The Arcadia System - Chapter 242

The heads of NIRA jerked like fishes out of their aquatic habitat.

On their body were red streaks that connected to their mouths.

The whites in their eyes were visible.

They gasped for breath for about five seconds before the flames of life left them.

A few inches away from them was The Prophet. He fell to his knees and panted for breath.

By the time he looked to his side, he noticed a change in his surrounding, “So she escaped. Idiot, a sinner will never escape the Crimson. We shall meet again. I have to find the elemental heart.”

He stood up once again and moved in a particular direction. That was where his objective lay.

The Prophet walked past the scorched earth and found a sole lake in this destructive field.

It was unassuming and appeared to have no unique characteristics.

He wasn’t surprised that the lake could not be destroyed.

How can the starwell be destroyed by his hands?

Within it was an object that can destroy the gates hidden in the shard of Sheol. Such kind of oddity was eternal and could never die.

He dived into the lake, swimming to the bottom ground.

Surprisingly enough, the depth of the lake was impossible to reach. As he kept on going, he saw nothing in view.

The lake was boundless, but his determination would surpass that boundlessness!

The Prophet pushed forward until he saw the first sign of underwater ground. It was in the form of an aquatic plant.

He grabbed it and pulled himself downwards!

Now touching the ground, he was instantly attracted by a crystalline pebble.

‘It looks just like the allies of the Crimsons said. Blue and inconspicuous.’

NIRA never activates the elemental heart until it is the right time.

The Prophet held the oddity with great power. He could feel an infinite amount of energy dwelling in it.

‘To think this had once been the heart of an elemental king. Now it’s merely a remnant, an inkling of the power it once possessed together with its rightful host. With this, I can free the Crimsons.’

He had been directed here by the Shelonians, the true residents of what was once known as the Sheol Plane.

Finding understanding with the imprisoned Crimsons, they had plotted for years to free themselves and unleash a barrage of punishment on this sinful world.

The Prophet jumped out of the lake with a smile on his face.

He quickly hid the elemental heart in the subspace of his pendant where the other followers were.

Just as he was about to vanish, he noticed something.

There were two people looking at him from the nearest building.

Judging by their auras, they were too weak to be considered a threat.

However, there was something strange about one of them. His aura seemed….familiar.

It was because of this reason that The Prophet shouted, “I shall let you be, for you are not a sinner. As for the one beside you, her sinful self is veiled by you. Such a peculiar being. If fate allows it, I will be back for you.”

After saying that, he escaped while limping.

He looked weak, but the two hidden people were skeptical of how much strength he had left.

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Seated on another building, Reve finally found his breath, “Ha. Ha. What was that?”

He and Marya had been here since The Prophet defeated Solon Thalia. They had watched as he killed the heads of NIRA.

It was not a merry spectacle for them.

The heads were the peak existences of the continent of Narva, yet they had been killed like flies.

He knew the reason.

‘That last attack was too powerful. A lot of factors were placed into it, but the prime one was the angle. The angle perfectly covered all the heads, allowing for an attack that could kill them in one shot. The Prophet…he is not a mindless fanatic!’

Reve didn’t dare stop him even when he obtained something from the lake which Reve guessed was the starwell.

In truth, if the heads had been lucky enough to circle around The Prophet. They might have easily killed him, but such luck was not easy to get.

‘He has what he came here for. His expression tells me that he has everything he needs to open the shard. Damn, this situation just escalated. I will need to report–’

Reve looked up after sensing something.

A look of panic appeared on his face as he whispered, “Marya, leave now.”

“Huh? What are you talking ab–”

Just in the next milliseconds, she sensed what Reve sensed.

“I can’t abandon you,” spoke Marya.

Reve whispered, “Now. We will meet in the Devil’s cave.”

“But–”

“Marya, leave!”

Knowing how stubborn she could be, Reve pushed her off the building. She easily landed on the ground and blitzed away from the scene.

Meanwhile, Reve continued looking up.

The person he sensed finally arrived through flight.

He was dressed in red armor, but the symbol of Narva inscribed on his armor chest caught Reve’s attention.

Reve went on to notice the similarities between this armor set and another group of armor sets.

There was no doubt by now. This man was part of the Defense Force.

As he descended in front of Reve, he curiously looked towards the direction the figure of Marya could be seen dashing at.

“You are a smart one,” smiled the red knight.

He continued speaking, “I will be straight. Where’s The Prophet?”

“He escaped, but not after….”

Following Reve’s line of sight, the red knight was immensely surprised at the gory scene on the ground, “a solon,another solon. Multiple grand mages and grand masters!”

He looked at Reve again. This time, his eyes wanted to scour every inch of Reve’s body.

“Why are you alive if even a solon can’t survive? There is something you are not telling me,” cautioned the red knight.

Reve sighed as he already expected this, “If you go this way, you might be able to catch up to him.”

“Seems to me like you are diverting the question. I wonder for what reason. Anyway, you will need to follow me back to the palace. You are the only surviving witness.. We need your report.”