Chapter 404: Chapter 177 Spirit Wolf
Fast stared blankly ahead, with Lebius pressed tightly against him, thrusting the staff sword firmly into his heart. Endless cold spread from the slender metal, the chill of death gradually engulfing Fast.
Struggling to raise his hand, Fast’s movements were incredibly stiff at this moment. He tried to fight back, wanted to say something more, but absolute death interrupted it all.
Fast’s gaze dimmed, his body leaning powerlessly against Lebius, his life completely dissipated.
"Commanding School? What exactly is he commanding?"
Fast’s death did not panic Gold. He maintained absolute calmness, questioning as root tendrils broke through the ground, swiftly elevating him and Hood, extending more branches to try and block Lebius.
Lebius was too lethal. Like a skilled assassin, once he got close, under his exquisite ethereal skill, they could easily lose their lives.
Hood’s gaze was gloomy and trembling, a low voice emanated from his throat.
"He’s commanding... himself."
"Himself?"
Gold didn’t understand his words, but this was normal. There were not many deceitful enemies like Lebius in this world, let alone those facing him and surviving.
Fortunately, here was one person familiar with it all, because he too had participated in that secret war and survived by luck.
Hood realized who he was facing.
"Lebius Lovisa!"
Hood roared Lebius’s name, the booming sound waves spreading in a conical shape, like a sudden storm, covering the entire battlefield. Lebius had nowhere to hide and wasn’t planning to either.
Raising the staff sword, an ethereal barrier rose and spread before him, two ethereal forces clashing together, erupting dazzling sparks under the ethereal mutual exclusion.
"Lebius... Lovisa..."
Gold whispered the name, intelligence related to it exploded and spread in his mind.
The King’s Shield Guard was an organization split from the King’s Secret Sword, and their intelligence was partially shared.
He glanced around nervously. Gold knew very well that when Lebius appeared, his partner, that deadly Tiger Eye must be lurking nearby.
But no matter how Gold probed, he couldn’t detect Geoffrey’s presence, let alone the pack of wolves symbolizing Lebius.
What was happening?
"The pack is not here, Tiger Eye is not here either..." Gold murmured.
No wonder they failed to recognize Lebius at first, as in all records of the King’s Secret Sword or the King’s Shield Guard, Lebius was always accompanied by the pack, but this time he was alone.
Indeed, the guy wasn’t even wearing a mask, Lebius had left too hastily.
After the roaring sound wave passed, on the shattered ground, Lebius remained spotless.
Hood scrutinized the disability on Lebius’s right leg, which was the scar the Sixth Seat had left on him, but the supposedly crippled right leg was enveloped in a ghostly blue light, as was Lebius’s entire body covered in the same ethereal blue phantom.
"He used his own secret energy to command himself, the puppet is him, the puppet master is also him."
In Hood’s suppressive words, Gold recalled the records of Lebius’s secret energy.
Like Geoffrey, Lebius had set on an entirely different path to advance, and his secret energy had mutated into an entirely unfamiliar new secret energy.
Like Geoffrey, the Order Bureau had given Lebius the power to name it. He and Geoffrey had coincidentally come up with similar names.
"What an ordinary name."
Back then, Nesanel read the name of the secret energy and commented.
"Secret Energy: Pack of Wolves."
He thought for a moment and then said, "So, what are you? The Master of the Wolves? Commanding all Wolf Spirits... the Spirit Wolf?"
Gold stared blankly at Lebius, murmuring.
"Since... since he is Lebius..."
Gold thought of something, decisively launching an attack, but the target was not Lebius.
The dense roots grew and curled, attacking the spot where Fast’s body fell, trying to utterly destroy the corpse, but they only hit a pile of rubble.
A pitch-black shadow loomed over Gold’s head. He looked up, and Fast’s ghastly pale face came into view.
A roaring howl echoed, and the spreading sound waves threw Fast’s body heavily aside, like a ragged doll, slamming it into the ground.
