School Transmigration: I, Chosen as the Saint by Dragons at the Start-Chapter 233 --Fiend

Suddenly, dozens of figures burst from beneath the snowy ground, one warrior wielding an Eastern Sea blade appeared and cleaved a member of the Sanctuary in two.

Following this, hundreds of warriors in similar attire charged from the perimeter toward the group.

These warriors didn’t seem particularly strong, but with the collective strength of the Sanctuary members restrained, their power posed a lethal threat.

Elder Kulaimi shouted, "To arms! Break through!"

Then, grabbing Zerath’s hand, he commanded, "You, come with me."

Leading the way, Kulaimi forged ahead with Zerath closely behind, with no time to look back at the chaos unfolding.

Kulaimi disregarded the fate of his other companions, channeling all the strength he could muster to surge forward.

Soon, the pair distanced themselves from the main troop.

A gleam of determination shone in Kulaimi’s eyes; they were not far from the boundary of the malevolent formation.

Just over the hill ahead, and they would be beyond its confines.

However, at that moment, an Eastern Sea swordsman appeared before them, plunging his sword into the snow.

With a light wave of his right hand, a thunderous roar erupted, and giant snowballs began tumbling down the hill toward Kulaimi and Zerath.

In the booming sound, snow from the hill cascaded down, creating layers of snow mist.

Kulaimi shielded Zerath behind him, his sword whirling to shatter the snowballs in front, while he also managed to send a few sword auras slicing through the snowballs rolling past them.

As the snowballs broke apart, the bodies of Eastern Sea warriors were revealed from within.

Such a despicable tactic.

Dozens descended from the hill, the leading Eastern Sea swordsman spoke, "To possess such strength and insight under the divine formation, you are indeed extraordinary."

Elder Kulaimi scoffed, "Divine? Seems more like the work of a Fiend. Pity that his minions aren’t much to speak of."

"Seeking death," the Eastern Sea swordsman barked angrily, charging forward in an instant.

Faced with Kulaimi’s provocation, his blood boiled, engaging in fierce combat with the elder.

"Could I have underestimated you?" Kulaimi’s pupils narrowed, realizing the Eastern Sea swordsman’s strength matched his own.

Though he remained on guard, disdain predominated his thoughts.

"Hmph, there are more surprises in store than you can imagine!"

With a cold snort, the swordsman employed some dark magic, causing the drifting snow mist to whirl around him, forming a cyclone that enveloped him.

The vicious cyclone, carrying snowflakes sharp as blades, occasionally shot out a few flakes that pierced the hard snow ground, burrowing deep below.

"What formidable martial skill!" exclaimed those from the Eastern Sea behind him, taken aback.

"A frog in the well," Elder Kulaimi couldn’t help but sneer.

Yet, he could not afford to be careless at this moment.

As arcanergy surged around both fighters, the snowy field seemed to grow colder and more solemn.

The Eastern Sea onlookers quieted down, their gazes fixed on the two combatants.

It appeared they no longer cared about the outcome, merely wishing to witness who among them would prove superior.

A chill wind blew as Elder Kulaimi took the initiative, charging directly at the Eastern Sea swordsman, clearly aiming for a swift resolution. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Under the gaze of the Eastern Sea onlookers, Elder Kulaimi, like a shadow of a sword, darted across the snowy ground, weaving back and forth.

The Eastern Sea swordsman appeared remarkably calm, his body moving elegantly, dodging Kulaimi’s attacks at the last possible moment with each cross.

His summoned dark magic was also at work, with snowflakes swirling around him, drifting away from the swordsman, and the whirlwind that surrounded his body followed the snowflakes, slicing towards the charging Kulaimi.

After fending off the snowflake attacks, Elder Kulaimi inwardly lamented.

Years without a significant battle had evidently made his moves somewhat rusty.

However, he did not cease his attack, continuing to launch fierce sword auras at the Eastern Sea swordsman.

The swordsman, realizing Kulaimi’s intent, sneered, "Thinking of ending this quickly? You no longer possess such strength."

"Perhaps," Elder Kulaimi sneered back.

Without waiting for the Eastern Sea swordsman to respond, Kulaimi suddenly grabbed Zerath and threw him away.

In that instant, with incredible speed, he swooped towards the several dozen followers of the Eastern Sea swordsman.

Caught by surprise, the swordsman was unable to stop him, and a mist of blood followed; none of the Eastern Sea minions survived.

"Ha-ha-ha, so your goal was to let him escape!"

