Chapter 275: 275 Transferring Magic Crystals (Requesting Monthly Tickets! Requesting Subscriptions!)
"Boom!"
At that moment, Solok not only unleashed his strongest power, he also squandered his spiritual power to the utmost.
Under his outburst, the terrifying spiritual power crushed down on Rieger like a physical force, pinning him firmly in place.
This was a counterattack intended to put him in a do-or-die situation.
At least, that was what Solok had planned.
Thus, he had hidden his spiritual power until now, only fully unleashing it at this moment, pushing his physical strength to the limit as well. His sword strike was fast and fierce, vaguely surpassing the expected standard of a swordsman, barely touching the supreme domain of a Sword Saint.
If someone were watching Solok at this very moment, they would see that his sword, whether in angle, trajectory, or power, had broken through his own limits. All that others could see was a flash of light, a brilliant slash like a streak of radiance.
Under such circumstances, his sword hit the target successfully.
"Splurt!"
The swordsman clad in black, along with the thin mist around him, was cleaved by this flash-like strike.
The hooded head was completely severed from the neck, splitting the body in two, and it seemed as if time itself had stopped at that moment.
The distortion and ferocity still remained on Solok’s face.
The flash-like slash also did not lose momentum, splitting the ground nearby and the walls of the track, causing a roaring sound.
This scene, both eternal and instantaneous, was unforgettable to those fortunate enough to witness it.
However, even such a powerful burst and stunning sword from Solok failed to draw a single drop of blood from the black-clothed swordsman.
The decapitated figure gradually turned into a mist under Solok’s gaze.
"What...!?"
Solok’s expression drastically changed.
But by then, it was too late for him to react.
"Splurt!"
A blade protruded from the front of Solok’s chest, bringing with it a large trail of blood.
The black-clad figure had appeared behind Solok at some unknown time, stabbing him in the back and into his body, letting the blade tip penetrate through the front of his chest.
"————"
Solok’s form stiffened.
The spiritual power acting in the surroundings also quietly vanished in that instant.
"Your Highness!"
"Your Highness!"
The knights, still resisting stubbornly around, caught sight of this scene and each of them burst out with eyes wide in fury.
Rieger just coldly watched Solok, who was facing away from him, with a sword piercing through his body, his voice resonating.
"Did you think I wouldn’t be prepared for your Ginna Kingdom royal family’s inherited sword skills?"
"The entire continent knows that the people of your Ginna Kingdom royal family can wield War King Sword Skill and manipulate spiritual power. Do you think that by hiding this power and bursting forth at the last moment, you could catch me off guard?"
"Then I must say, you’re even more foolish than I thought."
Saying this, Rieger held onto Solok’s body and slowly pulled out his knife.
Blood immediately streamed everywhere, causing Solok’s body to seemingly lose all strength, and he collapsed.
He faced upwards, looking at the black-clad swordsman, his eyes not showing pain or despair, but filled with endless rage and madness.
"Tell... me..."
He stared intensely at Rieger, ignoring the blood still spurting from his chest, squeezing the words out of his throat.
"Who... are you..."
"Who... wants to kill me..."
"I... I..."
He was vomiting blood, yet still desperately questioning, as if he would not close his eyes until he had his answers.
To this, Rieger merely tilted his head slightly.
"Guess," he mocked in the same tone as Solok, "The answer isn’t hard; guess at your leisure in hell."
After leaving those words, Rieger turned around and walked away from Solok.
However...
"...I won’t let this be the end."
The dying Solok uttered these words, and an unusual magic power surged throughout his body.
Reiger paused mid-step, suddenly turning around.
What caught his eye was the sight of Solok vanishing into a pool of blood.
The moment a strange magical power emerged, a Magic Array suddenly appeared beneath Solok, who was lying in the blood pool, and he disappeared into particles of light amidst the glow of the Magic Array.
As Reiger turned around, Solok had just disappeared, and the Magic Array also shattered right before his eyes.
This caused Reiger’s eyes to narrow as he rushed to the pool of blood.
By then, however, Solok had already disappeared, leaving only a shattered crystal on the ground, devoid of all radiance.
"..."
Reiger stayed silent for a long time, his eyebrows furrowed beneath his hood.
He picked up the shattered crystal, and after one glance, he confirmed something.
"A teleportation crystal...huh?"
Teleportation crystal.
