Super Righteous Player
Chapter 440 - 437 Isaac Flamel_1

Chapter 440: Chapter 437 Isaac Flamel_1

"Pain Synchronization" and "Bookbind Shackles."

Both were spells that completely obviated the need for a trajectory and could target instantly.

Clarence was well aware that any spell with a trajectory would certainly be intercepted by the souls controlled by Bernadino...

The moment he took control of Bernadino, Clarence pulled his index finger from his temple.

He coolly ducked his body, avoiding a spiritual arrow that would have aimed for his brow in the future.

And with his blood-stained nail, he etched a slash at the center of his forehead.

As if it were a third eye.

"All people live in hell..."

Clarence uttered in a hoarse voice, chanting softly, "Others are hell."

—Twisted Spell: Malice Surge!

Grey surges radiated from him as the center, spreading outward.

The tempest blew the potions in the study about, shattering them, and those silently approaching transparent spiritual bodies were also caught by the force of the surge and blown away with it.

It was a visible, intense malice enveloped by violent curses—

a physical manifestation of evil intent, strong enough to drive an ordinary person mad in an instant or make a bronze-tier Transcendent vomit until losing the ability to fight.

It wasn’t much use against Transcendents above the silver tier, but for weightless spiritual bodies, the soul-based shock could at least blow them away directly.

The dense swarm of spiritual bodies between him and Bernadino was cleared out in an instant.

Although they would quickly fly back, but before that—

Just three seconds were needed!

Preparing a full-powered "Soul Erosion Arrow," powerful enough to grievously injure Bernadino or even kill him outright!

And the next moment, he suddenly clenched his right hand.

The sharp bone of a centaur’s finger passed through the air as if slicing through some firm silk thread with his nail.

—That was the fate he foresaw, "Bernadino is about to break free from control."

Defying this near-certain fate came at a great cost to Clarence.

His skin cracked instantly all over his body, blood streaming. It was as if countless small knives had cut his skin into pieces.

But fortunately, the moment Clarence cut off that fate, he already knew the answer:

Without hesitation, he extended his fingertips and split open the major artery in his throat.

Blood sprayed out, suddenly slowing in mid-air, transforming into spherical droplets hovering in place.

Time around the droplets seemed to slow down, and Bernadino’s chanting was reduced to a fraction of its speed, becoming especially dull and clumsy.

"You... this... barely..."

—Twisted Spell: Additional Time for the Dying!

"Envy lost..."

After drinking the potion, Clarence’s control over his strength wasn’t very precise. As he cut open his own carotid artery, he also severed his windpipe, which made his speech sound leaky and barely coherent.

But with all his might, still spraying blood and with his consciousness rapidly blurring, he reached out and pointed at Bernadino: "Wrath lost... Pride lost... Greed lost..."

Damn... this is bad...

There’s still so much mana, but the blood loss is too severe...

That’s all I can manage now... just let it go...

"Soul scattered..."

Before losing consciousness, Clarence released his last spell.

At his fingertips, a faint grey shade shot out.

Then Clarence lost consciousness due to excessive blood loss.

—Twisted Spell: Soul Erosion Arrow!

However, just then.

He didn’t see that the Soul Erosion Arrow passed directly through Bernadino’s body and hit a spiritual body behind him.

Upon collision with the Soul Erosion Arrow, the spiritual body’s expression turned extremely pained, instantly crystallized, then flaked off and turned to ash in the air.

After another two or three seconds, Bernardino finally freed himself completely from the Bookbind Shackles.

"Why bother..."

He sighed, "From the very start, you didn’t stand a chance."

His gemstone eyes lit up faintly as he sucked Clarence’s spiritual body into his belly.

Clarence’s body immediately lost all signs of life.

Then a spiritual body walked over, pulling Clarence’s corpse from the table.

It was about to throw the body into the swamp on the ground.

But something occurred to Bernardino.

The spiritual body stripped off its four nails and handed them to Bernardino. It then tossed Clarence’s body into the black mud, waiting as it slowly sank.

"The centaur’s finger bones..."

Bernardino scoffed, "Fate, severing fate. Until the end, you still believed in such a thing..."

If fate could be changed just by saying so, how could the centaur have come to such an end?

How could you have come to such an end?

Indeed, Bernardino had once heard of this as well.

—A Soul Reaping Wizard who steals hearts will have no equal in combat against others of the same tier.

Being able to read the opponent’s thoughts and tactics at any time, to interfere with their thought processes, to silently alter their strategies... and if the battle goes on for too long, to even erase all of the opponent’s memories completely, turning them into mindless puppets.

And the only two aspects of mental power that cannot be changed are "time" and "fate".

Attacks from the future and the past are unavoidable for them.

The power of fate is also something that the human heart cannot evade.

"Rest for a while, Clarence. When you wake up, you will serve me."

Bernardino whispered softly, "Don’t worry, friend. You are special...

"Apart from Lord Hugo, I’ll only take away your soul."

To him now... those useless, uninteresting souls no longer deserved to be "carried by his spirit".

The soul that had pushed Clarence’s corpse into the black mud returned expressionlessly, standing beside Bernardino.

If Annan were here, he would immediately recognize it... This was Denton’s soul.

It was Denton who had silently changed Clarence’s strategy, deleted the thoughts of "escape," "avoiding combat," and "prolonging the fight" from Clarence’s mind, forcing a Soul Reaping Wizard to launch a frontal assault on him.

And this was still the result of Bernardino holding back to preserve Clarence’s spiritual integrity.

—This was the absolute suppression that a senior wizard exerted over a junior wizard of the same sect.

"It’s time to meet the Tower Master."

Bernardino took a deep breath.

This wasn’t his first encounter with a being called "Tower Master".

But to challenge a living Tower Master was indeed a first for him.

However, his chances of winning were one thousand percent.

All transformation wizards were destined to be unable to defeat him at this point.

Because this time, he had brought his strongest spiritual body – even without a physical body, he might be the strongest Transcendent of this age.

Behind Bernardino, a man with white hair and green eyes stood silently.

Three invisible perpetual barriers twined around him, which also enveloped Bernardino.

—Trajectory Analysis.

—Inertia Refinement.

—Refraction Divine Mirror.

These were three layers of barrier designed specifically against transformation wizards.

Because Isaac Flamel... was the most popular inventor of "transformation spells" in recent times.

He once was the greatest transformation wizard in the world.

If it wasn’t for a student of his named Nicholas.