Super Righteous Player
Chapter 674 - 215 Skeletal Duke: You Are Right_1

Chapter 674: Chapter 215 Skeletal Duke: You Are Right_1

What truly differentiates the real Wind Dancers from the Modern Wind Walkers?

Perhaps the biggest difference is that... they never need to slow down under any conditions.

Because every obstacle, in front of them, is simply non-existent—

As the wandering child twirled the hoop in his hand, the silver bracelet on his right wrist began to shine with an increasingly bright light.

Dark green runic inscriptions made up of elven characters flowed out from the carrier, from his right wrist, through the bronze hoop sparkling with a golden radiance to his left hand, shackling to his left wrist like manacles.

The ground cracked and melted away, receding to both sides, forming a straight, downward tunnel.

Wind and water were like invisible wings, enfolding everyone—when they got too close to an obstacle, they would be gently bounced back by the soft currents.

The overall experience was like sitting inside one of those transparent bouncy balls, dropped from the sky—straight into the hole.

Amidst the elastic vibrations and repeated collisions, they fell into the passage opened by the wandering child. The underground passage, angled downwards, resembled the curve of a suture needle sliding out from the ground.

It allowed the three of them and a cat to fall into the earth’s depths without hardly any reduction in speed.

—This was to allow the external air to replace the internal, preventing the underground from being sealed off for too long and suffocating them.

"Alright, we’re here..."

Upon making contact with the original underground cavity, the wandering child dispelled the "Tunnel Spell."

It was also his first opportunity to use this type of elven spell—this spell that melted the surrounding rock layers in an instant. If used in a city, or even just on a mountain, it could likely result in an immediate warrant for his arrest.

Although not lethal, it was indeed considered a "highly destructive" spell. The only requirement was that it had to be used "at maximum acceleration" while in the air.

All he had to do was activate "Wind Dance Steps" in mid-air to freely fall, and then unleash the Tunnel Spell, melting away any passing buildings and their defenses as effortlessly as a meteor...

"—’Light.’"

After a successful landing, Longjing Tea muttered nonchalantly.

He raised his left hand, clad in a red glove, high-fived the other two, and then patted the cat.

Following that, every place touched by his left hand began to gleam with a faint light.

The brightness was a bit dazzling, but at least it illuminated the surroundings.

Especially for Defu, who habitually wore a chocolate body—she dashed around the tunnel, leaving behind streaks of white traces on the retina that resembled meteors. It also made her like a small spotlight, brightening the vicinity immensely.

"This place..."

Longjing Tea frowned slightly, immersing himself in thought.

He couldn’t immediately discern the purpose of this space.

The room looked as though it hadn’t been visited for hundreds of years, so much so that thick dust covered everything, and the walls showed signs of corrosion.

But it was apparent that it was a vast space.

"...It’s a bit like a giant version of an underground parking garage."

Savory Goose commented sarcastically: "The kind with at least ten meters high ceilings."

"But these rooms are only about two or three meters high."

Longjing Tea looked at one of the rooms.

Just as Savory Goose mentioned—these "buildings" looked somewhat like garages. Square spaces of about twenty to thirty square meters... What else could they be described as? Petrified tents?

And such "tents" were connected one after another.

Some in groups of five or six, some in groups of seven or eight. Stacked haphazardly together, they looked like a maze.

...But if this was supposed to be a maze, it was somewhat embarrassing.

Because at this height, one could easily jump up on top of it.

What’s the point of a maze you can simply hop over the walls?

"Shall we open it and have a look?"

Defu suggested: "Let Tian Ge do it with one sword strike?"

"No need."

The child vetoed: "What if there is an explosive inside?

"This thing is somewhat like stone... It’s better if I handle it."

As he spoke, he once again lifted the bronze blade wheel in his hand.

As the curse flowed out from the artifact again, he started slowly rotating it like a steering wheel—

Soon, the layer of the building closest to them was melted.

It didn’t become scorching lava... but rather a dull, thick liquid like cement. Mixed with dust and soil, it hastily solidified again into the shape of a small mound of earth.

