Chapter 389: Finks

Finks, the legendary-level leader who opened the golden age for sphinxes, was also the first leader ever in history to make all the tribes kneel down in front of it.

Although at that time many figures were still much more powerful than Finks, its power was beyond Lucien’s imagination. There was no way that Lucien could fight against it. Also, Lucien had no idea what changes had happened to Finks before it came back to life ten thousand years later.

Run! That was the first though flashing past Lucien’s mind.

And it was his only thought when facing a legendary-level enemy!

However, after running backward for just a few steps, Lucien calmed himself down and prevented himself from blindly running for his life.

Run? To where?

If Lucien direct went out through the gate, the level-nine high priest would kill him very easily.

Should Lucien sneak out? He had no idea if he had enough time.

Should Lucien hide in the gap of the World of Souls? No, inside the gap there was the projection of the mausoleum. Something unknown inside of the World of Souls had made Finks come back to life, thus it was the most dangerous place right now!

Lucien still had the space jumping scroll given by the Lord of Storm, and this was probably the only way out for him now. He took out the scroll and was ready to activate it.

“I have been… sleeping… for ten thousand years here… I am… trapped here. How… dare you!”

The voice of Finks sounded rather cold and dry as if it was a piece of wood cracking.

Wait! Lucien noticed the word “trapped”!

Finks was trapped there?! So it had no control over its own death and resurrection?

Then Lucien might still have a slight hope!

Lucien was born to be an adventurer, and his heart gradually started to beat at a regular pace. Holding the scroll tight in his hand, he could feel the rising of the great vicious power on the other side.

The recovery of the power was very slow. Although the power grew rather steadily, it was very slow! To recover its power after ten thousand years, Finks still needed time!

Lucien estimated that Finks still needed at least thirty seconds to fully recover its power. As if he was just like a bystander, Lucien took every factor into consideration.

He quickly cast Strength and Bull’s Strength on himself, and in case, he also finished a tube of the magic potion called Molten Giant’s Fists.

Since Lucien had expected the great danger that he would encounter during the adventure when he was still in Allyn, he had spent all of the arcana points that he got from Fernando using his annual profit to buy the materials. However, he had used a great amount of them to trap Count Vlad.

Lucien had to admit that every fight was basically burning money. Fortunately, he got some good supplement from Rhine’s treasury.

Lucien’s blood boiled in his veins after taking the potion. Bulks of muscles grew out on Lucien’s arms, and he could feel the power of fire in his body.

There were about twenty-one seconds left… Lucien’s body became very heavy and clumsy, but he could not take any more potions for improving his agility. He cast the second-circle spell Elegant Cat on himself to improve his speed a bit.

“Nineteen seconds… eighteen…” counted Lucien in his mind.

Lucien held the scroll with his mouth and took out the ordinary-looking sword from his magic pouch, holding the handle of the sword very tight.

The warm stream of power infused into Lucien’s hands and drove the fear and anxiety away in his mind. What was left was Lucien’s willpower that was further strengthened.

“Live… or dead… You shall be my… slave… forever…”

The fury in Finks’ voice was more and more obvious, together with the pleasure of gaining its great power again.

However, it was still in the gold coffin, just like what Lucien expected. Its power was not ready yet!

“Fifteen seconds… fourteen…” Lucien had to leave the last five seconds to activate the scroll in case his great gambling would go wrong.

Lucien counted the seconds in his mind, feeling that the great power was slowly accumulating. He walked toward the gold coffin.

“I… have been… awakened… I shall… return…”

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The voice of Finks became louder and louder, and the black smoke started to approach the Saint’s gate.

“Twelve… eleven…” Lucien was still counting the seconds.

The lid of the gold coffin moved and the dense black smoke quickly covered Finks’ body. Lifting Pale Justice, Lucien hacked at the cluster of black smoke using all of his strength.

There was no bright light, nor the overwhelming momentum. The ordinary-looking sword just hacked right in the black smoke. A warm light flashed past, and the black smoke quickly retreated like snow melting in direct sunlight. Finks’ body was revealed.

Finks was two to three times bigger than most of the sphinxes. It was wearing a gold crown inlaid with many sunstones and moonstones. Its face and body were wrapped with white bandages, and only its long and narrow eyes could be seen. There was cold and vicious light shining in its eyes.

“I am… back… from… death…”

Finks’ mouth did not move, but the voice continued. However, before the words were finished, Lucien’s sword hacked right in its face.

Suddenly the sword burst out its great power, determined, fair, and brave!

Finks let out a bitter scream. The strips of bandage broke into pieces and the rotten and pale skin and flesh were exposed. Its golden-brown, fuzzy hair had turned into the clusters of black, filthy hair.

A strong stench came out when the flesh was cut open and the light yellow fluid went down. Facing the power of the sword, the fluid quickly evaporated.

In Finks’ bitter scream, countless tiny black bugs crawled out of its body like dark clouds and prevented the blade from cutting deeper.

The power fiercely pushed Lucien backward. Lucien realized that Finks’ body was even more resistant and strong than the hardest alloy from the Congress!

The black bugs fell down like it was raining. White and gray light covered Finks’ body, and the light filled the gold coffin.

Under the unknown power, the gold lid was drawn back and the coffin was sealed again.

Everything calmed down, leaving the black smoke slowly rolling over and over in the air.

The power of Pale Justice, when facing demons, devils and the dead creatures, equaled that of a legendary level weapon!

Lucien used the sword to support the weight of his body, as the single one hacking had cost all of his strength. Fortunately, he had stopped Finks from coming back to this world.

Lucien never planned to directly fight against Finks, a legendary level creature. The reason why Lucien could hurt it was that Finks was still trapped in the gold coffin.

Therefore, seeing that the coffin stopped moving, Lucien took a few steps backward.

There were many questions in his mind – Who trapped Finks? Why? Why it could come back to life?

It was not a good time to time into all the questions. Lucien had to leave this place as soon as possible.

When he was about to leave, he recalled what Finks just said. He suddenly felt like playing a joke, so he slightly bowed in front of the coffin.

“Please go back to sleep.”

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Trembling, all the priests prostrated themselves on the ground under the great pressure from the stare of Prince Dracula, although the vampire prince had calmed down.

When the high priest felt a bit more relieved from the pressure, it felt something different happening behind the gate. The black smoke was stirring, as if it was embracing something, or celebrating.

The high priest knew that something was going on behind the gate. When he looked at the corridor, he saw a skinny sphinx wearing the gold crown decorated with many black feathers coming to him in a hurry.

“Your Holiness Hrotos.” The high priest hurriedly lowered its head.

The skinny sphinx was the level nine holy priest, whose name was Hrotos.

The look on Hrotos’ face was very serious, “A legendary level leader with a horrible power just passed here. I’m concerned that the long sleep of our king might have been affected.”

Suddenly, Hrotos’ eyes opened wide when seeing the gatekeeper, Aska, who was still standing straight in front of the gate, while Inke was sitting on the floor out of fear.

“It’s a copy! Someone has sneaked into the gate!” As a level nine holy priest, Hrotos could easily tell.

The high priest was shocked. After casting a spell to check on Aska, the high priest finally realized what had happened.

“Someone’s in the gate!” blurted out the high priest.