Super Righteous Player
Chapter 649 - 190 Eternal Maiden_1

Chapter 649: Chapter 190 Eternal Maiden_1

Although the Wizard had limited knowledge of ritual studies, he at least possessed some common sense.

Even though he had become a silver tier in just two months, the Wizard was genuinely a silver tier—he indeed had a Condensed Soul.

In order to harm him with a curse, at the very least, the more ordinary rituals would be ineffective.

Ascending the soul’s tier brought about absolute transcendental resistance.

At silver tier, even when facing a spell from a bronze tier, he would not be so fragile... However, the converse is also true; if the ability had nothing to do with transcendental power, the resistance would become meaningless.

—Just like "Shaper Jude," who had his head blown off by an arrow from Defu.

That was a veritable physical attack, which did not fall within the scope of spell resistance.

If Defu had used her transcendental ability as a Hunter—that is, activated her lock-opening ability to make the arrow incessantly track his body, then Jude could have deflected it.

At that time, Defu, who wasn’t even bronze tier, would most likely have her transcendental ability slide off Jude.

Generally speaking, the ability that is the easiest to "slide off" would be instant death curse killing; followed by illusion and location spells. Among spells of the same tier, those of the Decree School usually have the highest priority.

—While rituals have the lowest.

Yet, this curse ritual called "Moth’s Knot" was indeed effective. If the Wizard hadn’t noticed it early enough, and just so happened to have some understanding of this area, he would likely already be suffering from a high fever, unconscious, and powerless to resist.

Being able to curse kill himself effectively through a ritual.

This likely indicates that the other party is directly using high-grade materials and rituals—this "Lock of Youthful Senility," although seemingly just the golden locks of someone prematurely aged... If they truly reached old age prematurely, how could they still have golden hair?

The Wizard also didn’t quite understand how this was possible.

But he could clearly know...

If it were just an ordinary person being cursed to death, there would be no need to use such precious cursing materials.

In other words,

The other party already knew that he was a silver-tier Destroyer Wizard before attempting to curse-kill him.

Of course... the Wizard wasn’t actually a Destroyer Wizard.

—He was in fact a "Destroyer."

But this occupation is very rare; it is said that the current holders worldwide may not even total ten. Anyone who knows a bit about the transcendental world, upon sensing the sulfur smell on him, would think he is a Destroyer Wizard.

...Who in the world would assassinate a Destroyer Wizard in the middle of a bustling city?

Although the Wizard didn’t have the ability to explode upon death,

A typical Destroyer Wizard would explode after death. A silver-tier Destroyer Wizard’s explosion would be powerful enough to easily shatter an entire street!

Unless...

"Unless that person wanted you to explode in the middle of the city."

A somewhat familiar voice came from behind the Wizard.

The Wizard was slightly stunned and turned around.

There stood a handsome young man with honey-colored curly hair, his fair skin marred by scars of various kinds, his golden pupils reminiscent of liquor.

It was then that he realized the person who appeared behind him was the Sacrificial Saint he had just parted ways with not long ago... the one opposed to him, Henry Walden.

"Saint."

The Wizard respectfully bowed to him.

He asked curiously, "Hadn’t you left before? Why are you still here... Do you have another task?"

When he said the word "task," his eyes lit up.

"Ah, I’m actually not here for you."

Henry Walden shook his head and said calmly, "I just happened to spot an acquaintance and chased after her all the way here... only to lose track of her nearby.

"Just as I was about to leave, I suddenly detected the fluctuation of a curse being severed nearby. So I rushed over immediately."

As he said this, he glanced at the rope that had been burnt to a crisp.

After a slight hesitation, he asked, "The Moth’s Knot or the Foot-binding Rope?"

"It’s the Moth’s Knot."

Upon hearing this, the Hunter immediately replied, "Do you have any clues, Saint sir?"

"...A few. But I’m not quite certain."

Henry frowned slightly, "But I think you might have been an innocent bystander... She might actually be after me.

"If you hadn’t broken the curse, and I had come upon you passed out somewhere, I probably would’ve been drawn closer, and she would likely have killed you right then to set off..."

... So I’m basically a freaking bomb, huh?

The Hunter suddenly felt ridiculously pathetic.

He had just spent ages analyzing why the enemy would attack a Destroyer Wizard... Only to realize the plan was to use him as a trap to assassinate Saint Henry.

In this scheme, he was not considered a person but rather as a large, mobile, monster-attracting explosive trap...

Do Destroyer Wizards have no human rights?

I’m shivering with anger.

"So who exactly is it?"

The Hunter persisted in asking.

He earnestly asked, "I was almost killed by that person today... Even if it was just as a tool being used. But I still hope to get that person’s name."

"I could indeed tell you her name, considering she has plenty of enemies. You won’t make a difference."

Henry advised, "But I still wouldn’t want you to confront her... At least not before you advance to Gold. It’s better not to try to find her. Otherwise, you truly could die.

"She is truly a despicable assassin without any conscience or understanding of dignity – even when fighting against Gold as Silver or even Bronze, she would resort to curse, poison, ganging up, and all manner of vile methods. It’s possible you won’t even get to see her face before she kills you from a distance."

"Her?"

The Hunter then realized it was apparently a woman.

He shouldn’t have been so slow to catch on. But in front of this adversary, his recognition of gender seemed somewhat blurred...

The Hunter still hadn’t forgotten the meaningful look his sister had given him upon learning that the Mother of Moths and the Goddess of Cup had the ritual to transform males into young girls.

—Definitely my real sister.

"Yes, a lady."

The young saint with honey-colored hair nodded, "Her name is Ingrid. ’Eternal Maiden’ Ingrid."

"...Ingrid?"

The Hunter paused for a second.

Upon hearing the name, his first thought was of the Ingrid from the Gemini nightmare, who had long passed away.

The girl who was loved by Justus, whom he never managed to save... the same girl who studied under the Dream Eater, Seti, just like him.

An ordinary girl who had already died.

Is this... a coincidence of names?

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