The Oracle Paths Chapter 550
Advertisement
Chapter 553: 553
Chapter 553 – What The Heck?
Kyle looked at the resealed rift and the Undead army behind them and gave Will a sardonic look. ‘ Do you see any other options?’
Jake also frowned as he saw that they were surrounded on all sides. It was one thing not to be able to run away, but these High-Rank Evolvers probably weren’t going to let them explore the dungeon on their own either.
Anyhow, what on earth was a Dungeon Digestor? Was it an actual living thing or just some place built by sentient Digestors?
[Now that we’re stuck here, the Oracle System’s censorship seems to have been partially lifted.] Xi spoke demurely, confirming Grash’s statement. [A Dungeon Digestor is a real living thing. It is a Digestor of Rank 12 or above. With an exceptional and innate grasp of the Aether and its laws, they are able to use their knowledge and the Dream Aether’s framework to spawn Digestors of their choosing in their territory.]
‘ Was it worth censoring such a predictable secret?’ Jake slurred at the Oracle as he usually did to vent his frustration.
[… Probably not.]
What could Xi possibly answer to that? Since she had no control over this censorship, she could only accept it, no matter how annoying it was. As she obediently endured her master’s ranting, she searched her memories for any useful data and gasped in surprise when she found something against all odds.
[Ah!]
Xi?” Jake momentarily forgot to grouch as he registered her surprise. It was rare for his Oracle AI to react in such a cute way.
Somewhat mortified by her unbecoming reaction, she quickly explained,
[I think I know what these high-ranked Evolvers are up to by keeping us here.] Feeling Jake’s impatience, she refrained from prolonging the suspense. [The mountain we’re in now and everything within it can be considered part of the Dungeon Digestor. In addition to being under its control, our every move is tracked. As long as we walk on these rocks and breathe this air, it will know exactly where we are. But the Dungeon itself is not all that valuable. The most important part remains the Nexus, where the soul and memories of this Digestor are housed.As long as this organ exists, the Dungeon Digestor will always be able to re-establish a dungeon elsewhere even if it is destroyed. You can think of it as its brain.]
Jake was about to follow up with several more questions when something happened in the cave that caught his attention. The survivors of the various factions were huddled together in this cave, but it was still possible to tell at a glance which factions were the most threatening.
Advertisement
Besides the presence of a real army and the complete absence of refugees, their leaders, these high-ranked Evolvers had Aether signatures and auras that were hard to ignore. The old necromancer was one of them and he had already monopolized the entrance to one of the many tunnels.
His hundred or so golden-armored warriors had already joined him and were now standing in tight formation behind him. The Undead army trailing behind Jake and his group then broke off to join their master and the refugees hurriedly stepped aside to let their dead comrades pass.
It went without saying that these refugees who had lost several of their friends in the previous battle did not hold the necromancer in their hearts. Especially when their friends’ and family’s corpses were now serving a shady old man with questionable morals.
The other high-rank Evolvers and their factions did not look kindly on the necromancer’s army either. The grim and supercilious looks they were shooting at him left no doubt as to where they stood.
“Nelekai, how bold of you to use these valiant warriors’ souls to expand your army! Don’t tell me you intend to use their deaths to claim the Nexus?”
The one who had just shouted out in a thunderous and provocative manner was precisely the high-rank Evolver who had spoken back to him rudely a few moments earlier.
This man with long spiky black hair and blue eyes had a nasty temper and was easily provoked. His irises housing two golden star-shaped pupils and his long aquamarine sword half-sheathed which he was rhythmically stroking attracted the eye. He wore the loose, dark clothing of a martial artist, as well as a long overcoat with long sleeves to hide his hand movements. To round out this depiction, a savage feistiness seemed to surround him, so honed that the crowd had the uncanny inkling that they would be torn to shreds if they deigned to get any closer.
With his healthy tan, his lean muscles, his sharp jaw and his refined features, this young man couldn’t be called a pretty boy, but he should have enjoyed a decent success with the ladies. Too bad, that his bone-chilling and spooky aura was too ingrained in his character to allow him to get along with anyone.
Along with the veiled young woman whose entire body was draped in a thick dark cloth leaving her curves indistinguishable, they were the only two high-rank Evolvers without companions.
Naturally, upon being slandered squarely by this greenhorn, the one called Nelecai was not happy. He had not braved all these dangers and reached the point where he was to allow himself to be discredited by a lowlife, albeit of the same status as himself.
