Steampunk: Sixth Era Epic-Chapter 791 - : Individual Blessings and Shard’s Promotion

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“Shard, even you cannot step into the water in the form of the living, please let me bless you.”

The Priest also rose from the ground, not avoiding the others by the campfire, his half-white, half-black scorched wings slowly spreading out behind him.

“Oh!”

Iluna exclaimed in surprise, but seeing Sister Delphine calmly “watching” the scene, she embarrassedly covered her mouth.

“Death blesses you, Shard Suren Hamilton. When you stand in the Land of Death, death shall be your companion.”

As he spoke, those two wings grew even larger and then closed in front of him, completely enveloping Shard. When the wings turned transparent and disappeared, Priest Augustus had already sat down, while Shard looked at his own palms.

In the palm of his left hand was the black symbol of a horn, and in the palm of his right hand was the black symbol of a scythe. This seemed to represent the power of the Primeval Angel, but Shard was not certain.

His body temperature was dropping, and yet this power of death showed no conflict with the blessing from the Father of the Infinite Tree:

“Now, you can safely walk on that water.”

This time, the blessing did not tire the Priest. This Old Cleric was much stronger here than in the world of the living:

“In addition, if you can hold on for three minutes, I can launch an attack towards Joey Barton from the shore. It will take time, but it will certainly help you.”

“But your power is still not enough.”

Sister Delphine also stood up, her silver crown-like mask gazing at Shard. Iluna pulled out the Night Watchman and handed it to Shard, who carried the longsword to the nun. The Sister gently lifted her hands, cradling a slender flame:

“Shard Suren Hamilton, not everyone can use the Primal Fire, would you like to try and have this flame attached to your sword?”

Shard nodded, holding the longsword close to that slender flame. Despite it being a metal longsword named “Night Watchman,” the flame instantly ignited on it. The flaming sword emitted immense heat, with the flames also touching Shard’s hands, yet without harming him at all.

The longsword and flames, brightened more by Shard’s golden cracked fingertips, surged upward vehemently as if the Divine Afterglow was enhancing the power of the Primal Fire.

Sister Delphine’s mouth curved into a subtle smile. Yet Shard did not notice this, his gaze fixed on the flames on the blade, which gradually subsided until completely extinguished. The “Night Watchman” now felt heavier, warmer, and more powerful than before.

“The Fire of the Primordial does not just mitigate the harm of death but will also allow you to inflict greater damage on Joey Barton.”

Withdrawing the flame back into her palms, the Sister also sat down again, having confirmed her suspicions.

“If you can hold on for about five minutes, I will try to assist you from the shore to launch an attack. Even death cannot extinguish the fire in my hands… Don’t forget, after we finish what we have to do at Midshire Fort, you must visit the Order’s headquarters with me,”

the Nun reminded him.

Shard nodded, then finally looked at Iluna. The seventeen-year-old girl was in a quite complex mood; at this moment, as Shard was about to face the final enemy of the Midshire Fort story, she, being the sole Chosen, could only sit by the fire.

Everyone present had their own capabilities; Shard’s other friends provided various kinds of assistance. Seeing the previous two settle down, Iluna hurriedly stood up:

“Look, it’s my turn now.”

She came to Shard’s side, her gaze sparkling, hands clasped behind her:

“Joey Barton has gone too far, and I can’t use the balance Talent to affect him, but I can give you this.”

The Ring of Fate appeared silently, then morphed into a golden scale. Iluna held the scale over Shard’s head:

“Life and death should be balanced, in the name of the Judge, the Ancient God ‘The Hanging Judge’ blesses you. Shard Suren Hamilton, when the onslaught of death reaches an imbalance, that power will transform into life.”

Golden light showered over Shard’s head, giving him another temporary state.

“Also, if you can last ten minutes, I might be able to use a dark Talent, the ‘Dark Vortex’ I learned after defeating Daknis, to throw a few Sunlight Guns at Joey Barton. Here, my power is also enhanced; it is a mighty gift from the Ancient God.”

As she spoke, she suddenly tiptoed and kissed Shard on his cheek:

“Shard, be very careful.”

She then hesitated, sniffing, but did not inquire:

“You should chew up an Ever-Youth Leaf first before entering the water. I’ve read a lot of material; swallowing this Relic can not only effectively heal injuries but can also significantly increase your resistance to the power of death… Be careful.”

She once more sat back by the fire, the flames coloring her cheeks red. Kissing Shard in front of strangers had taken a lot of her courage.

“Thank you, don’t worry about me. In fact, what we need to think more about is how we are going to leave from here later,”

Shard said, hoping to lighten the mood.

He put the Ever-Youth Leaf into his mouth, chewed it up, and swallowed it. Then suddenly, he gripped the Red Butterfly Pendant forcefully, and amid the crimson light, the Red Butterfly flew into Shard’s heart.

He turned and walked toward the edge of the shallow waters with his longsword, the bonfire bright behind him, all four eyes watching him.

He finally stopped beside Joey Barton’s “body,” gazing at the distant clusters of white figures and the man still loudly calling out a name, “Marilyn Handel.”

