The Record of Unusual Creatures

Chapter 1277: The Omnipresent Light

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Hao Ren was very frank. Rudolph III and Grand Duke Loen knew time was running out; it was too late for them to send an envoy to another kingdom to test out the effect of the lifeblood on the Sunscorch Tower. Not only did it require troublesome diplomatic procedures and explaining the origin as well as function of the lifeblood to the neighbor, time was also needed for testing and bringing the results back. If it were found useful, they would have to send the lifeblood to all other kingdoms. By the time the dust settled, everyone would be dead.”

Now, the forces of Chaos had blocked off the entire world; each kingdom was like an isolated island in the darkness. The teleportation between them was useless, and the magic communication network only worked intermittently. The only way to make contact with other kingdoms would be to travel on foot. But persons like Veronica, who could traverse through the realm of Chaos and came out alive, were one in a million. After discussing with his think tank, the king felt that sending the lifeblood sample to another kingdom for testing was a no-go.

But they could not merely set aside the ancient relic that the ancient guardian had taken out. Even Grand Duke Loen was tempted. What if the lifeblood works? he thought.

“I have something to say.” Princess Veronica stood up. “The Guardian has helped us more than once. If he has any ill intentions, he would have all the opportunity to do it: he did not have to save us in Mount Cassouin and Kingdom of Taros would have lost its last bloodline, and the flame of Sunscorch Tower would go out. So, Uncle Loen, it would be indecent to be still suspicious of the ancient guardian’s intention.”

Grand Duke Loen’s brows knit together. “I am not questioning Guardian himself, but I have never heard of the lifeblood.”

“The Sunscorch Tower is a Sanctumese technology, and I have said that it is not a problem. Can you still come out with other conclusions?” Hao Ren said.

“Why not we try it?” Rudolfph III took a step forward and interrupted the meaningless argument. “Time is up, and we can’t afford to be overly cautious. Veronica is not the best person to ignite the furnace. I am talking about her talent as a king, but she is better to be on the battlefield; she is a gifted commander. If she lights the furnace, then the kingdom will not have one more wise king but one less future general.”

The king’s assessment of her daughter was still quite euphemistic.

Since there was no more objection, Hao Ren did not say any further but placed the one-meter-tall metal container beside the pool.

Earlier, he had already learned about the lighting ceremony from Ania. The most important part of the ceremony was to let the bloodline heir stand beside the white crystal and draw blood into the pool. The built-in magic circle of the Sunscorch Tower would do the rest. During the process, the blood heir needed to always stand on the ‘altar,’ not only to keep the blood flowing, but also to let the magic circle continue to extract strength from the heir’s body until the flame restored to its full glory.

But now he would directly pour the ‘fuel’ into the pool, and the whole process should be straightforward.

When the tank opened, the fresh blood squirmed like a mollusk, pushing and rushing toward the valve. When the liquid was about to go into the pool, a thought suddenly crossed Hao Ren’s mind. “Oh, how much blood did you guys usually use each time?”

Rudolph III replied casually, “It only takes twenty drops.”

“Holy shit!”

Hao Ren had injected the 100% lifeblood concentrate into the pool. The lifeblood came directly from the Goddess of Creation, which was so much more potent than that of Veronica. Hao Ren estimated that he had poured at least half a bucket of such thing into the pool.

The last thing Hao Ren saw was a glaring light spurting out from the pool and engulfing the white Crystal above. He then heard a loud bang as a temperature-less silver flame broke out. At that moment, there was only one thing in his mind:

I had indeed exploded.

A flash of light, coming from White City of Taros, was destined to be a mark of the history of Collow. This light hailed as the Pillar of the Dawn illuminated not only White City but also spanned space and time. In the blink of an eye, the light was visible in every kingdom in Collow, as if the darkness was about to end—it tore the night sky apart.

