a blur and disappeared from his sight.

Wain tried to find his enemy, and when he realized what had happened, he abruptly turned around. Purple Pilgrim decided to destroy his wings to make a super-fast leap and take his enemy by surprise.

Whoooosh.

Purple Pilgrim swung his spear with an icy gaze and easily cut through Wain's sturdy mantle. The defensive symbols were incapable of absorbing the full force of this attack in an instant. The spear also pierced Wain's flesh.

Purple Pilgrim inflicted a wide wound on Wain's chest, and a fountain of blood gushed forth. Purple Pilgrim swung the lance again, striking Wain in the stomach with the back of the weapon.

Wain went off to the side like a cannonball, hurtling down the sandy knoll. He hadn't expected the Purple Pilgrim to be so fast. The last attack was critical, and Wain had little or no strength left.

Purple Pilgrim stared at Wain with a merciless gaze and clutched his spear tightly.

"You should have given me Soul Pearl, and you would have survived. But, you were too stubborn and stupid to accept my offer." Said Purple Pilgrim.

He raised the spear above his head and was ready to throw it at his enemy, but suddenly Wain struggled to his feet. Purple Pilgrim did not expect Wain to rise with such severe wounds.

"Go to hell, you bastard..." Wain said coldly, and suddenly his aura began to intensify.

Purple Pilgrim didn't know what was happening, but he could feel that Wain was growing stronger by the moment. The closer he was to death, the more his blood was boiling and his lust to kill.

Purple Pilgrim threw his spear, but at the exact moment, he saw the blindfold from Wain's eyes fall to the ground.

At that moment, Purple Pilgrim trembled with fear. He felt as if he were an insignificant creature in the face of something great and inexplicable.

Then Wain's left eye opened, and the seal on his left hand in the form of a broken mirror shone brightly. The eye looked unusual. It was colorless with the image of an entire mirror.

Whooosh.

Wain swung his left hand smoothly, and the spear was split in two. However, this attack was not aimed at destroying the spear. Purple Pilgrim realized this late, but the world around him split in two as if it had been diagonally slashed.

"Is that a spatial blade?" Purple Pilgrim exclaimed and tried to run away but realized he couldn't do it.

The reason was that the spatial blade had already cut his body in two. This attack had no such concept as speed. The moment Wain swung his arm, it was already a foregone conclusion.

The two parts of Purple Pilgrim's body fell to the ground, and blood slowly poured into the snow and sand beneath it. Wain fell as drained. He did not know how he had managed to make this attack, but otherwise, he would have died by now.

'That spear would have killed me for sure, but how do I survive now?' Thought Wain feeling himself getting worse by the second.

Crackling.

Suddenly, Wain heard strange noises. He looked up and saw the two halves of Purple Pilgrim's body gradually recovering. Wain was shocked. He didn't understand what was happening.

'That's impossible!' shouted Wain to himself. At that moment, he didn't even have the strength to speak.

As the Purple Pilgrim regenerated, a silhouette of a strange creature consisting of scarlet threads with a purple needle appeared above him. Wain immediately realized what it was.

'Damn... It looks like he used his Beyond at the last moment...' muttered Wain.

This power was given to everyone who first evolved and became a First Chronicle creature. Purple Pilgrim was no exception, and he also had his Beyond, which he used with great skill.

Beyond could be compared to a mighty skill that only a certain person had. Of course, many Beyonds were similar. More often than not, members of the same race had Beyond from the same category. However, there were always exceptions.

This power could change everything in an instant.

Purple Pilgrim didn't expect Wain to create a spatial blade. This attack was almost impossible to defend against as it cut not flesh but space. However, Purple Pilgrim also had his trump card, which he decided to use.

After a few seconds, Purple Pilgrim fully recovered.

He looked at Wain and said, "I'm surprised you almost managed to win, but you made a mistake. My specialty is not speed or energy control but high regeneration. However, I need to use my Beyond, which is quite problematic and wastes too much energy. It doesn't matter now, though."

"Curse, this sucks..." With difficulty Wain muttered, coughing up blood.

In the back of his mind, he was hurt that he still couldn't learn to use his Beyond. Otherwise, he might have had a chance to win, but right now, he didn't know what to do.

'Think, think, think, there must be some way out of this situation.' Wain muttered to himself.