Advertisement
“This old man never asked for anyone’s opinion to have his way.” The necromancer declared loudly before adding with a sneer, “And so what if I do use these cannonfodders to replenish my troops? Whether I use them or not, they’re destined to die here. Don’t tell me you don’t know what’s going on in this place?”
The starry-eyed young man’s cheek muscles twitched as he took in this counter-argument brimming with contempt. A clear note chimed in the cave and before anyone could react, the warrior had already crossed the distance separating him from the necromancer, his aquamarine blade already drawn a few inches away from his throat.
Taken aback by such a stunning strike, the old man’s eyes widened in disbelief, but his serene face revealed no fear. Just before impact, a bony growth, coupled with a grayish energy force field intercepted the blade, halting its progress.
This was no mere stroke, and the sharp energy enveloping the blade ricocheted against these two obstructions without harming them. This prodigiously sharp energy was then deflected to the sides and two startled groans rang out a few feet from the skilled swordsman, as a huge trench ripped open the ground at their former position.
The two hooded figures who were about to ambush him retreated immediately after, even faster than they had been ambushed. As for the 100 golden-armored warriors serving the necromancer, they had no time to react and seven of them were instantly cut into dozens of pieces by the remnants of this sharp energy.
BANG!
The shockwave following the initial impact between the sword and this bony growth with a force field was finally heard and the closest refugees were blown to the other end of the cave before crashing helplessly against the walls. Surprisingly, none of them were severely injured and it was difficult to determine if this was a coincidence or an act of benevolence from the aggressive swordsman.
“Lost Divinities?” The starry-eyed young man murmured darkly as he recognized the two hooded attackers. “What are they doing here?
“Oh? You recognize them?” The necromancer croaked hoarsely. “You don’t have to know why they’re here! Now, die for this old man!”
A monstrous Death Energy blast erupted forth from his body, enveloping his opponent, his own troops as well as the other survivors who had unfortunately weathered the previous shockwave. If this was initially a source of pride, they now deeply regretted their tenacity. They would have been better off letting the wind blow them away with the others.
In a split second, their skin withered and their complexion paled. Their joints became sore, their muscles shriveled, and they felt their vision blurred and their hearing dulled. Even with their Evolver vitality, the victims affected by this rotting energy could barely slow the process down.
Within ten seconds, the weaker ones were transformed into desiccated mummies and their Death Mark activated, resurrecting them to join the rest of the Undead army.
The remaining tough guys managed to shake off the invasive energy using various techniques or their abundant vitality and constitution, but a few more wrinkles now marred their faces, showing that they had not escaped unscathed.
Some of these high-ranked Evolvers obviously had good bloodlines, as these wrinkles were slowly fading, but for the others it was a tragedy that they would remember and that would foster the universal hatred that most worlds had for necromancers and other degenerative magics.
The main one concerned, the swordsman, who had been washed by this Death Energy at close range, kept a straight face. His skin had quickly withered, but his killing intent had only intensified in response. When his star-shaped pupils lit up, projecting their holy light, it was the necromancer’s skin instead that began to corrode.
“Aaarrgh!”
The current of Death Energy was cut off and a cataclysmic explosion caused by the collision between the two energies pulled the two opponents apart. The bone armor and its force field shattered as the necromancer used the counter force of the explosion to rocket himself into the tunnel he had been standing at before.
The golden-armored warriors under his command scurried after him while the Undead army dispersed in small regiments into the other passages before anyone was in position to intercept them.
Half-kneeling in the opposite direction, the starry-eyed swordsman wiped the blood from his forehead with astonishment before his killing intent burst forth again. With superhuman speed, he sheathed his sword and dashed into the same tunnel where the necromancer had just vanished.
Almost simultaneously, dozens of hooded figures barely slower jumped out of the crowd and likewise disappeared into the same tunnel, chasing the swordsman.
All the while, Jake and the other refugees stood transfixed by this series of twists and turns, unable to comprehend what the heck they had just witnessed.
Tip: You can use left, right, A and D keyboard keys to browse between chapters.
Advertisement
- In Serial339 Chapters
Shikkaku Mon no Saikyou Kenja~ Sekai Saikyou no Kenja ga Sarani Tsuyoku Naru Tameni Tenseishimashita~
In a certain world, there was someone who excelled in magic combat, people called him 『Sage』. Seeking the strongest combat art, he devoted himself to research every magic and combat arts in existence. And the conclusion he arrived at was very cruel, 『My body is not fit for magic combat』. Yet he didn’t give up. He sealed his own soul with a magic art, and be reborn in a far-off future. And the magic theory in the completely changed world he saw there was of unbelievably low level.