In the Kingdom of Torch, the Dune King, Olaf, was standing on the terrace with his queen, watching the desert, which was gradually sinking into the darkness, thinking about the same dark and chaotic future. The accidents occurred to his children and the Cult of Armageddon’s horrific conspiracy had overwhelmed the king, who was known for his bravery. The Sunscorch Tower, which was dimming, was reflected in his eyes. No new torch-bearer could reignite the furnace, and the tower was destined to go out in a few days. By then, the whole kingdom would meet its final destruction.

Just at this moment, a beam of light was reflected in the eyes of the Dune King. In a surprise, he looked up. In the direction of the black swamp and barren field, across the vast land of Chaos, was the Kingdom of Toras.

At the same time, the ruler of the Kingdom of Fimbulvinter had gotten down from her throne, and the crystal ball in the hands of the Witch Queen, Constance, gave off a dazzlingly bright light, and then it shattered under the intense shock of energy. The queen saw an illusion in the surging magic; she almost stumbled down the steps, which destroyed her elegant and cold image. Standing in the hall, the queen ordered her servants, “Open the windows! Open the windows to the south!”

The light had already entered the hall through the gaps in the windows. As her servant rushed to push the beautiful windows open, Constance saw a beam of light flashed in the sky.

The magic emperor of the Zelorand Empire stood in front of the white crystal of the Sunscorch Tower. He ordered all his servants to leave him, leaving only his children standing in front of him. The old emperor took off his gorgeous heavy crown and robe, and then walked into the pool that burned in silver flame, slowly. The magic energy was making Emperor Hector’s hair glow in blue. He took a deep breath and prepared to use his life to ignite the furnace.

His children, who had lost their power, stood in front of him. Some bit their lips, some were ashamed, and some were in tears.

“Remember, Zelorand Empire has stood for twelve centuries in the tide of Chaos. We did not become the world’s oldest and most glorious kingdom because we took the coward’s way out and scraped by.” The old emperor’s eyes shone with magical energy. “We have the most powerful magic, which can be used to protect the kingdom and the people. Our ancestors have done it. So I am. You should too.”

The arcane energy began to surge in the blood veins of the emperor, and the remaining power in his bloodline was about to ignite. But just before it went out of control, the old emperor suddenly stopped.

It was not him that wanted to stop, but the white crystal was suddenly filled with energy. The energy system of the Sunscorch Tower seemed to be charged when the divine power of Order directly cut off the magic of Hector.

The emperor was shocked. His children looked at each other in awe. No one knew what had happened.

Suddenly, the entrance of the Sunscorch Tower opened. The guards outside the tower had defied the order and opened the door too early, but the great emperor had care less about it anymore.

Through the open entrance, he saw a radiance rising in the dark horizon. The light was bright and stable as if it were close at hand, and it seemed to be far away. As if the light had torn apart space and time, it was visible to every naked eye.

The mechanisms in the SunscorchTower started up when the energy that came out of nowhere filled its core.

The same scene was unfolding in every corner of Collow.

The light beam released by the complete burning of the lifeblood had distorted some of the rules of Collow dimension. It appeared in the eyes of everyone outside White City, even in the distant space far from Collow. When looking at it from any distance, the light source was of the same size and brightness, which was precisely the same as that of the Star of Creation.

The dazzling light column lasted for ten minutes, and then gradually dimmed. Perhaps this the energy releases was still not enough to dispel the Chaos in Collow when the light column dissipated, darkness came back before the eyes of everyone. But the light was a signal. When the light shone, it shook all the kingdoms.

On the southern border of Taros, Fort Raven had just recovered from the chaos.

Lily and Ulysses were discussing the Kingdom of Taros and the War of Chaos. The husky maiden felt that if she wanted to find Mr. Landlord, she had to figure out what kind of place she was in. So she was very particularly attentive. But the white light that suddenly illuminated the sky had caused considerable confusion, throwing everyone in the fort upside down. All the defending soldiers and beasts had seen the wonder.

After the white light disappeared, the wizards of the Fort Raven found that the Spire of Flames at the top of the fortress had mysteriously restored to its full glory.

Before Lily could figure out what happened, her adviser, the high-ranking monk Calaxus, had hurried over.

“Alpha, something is not right with the monster that we caught!”