Chapter 61: Tempering of Power
The second day passed in a flash.
The third day passed in an instant.
From the moment of teleportation, for three whole days and nights, Midy and Weissman were constantly repeating the initial cat-and-mouse game.
For three days, Midei had a total of less than six hours of sleep. Most of the time he was fleeing, and the rest was fighting and bandaging his wounds, or searching for water sources. If it weren't for the experience of being reborn as a twenty-year-old adventurer that made him navigate the jungle with ease, his efficiency and speed far surpassing those of the female ghost swordsmen, Midei would have died long ago under such intense pursuit.
However, Weissman's soul wave tracking spell, combined with the female ghost swords' endless physical strength and powerful recovery ability, stuck to Middy's back like a gadfly.
At best, Meddy managed to shake them off for an hour before being caught up with once again, and a few more wounds were added.
Another night of fierce battle.
Accompanied by the crisp bird calls and the cold winter wind, the dawn of the fourth day finally arrived.
Looking at the wounds of all sizes on his body, feeling the fatigue and trembling coming from his limbs, licking his dry and cracked lips, Midei felt that he was like a strong crossbow at the end. Midei didn't know how much farther he could run, his hands were almost unable to lift up anymore. Both mentally and physically, he had reached his limit.
But Waisman was still behind and full of spirit.
A three-day pursuit, for a 45-level Death Knight, was probably as simple as taking a dog out for a walk. While commanding the female ghost swords to harass continuously, he himself slept soundly every night, with some contract demons serving him, without any consumption at all; every morning when he woke up, his spirit was exceptionally good.
Dawn became Meddy's most difficult time as he had to face Weissmann's strongest firepower.
Can we make it through today with the current state of being exhausted and drained?
Midi didn't know. But he wanted to try. Not with the desperate despair of a last-ditch battle, but with the hope of protecting the future, to wholeheartedly challenge this difficult fate.
In about a little while, the three tireless female ghost swordsmen would search for him in his area. Before that, Mide didn't plan to escape; he also didn't have any extra energy to escape. So, he simply closed his eyes, calmed his mind, regulated his breathing, and seized the time to make a final rest, so as to fight with the best state he could reach.
And then seize that faint but real thread of life.
But this time, he had just closed his eyes and entered a brief deep breath when he suddenly found himself trapped in an inescapable illusion.
Beneath was an endless abyss that could not be seen to the bottom, constantly spewing up pure black flames with a sulfuric breath.
Above is a vast expanse of blue sky, constantly pouring down pure white ice crystals with a sacred breath.
Light and shadow, ice and fire, white and black, the radiance of heaven and the fierce flames of hell, two completely different powers devouring each other, annihilating each other in this world, as if heaven and hell themselves had collided and merged into one!
In the midst of the darkness, a colossal icy sword hung suspended in mid-air, devoid of its scabbard.
Mephistopheles!
Compared to its initial form when it was first transformed, the Ghost God Sword has undergone a heaven-reversing and earth-overturning change after devouring countless ghosts and magic powers of enemies in a series of battles. It has become extremely large, with numerous intricate patterns emerging on the surface of the sword body, and an icy aura constantly overflowing from it, causing the air to freeze as well. The chill light tempered on the edge of the sword is even more terrifying, making one feel chills down their spine at a single glance.
The sword stood there motionless, as if it were the center of the entire world.
And in the next moment, as if awakened from a deep sleep, the Ghost Sword suddenly emitted a clear and crisp ringing sound, then began to vibrate violently!
After three days and nights of fleeing, Mide's internal strength had been thoroughly drained to the limit. Whether it was the surging magic power or the cold ghostly energy, or even the simplest physical and mental strength, all had dropped to their lowest points. It was precisely because of this that the Ghost God Sword's tremors were something that Mide's empty body could not withstand, and he could only accept them completely.
But soon, Mide discovered that his physical body had reached its limit, and yet, in this resonance, a brand new power was once again ignited.
Break through the limits!
Magic power, surging again, demonic energy, erupting once more, and physical strength and vitality, are actually recovering frantically!
But this newly born power, Medici was unable to control it. His will could only watch as everything was drawn into the resonance of the Ghost Sword, being pulled and tugged like a whirlpool, constantly flowing and eventually forming a massive vortex.
This vortex connected the radiance of the heavenly realm with the fierce flames of the demonic realm, like a pillar standing between heaven and earth, inspiring awe and reverence. Magical power, ghostly energy, physical strength, spirit, and even the aura of the Midgard soul were all crushed by this massive vortex and then merged into one.
