Chapter 691: Void Summon Candidates [Part 3]
Flames enveloped the silhouette and after a couple of minutes, reduced to reveal the person standing. It wasn't quite what Northern expected to see.
It was a figure both noble and imposing. A glowing white cloak, unmarred by battle, flowed like water around his shoulders, pinned by a silver emblem in the shape of a radiant star.
Beneath the cloak, his dark attire fit snugly, practical yet dignified, emphasizing agility without sacrificing protection.
A belt with a silver crest rested around his waist, its intricate design hinting at a heritage steeped in valor. His gauntlet-clad hand gripped the hilt of a magnificent sword, its blade forged from what seemed like liquid light.
The sword blazed with a golden radiance as if imbued with the very essence of a sun. Its ornate guard curved outward like the wings of a celestial being, framing the hilt in an intricate, golden lattice.
The helm he wore concealed his face entirely, its vertical slits revealing nothing of the man within. The polished steel caught the warm blue light, giving the impression of a sentinel forged from both fire and starlight.
Despite the anonymity of the helm, an undeniable presence emanated from him-calm, resolute, and unwavering.
Northern did not also remember fighting this one, especially with the sword. Maybe the person at the time chose not to use the sword, because he was certain it would have rung a bell if he had seen the sword somewhere.
Name: [Siegfreid]
True Name: [Light of Featherstone]
Danger Level: [nil]
Void Rank: [Echo]
Void Ability: [Radiant]
Soul Fragments: [0/1000]
Radiant: [After being reawakened by the Void, Siegfreid, who used to be an elf, has become a Void elf. His strongest ability, Radiant, has been amplified by the Void; now he can create a stable sword of light using the ability.]
Northern slowly nodded.
'I see, so he could not do that before...'
The power of the Void was tremendously boosting their innate ability, making them way stronger than they already were.
"Oh well, good thing for them they were killed by me." Northern grinned and finally moved on to the last one.
Name: The Crimson Lord
True Name: [The Plague of Blood]
Attributes: [Blood King]
Attributes Ability: [Regeneration]
Danger Level: [Hazardous]
Soul Rank: [Belial]
Loyalty points: [100/100]
Talent: [nil]
Talent Class: [nil]
Talent Ability: [nil]
Northern paused for a bit.
'Am I reading wrongly?'
He was sure he wasn't. First of all, he was quite surprised because it had only been a while since he fought and defeated The Crimson Lord, and yet it was already ready to become a Void
summon.
But he trusted the Limitless Void as much as he trusted himself, so there was no error in that regard.
What he doubted, however, was the creature's danger level. While it was alive, he was very sure that the Crimson Lord was an apex level Belial.
He even checked and confirmed it! However, now, he was seeing a different thing. Something was suddenly smelling fishy. Something that he felt he was bound to know more of when he began to conquer all the rifts of plagues.
Northern shoved all worries behind; he couldn't help it because before him stood a Belial Rank monster, about to become his Void summon.
He smirked smugly at himself.
'Darn, just how more overpowered can I get...'
"Evolve right away!" With echoes of joy, his voice resounded in the Palace.
Immediately, the last silhouette was enveloped by flames and soon, the flames subsided, revealing the towering crimson Belial.
The figure loomed like a crimson nightmare given form, a manifestation of war and ruin. Its entire body, draped in flowing robes of deep scarlet, seemed to pulse faintly, as if the fabric itself was alive and imbued with the essence of fresh blood.
Jagged armor plates lined its chest, overlapping like scales, each piece gleaming with a metallic sheen that caught the faintest hint of light.
The armor was carved with fine designs, etched in black, that seemed to drink in the surrounding shadows.
Its shoulders flared outward, casting long, jagged shadows that swayed with an ominous grace. Beneath the flowing crimson cloak, tendrils of black extended like tattered wings, shifting and curling in an unseen wind, creating an eerie contrast against the vibrant red of its
form.
The robes fell to the ground in sharp, angular folds, trailing behind the figure as though it was gliding rather than walking, giving it a spectral, unearthly presence.
The head was encased in a smooth, crown-like helm, its surface sharp and ridged, giving the figure an air of regal menace.
From the narrow slits in the helm, a faint red glow burned like embers in the heart of a dying flame, devoid of warmth, promising only cold destruction.
Behind it hovered a faint, circular symbol-a halo not of divinity, but of dominion and dread, etched with jagged lines that pulsed faintly in tandem with the figure's movements.
Gripped tightly in one clawed hand was a weapon forged for destruction-a massive crimson scythe, its twin blades gleaming like liquid fire. The weapon was wickedly curved, its surface smooth yet deadly, as though carved from the heart of a dying star.
The central grip was adorned with strange symbols, faintly glowing, marking it as more than a mere weapon-it was an instrument of annihilation, a harbinger of ruin. Northern's eyes reflected the stars as he took in the magnifying and tremendously changed appearance of the Crimson Lord.
The Void had changed so many things about the creature and made i even more imposing and undoubtedly powerful.
A grin tugged at the edge of his lips and soon twisted it; his eyes wouldn't stop admiring.
After a couple of minutes had passed, he finally got himself enough to scroll through the
informative runes of the Crimson Lord.
Name: [Crimson Lord]
True Name: [The Plague of Blood]
Danger Level: [Hazardous]
Void Rank: [Echo]
Void Ability: [The Plague of Blood], [Pillar of Defense]
Soul Fragments: [0/1000]
The Plague of Blood: [This is the Crimson Lord's uniqueness and was so powerful the Void deemed it worthy to be left untouched. The Crimson Lord can create a blood Palace with this ability, in which he fills the Palace with pillars that are fragments of its power.]
'...just like it did in the rift...'
Northern moved on to the second one.
Pillar of Defense: [One of the fragments of the Crimson Lord's power, can be summoned only
by the Crimson Lord and his Void Master.]
Northern sank into his seat. He suddenly felt very overwhelmed by power.