He knew that Purple Pilgrim was about to kill him. In this situation, it was pretty easy to do.

Whooosh.

The tattoo on Purple Pilgrim's body glowed brightly, and an energy blade appeared in his hand. He was about to kill Wain and take his prey. However, the ring on Wain's finger glowed brightly at that moment. He realized what could help him.

A white pearl appeared in Wain's hand, emanating pure and unadulterated energy. Purple Pilgrim became wary when he saw it and took a few steps back.

"This is a mistake. Your body will tear itself apart. You have to be at least a Fourth Chronicle creature to sustain the energy contained in even the weakest Soul Pearl. You will die." Purple Pilgrim said calmly.

He didn't try to snatch Soul Pearl from Wain's hands, which didn't make sense. Instead, Purple Pilgrim pulled a small silver cube with various symbols from his pocket. It was a special mechanism by which he would absorb the energy of Soul Pearl and then use it for himself.

The mechanism was expensive and hard to obtain, but Purple Pilgrim, like the Soul Hunter, always had it with him.

Purple Pilgrim knew that if Wain decided to absorb the energy from Soul Pearl, he would die. In that case, the energy would burst out, and Purple Pilgrim could capture it with the mechanism. In this situation, he had to act with calculation and precision.

If he tried to take the pearl from Wain, it might explode, and the consequences would be unpredictable.

Wain also had doubts about his decision, but he had no time to think about it. He was losing more and more blood by the second, and he had a powerful and fully healthy enemy in front of him. His situation was the worst.

'Luar awakened his Beyond when he died or was on the brink of death and life. Perhaps everyone has these conditions, or do I need something else?' Thought Wain and in the next moment clenched his fist.

Crackle.

Pearl Soul instantly collapsed like a crystal ball, and a large amount of energy burst from it. The energy was looking for where it could go, and since Wain was the closest, the energy shot into his body.

It came through his mouth, eyes, ears, and glabella. The energy looked pure and infallible. It was something unique, no energy crystal or skill could create something like that. Soul Essence from monster souls compared to this was filthy garbage that was worthless.

However, as Purple Pilgrim said, Wain's body could not withstand this energy. He tried to resist and absorb the energy, but his condition was too bad. So after thirty seconds of agony, Wain let out his last breath, and his heart stopped.

Purple Pilgrim nodded and activated the mechanism. The cube glowed brightly, and a sphere appeared around it, which should have attracted all the energy and stored it in the mechanism. However, Purple Pilgrim frowned.

'Hmm, the energy is still not coming out of his body. This is the first time I've tried to draw the energy of Soul Pearl from another creature's body. Perhaps I should wait a bit? Purple Pilgrim pondered.

Actually, Purple Pilgrim didn't know something. The energy from Soul Pearl couldn't assimilate into Wain's body, but there was one other place it could go besides the outside world. That place was Wain's Soul Altar.

In the hidden confines of the Soul Altar was a huge castle, and in it was a vast hall, with a massive gray platform in the center. This time there were three people there. Each of them represented one of the Nameless King's Forms. These silhouettes were similar to Wain's but had some differences.

As before, a person in black and white armor, who represented the Code of Light and Darkness, was floating up in the air in a lotus pose. Beside him sat a man in a torn cloak around which the floor was covered in ice.

Opposite them stood a person in a gray cloak and an eye patch. In front of him, various geometric shapes were floating in the air, which he moved and crossed over each other.

"It looks like it's started." Said the Blind Sorcerer with a slight smile on his face.

He watched the white energy approaching them as it slowly penetrated the platform. Each of them knew what was about to happen. They wanted to see the true power that the worst member of the worst race possessed.

When all the energy had penetrated the platform, there was a deadly silence. No one dared even breathe. They waited in awe for what was about to happen next.

A crackle.

Suddenly there were many cracks in the platform, and a muffled sound was heard. It was as if something was trying to force its way out. It went on for a while, but the platform was broken when the number of blows reached thirteen.

Whoooosh.

Up flew an artifact that everyone in the audience stared at intently.

"Not bad." Said Blind Sorcerer with a slight smile on his face.

The Cursed Swordsman nodded, but the cold around him increased manifold, and even his cloak began to be covered in a thin layer of ice.

"It might upset even my balance." Calmly said a person in black and white armor.

The thing that floated in the air was an eerie, black crown.