Mysterious power of the ghost god, potential for transcending classes, will to fight triggered by the threat of death, strong desire to survive, unwavering thoughts, and yearning for reincarnation...
All of this, in this instant, within Mide's body, with the ghostly sword filled with chill as its core, merged into one.
Time and time again, the surging waves repeat themselves, as if the giant beast's inhalation and exhalation, the entire space is trembling in this rhythm. And with each breath, various different elements are crushed once, then filtered, washed, and refined.
In the midst of the clear sword hum and the surging waves, even Midie's own will began to waver.
That whirlpool is like a black hole, absorbing all will, erasing all self, leaving only the purest power.
In an instant, Meddy felt an enormous pressure, as if dozens of mountains were pressing down on his head. It was suffocating him, forcing him to yield, forcing him to abandon himself.
However, how could the pressure of just a few dozen mountain peaks really cause Midie to lose himself?
He is a reborn with twenty years of combat experience, having tasted countless despair and personally experienced death. In this life, he has just made a heavy oath to challenge this bumpy fate. On his shoulders, he bears not only his own destiny but also the destinies of his beloved Fina and Eris, the glory of the Aslex family, and the future of tens of thousands of vassals on their territory!
Since the sheer power vortex tried to make Midi submit, Midi's response was only one -
I'll conquer you!
Midi's eyes lit up with an unshakeable determination, and in the next instant, he shot towards the core of the whirlpool like a meteor, without any hesitation. The rapidly rotating wind eye suddenly paused when Midi charged in, then went into a frenzy, spinning at an even higher speed!
In an instant, this world woven from light and shadow, brightness and darkness, was swept up in a storm that destroyed everything.
And just as Midy was on this breakthrough level, time in the real world was also passing rapidly.
Three female ghost swords were tirelessly searching for Mide's location, when suddenly they simultaneously raised their heads - a strong power fluctuation was sweeping in, causing the sensitive female ghost swords to feel a chill all over their bodies. What puzzled them most was that the nature of this fluctuation was difficult to discern.
It's not the most common magical fluctuation, nor is it a pure holy light pulse, nor is it the rare warrior's fighting spirit, and of course, it's not that icy cold ghostly energy. The fluctuations of this power are so pure that even the attribute itself is excluded.
But at least, the center of the fluctuation is clear at a glance.
Three female ghost swordsmen immediately entered a combat stance, and in an instant, they had arrived from three different directions, surrounding the target that was causing the disturbance in the middle. The source of the disturbance was none other than Middy, whom they had been chasing for three days and three nights!
At this moment, Midy, who was always extremely vigilant, rarely did not make any counterattack. The black-haired boy sat cross-legged on the ground covered with dead leaves, his eyes closed tightly, his face pale, and from time to time, a abnormal red glow wandered under his bloodless skin.
"What a great opportunity!" A soft murmur of admiration arose.
Weissman? Newton slowly appeared, and this terrible necromancer was much stronger than the three female ghost swords once he got serious. And now, the strange non-attribute power fluctuations released from Middy seemed to have attracted him.
"This little guy has probably leveled up, not only leveled up but also had an epiphany, that's why it caused such a big commotion. Unfortunately, even if he reaches level 30, he won't have the chance anymore." Weissman spoke fluently, as if he was lecturing students in class, then he snapped his fingers crisply, "Now, bring me up, catch him alive!"
With this command, the three female ghosts moved at the same time, like three sharp swords drawn from their scabbards, charging towards Midy, who was still standing ten meters away with his eyes tightly closed.
But at that moment, Medea opened her eyes.
Suddenly, it was a pair of eyes burning with silver cold fire!
His gaze swept across, and three emotionless female ghost swords that didn't know pain were all covered in bruises.
The next moment, Mi Di sat like that and casually drew out a sword.
A sharp gust of wind suddenly rose, blowing Weissman's gray robe wildly, countless fallen leaves flew with the wind, making a loud noise. And the three female ghost swords had already been struck by some invisible force at the same time, they drew three trails in mid-air, spewing out countless blood, just like being hit by an extremely heavy siege hammer, as if they were kites with broken strings, and flew out directly!
When Mide's sword stopped, the fierce wind still took a long time to subside.
Weisman? Newton stood rooted to the spot.
"What is this?" For the first time, a rare look of shock, solemnity and severity appeared in the eyes of this seemingly carefree genius necromancer.
"Extreme Sword Art." Midei replied calmly, looking at his opponent with an extremely calm gaze.
Pieces of withered leaves drifted down from the air, amidst the crisp cracking sounds, around the necromancer's body, a dozen or so towering trees were cut in half at the waist and crashed to the ground, their broken ends smooth as silk.