8 1082 - In Serial11 Chapters
Breaker of Chains
**** This is the 2nd book in a series, the 1st book can be found here. http://royalroadl.com/fiction/8513 - Curse of the Forsaken **** The betrayal and murder of a wise king chosen by the gods condemns all of mankind in the world of Althos to pending extinction at the hands of a terrible curse. Abandoned by the Gods, Fate and Hope, humanity descends into madness and immorality. Now, with most of humanity living as slaves of other races and the great human kingdom but a memory in legend, the scattered remains of the free humans cling desperately to a life worse then death. Prophecy spoke of their redemption and salvation, but as the years grind past, and humanity fades away, no sign of salvation appears. Unable to wait any longer, the last dregs of a once great people attempt to ignite prophecy on their own by summoning a young man against his will from modern day earth. Their goal is to coerced the young man into a fight for the survival of mankind in a fantasy world which is not his home. Taking a new name for himself, Jace traveled across the face of this new world in search of a path home. However fate and prophacy block his paths forward entangling him in the world against his will. Surrounded by a human race warped by crushing poverty, desperation, and immorality, can he survive without losing his dignity and morality? With prophecy involved does he have a choice? Warning: Tagged 18+-this work contains mature scenes involving sexual content, torture, foul language, death, slavery, rape, cannibalism and horror. I apologize beforehand and suggest that you not read if you are offended by any of these topics.
8 176 - In Serial7 Chapters
AnotherWorld (hiatus)
Another cliche ISEKAI STORY that will probably stay generic or something i dont write much but hope to create something fun to read to kill time or something anyhow thanks for reading and please show your support by leaving behind a comment and stars which brings attention to other who are bored like you and me :0
8 165 - In Serial26 Chapters
Casa do Diaño: The Fool
As Thomas Hobbes once said, "Humans are driven by a perpetual and restless desire for power." Given the heavily moral standards society has placed on its inhabitants for centuries, it's no wonder many people deny their internal need to be in control of something. "Oh, we do not want to rule the world at all! We just want to live happy and die happy!" Of course, the irony there is that, by wanting a happy future, you are actually projecting your own desires and opinions into what the world should be like. Hence your inner monarch banging his/her scepter for all their subjects to hear. Though to be fair, this is a pretty small, small example. Why settle for small? Why not go the extra mile and become that vicious monarch pounding his scepter at his feet? This is the story of a young man by the name of Genghis Dillinger Boy. There are quite a few words that can describe Genghis. Anarchist. Libertine. Criminal. Psychopath. He has denied the moral standards society has set for him and constantly lives his life seeking more and more power. Once an unexpected turn occurs in his life, he uses it as an excuse to burn his bridges and move him and his bride to a mysterious island known as Casa do Diaño. Genghis vows to burn the old world to the ground and watch as his brand new world arises from the ashes. But what if he's biting off more than he can chew? After all, monsters like Genghis are not the only kind of monsters lurking in the House of the Devil...
8 67 - In Serial74 Chapters
A beautiful mistake
...It's funny though to think her one night stand would lead to her joy, her very existence, her son! Being duped by her groom at the altar, is all it takes for Mikaella Sandoval to sacrifice her virginity to a complete stranger who swoops in at the right time and at the right place leading to the most beautiful mistake she ever made, her precious son, Seth Sandoval!! Meet Roman Cervantes, a stinking rich billionaire who despises Mikaella for being a slut or so he thi nks. When he finds out he has a son with Mikaella, he has two options for her; Either marry him and make a complete happy family in the eyes of the media... Or reject his first offer and he'll take Seth away from her... Join in on the drama as it unfoldsᕙᕗ IMPRESSIVE RANKINGS #3 in New adult ~ 24/6/22#1 in possessive ~ 25/6/22#4 in billionaire ~ 26/6/22#6 in hot. ~ 28/6/22#1 in Wattpad ~30/6/22#3 in wattpadauthors~ 30/6/22
8 505 - In Serial6 Chapters
The tribrid and her mates
this is only my second story so I hope you all like it this is my FANFICTION so I'm writing it my way and this is about a you g twin sister to Hope Michaelson and her name is Mekare Michaelson she meets and falls in love with all four boys but how long before her father ruins everything or excepts it only time will tell
8 101