"Indeed, and now, without your henchmen, you also cannot stop me. A quick resolution is beyond you as well."

Desperately moving northward and after enduring numerous hardships to climb the snow mountain, Zerath finally encountered Elder Promi.

Seeing this, Promi couldn’t help but be startled, feeling the spark of hope ignited within Zerath’s memories.

It seemed he had no choice but to attempt a rescue of the people at the Sanctuary.

"Let’s go. I will see if the Sanctuary can withstand this calamity," Promi said.

Suddenly feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders, Zerath collapsed to the ground.

Observing Zerath collapsed, Promi added, "You stay here, no need to return."

"No," Zerath attempted to rise, "I must go back to save my master."

"There’s no need; you would be of no use. Stay here instead, I have a task for you," Promi declared decisively.

"Stand up first."

Struggling to his feet and barely steadying himself, Zerath felt Promi’s finger touch his chest, sending his soul nearly out of his body.

Acid reflux surged up his throat, and he began to cough violently, forced to crouch down to suppress the tears that threatened to spill.

"Quill, I leave this place to you."

Quill?

Who was that?

Zerath looked up, seeing Elder Promi speaking to him, and felt utterly baffled.

"I’ll take care of it, don’t worry," he heard himself respond to Elder Promi, his mind a whirl of confusion, momentarily losing consciousness.

"Then, I’m off."

Having said that, Promi vanished in a blink, descending the snow mountain swiftly.

Quill, a part of Promi, took over Zerath’s body, sitting cross-legged in front of the Illusion Cave, awaiting Owen’s return.

Elsewhere, Promi was swiftly flying towards the main peak of the Sanctuary.

It wasn’t long before he neared the location where Kulaimi and Zerath had broken through.

He descended rapidly, landing before the small hill where Kulaimi was locked in a decisive battle with the Eastern Sea swordsman.

The falling snow had concealed the bodies on the ground, leaving only an ice figure visible atop the snowy field.

As Promi approached, he recognized that the ice figure was Kulaimi.

The sword in Kulaimi’s hand was deeply embedded in the snow.

With a gentle sweep of his left hand in front of him, the ice and snow around Kulaimi, within a three-meter radius, silently melted and evaporated, fully revealing Kulaimi’s body, beneath which lay the corpse of the Eastern Sea swordsman.

Promi slowly pried open Kulaimi’s tightly clenched hand, taking the sword from his grasp.

With a flick of his wrist, the corpse of the Eastern Sea swordsman was sent flying dozens of meters away, crashing into pieces.

Promi unleashed a sword aura, creating a pit in front of him.

He placed Kulaimi’s body into the pit, covered it with soil and snow, and planted the sword at the head of the grave, crafting a tomb for Kulaimi in this manner.

Promi could already feel a peculiar and sinister pressure ahead.

His heart grew heavier, and instead of continuing to fly, he proceeded cautiously towards the main peak on foot.

Along the way, the ground was littered with the bodies of both Eastern Sea people and Sanctuary members, the ratio roughly one to one.

It seemed, as Zerath’s memories had shown, that among the Eastern Sea people, only one possessed Fiend-like combat strength, while the others were not particularly strong.

The tragic scenes along the way did not shake Promi’s resolve.

He gradually approached the main peak of the Sanctuary, finding ever more bodies.

Finally, at the foot of the mountain, he saw the Fiend waiting for him.

In front of this Fiend, many corpses were lifted into the air and segregated into several piles, with the Fiend facing him, orchestrating this grim display.

Mizlo and two Eastern Sea swordsmen were grouped together, beside Syshu lay a ninja, and next to Deshu were seven Eastern Sea swordsmen.

Promi watched the Fiend’s masked face, seemingly indifferent on the surface.

"Oh, and an old woman," the Fiend suddenly spoke.

"That madwoman was quite formidable, her rapier took down nine of my ninjas. But now, she’s down an arm and has two holes in her leg, guarding that final peak."

Meldir is still alive?

Promi’s gaze shifted towards the main peak, where Eastern Sea people continued their mad ascent towards the summit, with the last of the Sanctuary’s disciples being pushed back step by step.

"Take off your mask," Promi said.

...

Just as Anna within the Boundary Rift had mentioned, Owen indeed stepped into another layer of illusion.

However, according to Anna from the Boundary Rift, this current layer of illusion was different from the Boundary Rift they were in; this illusion was entirely false, whereas the Boundary Rift where Rose resided was real.

To save Rose, he must find a way to sustain that Boundary Rift within three years.