As the name implies, this is a crystal embedded with spatial teleportation spell formulas.
It is commonly known as a teleportation device, its function being to instantly transport its user to a pre-set location, achieving instantaneous movement.
This type of magical device is extremely precious.
Firstly, only Construction Mages of tactical level or above can create such magical devices.
Secondly, the mage must also be proficient in spatial magic or seek assistance from a magician who is proficient in this field to complete the creation.
And spatial magic is one that requires a certain aptitude in hypothetical frameworks to practice.
The difficulty of mastering this magic system is extremely high, and the conditions are particularly stringent. Typically, it is rare to find a practitioner in a hundred years.
A teleportation crystal can only be produced by combining the expertise of a "tactical level Construction Mage" and a "spatial magic practitioner," and the quality of the crystal used must be of the highest grade; otherwise, it cannot be inscribed with a teleportation formula, thus failing to produce a teleportation crystal.
Due to these numerous constraints, the creation of a teleportation crystal is incredibly challenging, and its availability is exceedingly rare, making it a treasure of unparalleled value.
Most importantly, this crystal only works once, only one effect.
In other words, this is a one-time-use magical device, its quantity diminishing with each use.
This indicates just how scarce and precious these crystal devices are.
"Did that mad dog prince really have such treasures hidden on him?"
Reiger realized that he had underestimated this fellow’s resources.
Whether it was the earlier potion with its potent healing effects or this teleportation crystal, both were coveted items that common folk could hardly dream of obtaining, not to mention lesser nobility—even many high nobles might not possess them.
Especially a teleportation crystal, such treasures are not abundant even across the entire continent of Akasha, and not every King might own one. It is truly surprising that Solok, the third prince, had one.
However, its existence undoubtedly declared one thing to Reiger.
That is, his assassination mission had failed.
"Escaped by the skin of his teeth, that mad dog."
Reiger stored the shattered crystal in the storage space of his dimension cube, and his furrowed brows gradually relaxed.
"It’s fine. Forcing him to use such a life-saving treasure also makes this trip worthwhile."
Reiger no longer dwelled on this matter, glancing around the entire hall.
In the hall, the knights who served Solok lost their will to fight as soon as their master escaped. Some even gave up resisting in despair, desperately trying to flee, attempting to escape this slaughterhouse.
Reiger swept his gaze over them and no longer paid attention, instead turning to look at a corner, to the Brielhot family, who were sitting there holding their heads, shivering and screaming ceaselessly.
In his mind, memories of this family continuously surfaced.
According to the original host’s memory, everyone from the Brielhot family was undoubtedly unsavory.
His grandfather had always been dissatisfied with being a farmer, always thinking about escaping poverty and becoming wealthy. However, the only practical action he took was to curry favor with the lord, Baron Kaffereld, never considering changing his own family’s status and destiny by his own efforts but instead pinning his hopes on the so-called recognition from important people, fantasizing about ascending rapidly to wealth overnight.
His father spent most of his time complaining about his own parents, lamenting why they had to give birth to him. If it weren’t for them, he might have been born into a wealthy family, even a noble family, where he could enjoy lavish feasts and a luxurious life, instead of being a mere farmer in a poor household.
His mother was not a good person either. It is said that she once attempted to marry into the Kaffereld baron’s family to become a noble lady, resorting to abandoning her family and shedding all dignity by directly approaching them with self-recommendation. However, she was expelled by Baron Kaffereld and, having no other choice and to avoid becoming homeless and starving, had to marry into the Brielhot family.
Under such circumstances, the original host’s grandfather always despised his daughter-in-law, who, in turn, always despised the original host’s father, and the original host’s father also despised the original host’s grandfather. The entire family was always full of mutual contempt, constantly arguing and creating trouble, gaining infamy even within Baron Kaffereld’s territory.
Naturally, the original host also constantly despised this family, their poverty, their vulgarity, their everything, and eventually, after discovering his own talents, chose to run away from home.
It can be said that the original host had no affection for this family at all, let alone Reiger, who could never regard them as his kin, as his family.
Thus, after glancing at these people, Reiger turned around and advanced forward while letting the fog envelop him.
The next second, Reiger vanished.
In the hall, the various automatons, having completed their assassination task, set fire to the place, burning it down.
Under the moonlit night, the secluded and dilapidated house was engulfed in a raging fire, gradually turning into ruins.