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Despite his confidence in his own strength, Asher felt a chill in his heart when facing such a non-human creature, and his body unconsciously broke out in a cold sweat.
"Hehehe..." A very eerie laugh rang out. Asher, already terrified by the "ghost's" identity, was now completely frozen. How did Guinevere provoke something like this?!
And speaking of which, how could Sister Morgan not have noticed when something like this entered the palace?! Isn't her perception very strong? Asher strongly suppressed the urge to get up and run now. Now was not the time; he had to figure out what this thing was. Asher stared intently at the ghost standing in front of him through the slit of his narrowed eyes. Guinevere was right; its face was indeed indistinct, but not because of the dark environment. It was because of some kind of spell or illusion. He could only see a blurred face, as if shrouded in a haze.
Its long hair danced in the air, and an unsettling coldness continuously emanated from its body. Even hidden deep in the warm covers, Asher felt no warmth at all.
Although he had undergone training before, Asher still couldn't bring himself to act when facing such a monster. I can't win... I definitely can't win against something like this. The moment he saw it, Asher had this feeling. The shadow did not move, only stood silently at the head of the bed. It suddenly grinned. In that instant, Asher felt countless goosebumps break out on his body.
It found me! For some reason, Asher felt that his feigned sleep had been detected.
The shadow slowly approached, floating gently in mid-air, letting out a slight, eerie chuckle. Asher felt an increasing, indescribable sense of oppression. This pressure made his body completely unable to move, and his breathing became very difficult. He didn't know if this was the shadow's ability or stemmed from his own inner fear. The shadow slowly floated down to the head of the bed. It extended its hand. In the darkness, the hand was pale and withered, like a decaying corpse.
Suddenly, the rain outside seemed to stop. In the darkness, the shadow's long hair twisted rapidly. It slowly bent down and reached out towards the girl beside Asher. Its target, from beginning to end, was only Guinevere! A terrifyingly cold aura enveloped them.
Looking at the hand reaching for Guinevere, Asher suddenly felt his mind clear, a surge in his heart, and his heartbeat quickening. This surge then gradually turned into a surge of anger. What was all that training in this world for? Accepting Morgan and Scathach's training?
Was defeating Shishou just talk? I haven't even made a move, why should I be afraid? And let it brazenly attack Guinevere. What's the point of the promise I made to her earlier?
The shadow had clearly noticed that he was awake, yet in this situation, it still attacked Guinevere. It firmly believed that Asher was too afraid to act, and that last strange laugh was proof of its mockery. Asher clenched his teeth tightly, a stinging pain constantly coming from his palm due to his fingernails, but this also gradually warmed up his previously stiff body. Just as the shadow's hand was about to touch Guinevere's face, Asher opened his eyes. In the darkness, his brilliant golden pupils shone like daylight.
"I" The shadow noticed the voice coming from the young man lying beside it and turned to look. A light glowed at Asher's fingertips.
"Go to hell!" He threw a punch, and a fist of ice as hard as steel shot towards the shadow in mid-air. The ice pierced through the shadow's body, and a piercing scream filled the room, a sharp sound like something puncturing eardrums. Asher scooped up Guinevere, who had just been startled awake by the sound. He took a step forward and quickly retreated backward.
"Arthur, that's it! The ghost that entered my room!"
Guinevere fully awoke from her confusion, her pupils wide, staring intently at the shadow covering its head and screaming. "You killed it?" Guinevere looked at Asher, who was holding her horizontally. Asher stared grimly at the shadow and whispered, "It's not dead. Let's get out of here first." Another Asher appeared in the room. This was an illusion, one of the abilities Morgan had taught him, now used to draw fire.
Asher lifted Guinevere horizontally, disregarding the girl's gasps of surprise, and took a step towards the window. But in that instant, countless strands of long hair swept over from behind, completely sealing the window. A deeper darkness enveloped the room. And the illusion was pierced through the heart by a single strand of hair, instantly vanishing. This shadow possessed intelligence; its target was clearly Guinevere.
"Step back," Asher said, lowering Guinevere and slightly tilting his head. Asher had no time to think why Guinevere would attract such a creature. The most crucial thing now was to protect her. Guinevere retreated in small steps, then looked back at the shadow uneasily, before looking at Asher. "Arthur..."
"Let's talk about explanations later. Stand to the side."