[Sixth Era, Common Era Calendar 1853, late autumn, Star Whale night. When you again set foot into True Death, did you understand the mysteries of death? The Primeval Angel blesses you, the nun guarding the Primal Fire shares the power of the flame, even the naive main character on stage is willing to help you. Craving the one you love but cannot obtain, following the Reverse Beings who chase death, now standing at the end. Souls surround, the Nether Moon shines, Outlander, are you ready?]

“Generally, you only say such things after a major event has concluded.”

Shard thought to himself:

“As for being ready, with these blessings, I’m still hard-pressed to surpass him, but I do not wish to fight a second time…”

He stepped forward, and simultaneously, behind him, the whistle of the steamboat sounded, the bell clanged, actually breaking the eternal tranquility of this place.

A giant Brass Life Ring appeared amidst spurting white steam. A Four-Color Aura radiated light like the sun, moon, and stars, into this windless dark area.

The ancient tranquility was completely shattered at this moment; amid the ringing bells, the semi-submerged Nether Moon moved upward in the darkness, and the lingering white figures also stopped, looking up at the peaceful moonlight above their heads.

The Divine Afterglow, turned into golden flowing light, swirled around him, Shard stepped forward, but did not touch the water surface; instead, he slowly ascended into the sky.

“Prepare for ascension.”

[Understood.]

“She” chuckled softly by Shard’s ear, her gentle laugh bearing a striking resemblance to the Nether Moon at this moment.

The clanging of bells, the screeching steam whistles like the cheers of thousands. The Ring of Fate spun, the Four-Color Spirit Runes resonated, even affecting death itself.

“Look, it’s starting again.”

Iluna, at the edge of the bonfire, resting her chin in her hand, along with Priest Augustus and Sister Delphine, whispered as they watched the scene unfold:

“Sometimes, I really wonder, who exactly is The Chosen One.”

Miracle – Yellow Moon—

A golden colored Spirit Talisman detached from the ring and appeared to the left of Shard, a witch cloaked and holding the Saffron Moon approaching from afar, gradually overlapped with his body:

[May the eternal moonlight bless you.]

Desecration – Sloth—

A silver colored Aura detached from the ring and appeared to the right of Shard, the faint figures of the Mermaid of Desire and the shadow of the Evil God [Father of Slumber] appearing, gradually overlapping with his body;

[Sloth, is it truly your sin?]

Enlightenment – Slumbering Princess—

A brass colored Spirit Rune detached from the ring and appeared in front of Shard, the faint figure of Miss Fiona Drago holding a spindle appeared before him, and embraced him, gradually merging with his body:

[Sacrifice yourself to save others. When the beautiful princess falls into slumber, the Outlander grants the kiss of redemption.]

Whisper – True Death—

A black iron colored Spirit Rune detached from the ring and appeared behind Shard, an angelic apparition faceless and multi-winged appeared, gradually merging with him as if a pair of wings had sprouted on his back:

[You, resurrected, have already touched the most Real Death.]

The flow of the Fire of the Primordial streamed from the Night Watchman in Shard’s hand, wrapping around the rapidly spinning Brass Life Ring, even Joey Barton turned around, his gaze intently watching Shard aloft.

The Gold Miracle, Silver Desecration, Brass Enlightenment, Black Iron Whisper, Four-Color Spirit Runes enclosed Shard in a quadrilateral shape, gradually shrinking inward. The four-colored bizarre illusions truly overlapped with his body, the four observers around Shard unexpectedly all saw him, head thrown back, suspended beneath the Nether Moon, whose outline, seemed to subtly overlap with the ring’s outline.

Steam Mist drifted from unknown origins, enveloping Shard within. Bells and steam whistles resounded, the massive hammer, dropping from the dark heavens above, pounded forcefully on the rapidly spinning Life Ring.

[Outlander, guide a droplet of Divinity, staining your Spirit Rune prepared for “Sublimation Incantation.”]

[Outlander, upon using this droplet of Divinity, you will exhaust all Divinity. The Divine Afterglow still shines upon you, the effect lasting at most two months, and the effect of Divine Afterglow significantly weakens over time. If you cannot find new Divinity, the Afterglow State will completely disappear.]

“She” softly reminded him.

The soul drew the dazzling Golden Droplet into the spinning giant metallic wheel behind. Divine Light scattered, golden ripples spread out in all directions. The lightless dark water below unexpectedly revealed spots of silver white light, as if stars had appeared beneath the water surface.

A sun-like dazzling light, all gathered at the forward Enlightenment Spirit Rune [Slumbering Princess]. At that moment, as if time had ended, death itself trembled; not just the three by the fire, even Joey Barton deep in the water felt the tremor of the water surface.

The myriad white figures stood on the quiet watery region lit with tiny sparks of light, looking upward at the young man beneath the Nether Moon. The Spiritual Light failed to illuminate their faces; as the steam mist cleared, all returned to calm, this upward gaze, as if they were gazing upon a living deity.