"I meant to make stairs... but this will do, makeshift is fine."

The child breathed a sigh of relief.

For him, melting all the surrounding rocks in one breath wasn’t particularly difficult... but precisely controlling the melting of a wall and having it flow toward him to avoid contaminating or damaging the contents inside required a lot of technique.

"You really need to practice this more when you get back,"

Longjing Tea commented, "After all, you’re currently unrivaled when it comes to breaking and entering—no need to unlock doors, you just steal people’s walls directly.

"Next time, see if you can melt a hole directly through. Ideally, you would be able to repair it when we leave."

"...You’re asking too much of me."

The child made a bitter face.

It was only after he had advanced to Wind Dancer that he understood why "Jungle Walkers" at that stage had to control vines, earth, air, and flowing water to attack—everything served their ability to fly.

Wind Dancers are not helicopters, nor can they simply step on one foot to fly into the sky. They are more like Mario with a super leaf, requiring a sprint before they can take off into the air.

All their unique combat abilities were related to their flying state—some required high speed, some required staying high above the ground, while others demanded low-altitude flight.

So, controlling the earth, water, vines, and other objects to create a "sprint zone," such as a raised platform, a solid ice surface, or just propelling oneself instantaneously into the air with vines or air to attain high speed, was a very convenient and advantageous tactic.

Proper Wind Dancers actually also needed to wear metal boots, the purpose of which was to balance their center of gravity—to prevent them from hitting the ground face-first after taking off with their weapons.

But the child was still a novice Wind Dancer... The more powerful Wind Dancers were, the lighter they became, as they had gained the favor of the storm. But the child still weighed fifty kilograms.

This was probably the storm giving them the cold shoulder.

"Cleanse."

Longjing Tea chanted the Decree again.

The halo of Cleanse that could scatter all "impurities" around erupted from his raised left hand, adorned with red gloves.

Dust, mud, grime—all were swept away in the blink of an eye.

Directly afterwards, Defu, bright as a searchlight, dove in.

Unlike the delicious wind geese.

From the very beginning, Longjing Tea had positioned himself as a support team member.

What makes a good support?

Healing, control, debuff-cleansing, acceleration, damage amplification...

In short, a good support is one that attends to the needs of the carry comfortably.

Therefore, spells like "illumination" and "Cleanse" were ones he actually learned quite a few of. For the average Wizard, because of the limited spell slots, they would hardly touch such spells... instead, they preferred to form their own "set" of spells.

Excess spell slots would then be used for learning these "extra spells" that improve the quality of life or travel experience.

However, the vision of Longjing Tea was not confined by the era—perhaps it was also because as a "player" he could absolutely trust his teammates, allowing him as a Wizard to completely disregard the possibility of "going out alone."

This radiant Decree spell, in dark places, can also be used to stun, blind, or tag invisible opponents to reveal them; while the impurity-dispelling spell seemed even more useless but actually many poisonous, vision-obscuring things like smoke, dust, mud, acid could be cleaned away by it, so it was in fact a powerful tool for controlling the battlefield terrain.

The spells he carried were the kind that "seemed to be of little use," but always proved effective.

"...Meow? What is this..."

Surprised, Defu couldn’t help but speak in cat talk.

"What’s wrong?"

Longjing Tea approached.

And then he saw, a skeleton sitting upright in a chair.

"...It’s a corpse."

Defu sniffed it, licked it with a look of disgust, and then confirmed more information with the skill "Hunter’s Intuition": "It’s a body from at least a hundred years ago..."

"...Could this be the place where the Skeletal Emperor buried his citizens?"

The wandering child couldn’t help but say.

However, just then.

An odd chill suddenly swept over their bodies...

Fear gripped their hearts, and they couldn’t move a muscle.

And a deep, echoing, and ancient voice arose behind them:

"I am listening... you are right."

It wasn’t like in the gallery, plunging them into a nightmare.

Instead, it filled them with an increasingly icy terror, stiffening their bodies and soaking their backs with cold sweat—

The creaking of heavy metal boots on dust, clear and distinct, came from behind them.

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