Asher finished speaking, tightly gripping the Sword of Selection he had just drawn, and slashed towards the window... behind the shadow. A golden light surged towards the dense hair at the head of the bed, a golden beam piercing the night. But almost in that instant, the hair once again enveloped the window.
The shadow floated lightly towards Guinevere, seemingly not paying Asher any mind. Asher gripped the Sword of Selection and took half a step back, perfectly blocking Guinevere. His body was trembling, but he didn't retreat another half-step. He had already promised Guinevere he would protect her, and she had also helped him before. If he ran now, he probably wouldn't be able to accept it himself.
The shadow gradually approached. Asher breathed lightly, his gaze fixed on this creature that seemed to envelop the entire room. Just then, a thread fell into Asher's sight. Asher's body twitched slightly, feeling his weakened body gradually recovering. He raised the Sword of Selection in his hand and threw it fiercely in the direction of the shadow.
"Die!" The shadow's forward movement stopped. It slightly turned sideways to avoid the attack, but at this moment, the invisible thread suddenly tightened. The Sword of Selection, with the certain-hit ability attached by Asher's throw, was unavoidable for the shadow!
Swish! The blade of the Sword of Selection glowed with an icy blue light. This was the Rune script Asher had applied to the sword. Even if it couldn't kill the shadow, it could slow down its movements.
Clang! The Sword of Selection pierced into the shadow.
However, unexpectedly, a crisp sound came from the Sword of Selection as it pierced the shadow's body. Then, this Caliburn broke into two pieces and fell powerlessly to the ground. Asher's pupils slightly contracted, looking at this scene with some disbelief. Why? I just threw the sword, but it broke upon touching the shadow? The ice shards just now weren't that easy to break...
"Sigh." Asher seemed to hear a faint sigh from the darkness. Then, countless strands of hair enveloped him from all directions.
"Arthur!" Guinevere cried out in alarm, quickly reaching out to grab Asher. But at this moment, the sweeping long hair bound Guinevere tightly, her fair skin constricted by the strands of hair. What to do... what to do?! Asher tightly clenched his fists. The long hair was forming a ball to envelop him. The chilling sensation, as if life itself was being devoured, was so terrifying. He felt his body's strength gradually draining, and his eyes slowly closed.
Thump, thump! His heart violently contracted, and Asher felt his mind go blank. A strange feeling emerged spontaneously. Deep within Asher's heart, a voice seemed to roar. Then, as if two souls overlapped, he suddenly opened his eyes.
"Get out!" This voice was like a divine decree. The surging long hair retreated rapidly as if obeying Asher's words, finally disappearing completely from the room.
After that word fell, Asher felt the magic in his body
completely dry up. His legs went weak, and Guinevere, quick to react, quickly supported him.
The shadow seemed stunned, but after a brief hesitation, it raised its hand again. And at this moment, the air suddenly distorted. A crisp sound echoed in the darkness. It was a Word of Power, a Word of Power that controlled life and death. The voice said:
"Die."
The shadow, as if facing something terrifying, quickly retreated backward. In front of the window, the woman's beautiful face was as if covered in frost. She glanced at the young man who seemed to be losing his strength, then raised her eyes again.
Morgan Le Fay's cherry lips parted slightly, and a single word echoed. The domain centered around her transformed into a land of death, with the only exceptions being where Asher and Guinevere stood. Their positions seemed to be protected by a layer of light, isolating them from this power. The shadow shrieked, its body rapidly twisting, and it rushed out towards the window. Morgan did not pursue, simply staring coldly at the shadow.
Boom! In mid-air, a red spear transformed into a lightning bolt striking the shadow. A halo of light, like lightning, rose out of thin air under the night sky. This was the power of space, rendering any creature impaled by this distorted space immobile. Scathach stepped forward, and another red spear was hurled towards the shadow. The shadow struggled violently, its entire body twisting like an illusion. Before the red spear could strike, it vanished into the night.
"A monster capable of escaping restraints..." Scathach's eyes showed surprise. She turned to look at Morgan Le Fay in the room. "Why didn't you notice such a dangerous thing entering the palace? Didn't you set all the barriers?"
"I set the barriers. I can detect anyone who enters the palace," Morgan said slowly. Scathach was slightly stunned. "Meaning..." Morgan nodded slightly. "That thing, it was probably in the palace from the very beginning...
A very, very long time ago, it was already in the palace."
"As for why it suddenly attacked here, I suppose we'll have to ask our Princess Guinevere." Morgan finished speaking, her gaze shifting to Guinevere.
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