But a few seconds later, the body got up again, holding a sharp sword.
The body suffered Hood’s angry roar head-on, but it didn’t shatter, only gaining many wounds on its surface, which meant nothing to the corpse.
While Hood roared, Lebius also launched an attack. He never believed the corpse could have any effect on the two of them; only he could end the battle.
The figure rapidly approached, and even with branches obstructing the way, they were cut down by a single sword from Lebius.
Lebius continued to approach. At this time, Hood also returned to defense. Facing the approaching Lebius, he no longer roared, but instead whispered softly.
"Retreat!"
The sound entered his ears, and chaotic illusions surfaced before Lebius’s eyes, which even slowed his advancing steps.
Gold found an opportunity, raised thorns, and like a whip blade filled with barbs, lashed towards Lebius.
Just as Lebius was about to be flayed, the corpse swung its sword to block the strike for Lebius, who then quickly regained his senses and retreated swiftly.
Their eyes interlocked, both of them warily watched each other, neither making a rash move.
"Fast’s corpse is controlled by a pack of wolves..."
Looking at the corpse beside Lebius, Hood said emotionlessly.
Gold nodded in agreement. They all knew the nature of Lebius’s secret energy and were clear about what was happening before them.
"That’s the downside of having too much fame."
Lebius said in a complaining tone, although there was no trace of complaint in his voice.
Back during the secret war, Lebius’s performance was extremely active. During the later attacks on time, his encounters with the Sixth Seat permanently engraved his name into the King’s Secret Sword.
Unfortunately, Lebius couldn’t kill the Sixth Seat, so the Sixth Seat returned alive to the Pillar of Royal Authority with information about Lebius, and thus Lebius’s secret energy nature was recorded in the King’s Secret Sword, shared now with the King’s Shield Guard.
"Lebius Lovisa, Secret Energy: Pack of Wolves, main school: Commanding School, derivative sub-school: Illusion Creation School, he can create a phantom-like Spirit Wolf, everything hosted by the Spirit Wolf will be commanded by him..."
Hood recited the records of Lebius, Fast’s body being hosted by the Spirit Wolf, becoming a member of Lebius’s wolf pack.
As for Lebius himself, he was also hosted by his own Spirit Wolf, allowing him to command his body through secret energy in battle, performing nearly impossible moves.
Like a dual amplification, under the hosting of the Spirit Wolf, the dual ether boosts Lebius, making his Ethereal Skills even more lethal, and these skills can also be applied to the commanded wolf pack.
Thus, when Lebius brings the pack of wolves, enemies face not only Lebius but also a terrifying group of nearly Origin School-like, undying Blade-Biting Wolves.
Lebius rubbed his ears, while Hood scrutinized him, he also scrutinized Hood; the experience tempered in blood and fire allowed Lebius to make a judgment.
"So... it’s the Deceitful Structure School?"
Lebius stared directly at Hood, the ethereal blue radiance gradually intensifying as the power of the Alchemy Matrix steadily rose.
"When you roar, you can release terrible impacts; when you whisper, you can create chaotic illusions... It’s related to your tone, isn’t it? Your tone is the trigger for releasing secret energy."
Hood remained silent, but his gradually clenched fist undoubtedly proved Lebius’s inference correct.
Lebius shook his head, unconcerned.
"Never mind, I can slowly test this."
Before he finished speaking, his figure once again rushed forward and clashed with Hood.
Within the Great Rift, numerous ether reactions rose and then extinguished, like a grand doomsday symphony, the blood and flesh brought by death were placed on the altar, pleasing those sinister beings.
From within the void came waves of mad laughter and excited applause.
Bologue sensed the waves of ether coming from afar; Lebius had already engaged with his opponent, and he himself needed to act quickly.
The Summoning Hand easily broke through the rock, forging a path. Bologue knew he was getting closer to Aimou.