Night Ranger

Marvin didn’t stay long in Eisengel.

This camp mainly made up of Human Wizards was bound to just be a stop on his journey. He rested for a day in the camp and left Eisengel under the cover of the night.

He obtained a few good things from Balkh, but unfortunately, Eisengel was only a small camp. There was no Grandmaster Appraiser, so Marvin wasn’t able to get the items identified.

But he had heard that there were all kinds of talented Appraisers in Holy Light City.

The place was also one of the most powerful Human forces in the Crimson Wasteland.

While Marvin was gathering information about Holy Light City back in Eisengel, a recent rumor caught his attention.

Apparently, Holy Light City hadn’t been very peaceful lately. The daughter of the Moon Goddess Faniya, Miss Silvermoon, had apparently been seen in Holy Light City. She was a secretive person, but had still been recognized by a few knowledgeable people.

It was once divined that Miss Silvermoon’s most beloved artifact was buried in some hidden jewel cave in the surroundings of Holy Light City.

Thus, Holy Light City was very lively in recent days and many forces were lusting after it.

Marvin didn’t know much about the mysterious Moon Goddess, and her daughter, Miss Silvermoon also rarely openly appeared. But he knew about the famous Cold Light’s Grasp.

There was a great amount of knowledge about Legendary straight daggers out of the things that were important to know in order to advance as an Assassin in Feinan.

And Marvin was naturally infatuated with these weapons. His [Azure Leaf]s were considered outstanding among daggers.

But from what he knew, the Cold Light’s Grasp daggers were a rank above that.

His [Azure Leaf]s were a pair of Legendary Items, while the [Cold Light’s Grasp]s were a pair of Artifacts!

They were a pair of daggers that ranked above [Nightfall].

’The Crimson Wasteland was said to have been the battlefield for a multitude of wars. Countless Gods fell here.’

’From what I know, Miss Silvermoon died in the 3rd era. It’s most likely her soul that is lingering here.’

’Could Cold Light’s Grasp really be appearing?’

Thinking up to this point, Marvin couldn’t help feeling a bit heated up.

He would try his luck on this trip to Holy Light City to look for Minsk and see if he could get Cold Light’s Grasp while he was there.

After all, Azure Leaf was already proof that powerful weapons would greatly enhance his own considerable strength.

He crossed the field and set foot on the Withered Leaf Promenade, walking northward under the cover of the night.

...

Somewhere in the Abyss, flames were swaying between mountains.

A roar suddenly shook the land.

"Someone dared to kill my child!"

It was a Demon that was the size of a small mountain!

The place was an endless battlefield. A large number of strange insects were rushing out of various cracks all over the place. The Greater Demon brandished his huge hammer and crushed these insects into green juice.

That juice stoked his Demon Flame while at the same time stoking his anger!

The army of Demons behind him also shouted angrily, attacking their enemies.

This was a great victory.

A whole new Secondary Plane had been conquered.

But Demon Lord Balkh wasn’t excited at all.

In fact, as the war ended, he immediately returned to his own territory.

His eyes pierced through the plane, looking at the youth’s face.

The other side seemed to have felt his gaze and turned to look at him.

Next second, an immense power interfered and he lost track of the youth.

"To actually kill my most promising child..." Balkh’s anger was seething.

But he couldn’t do much about it.

His son had died in the Crimson Wasteland.

There was an agreement between Gods and Demons that powerhouses at his level couldn’t enter the Crimson Wasteland.

Those who died in the Crimson Wasteland couldn’t be avenged, or else that plane would have been destroyed by someone in fury by now.

But even if Demon Lords couldn’t personally intervene, it didn’t mean that they couldn’t send others to do so.

"Immediately gather information about that Human."

"Use all the forces we have in the Crimson Wasteland. I saw it was the Southern Wasteland. How many people do we have there?"

Facing Balkh’s question, the beautiful Succubus secretary softly answered, "We don’t have many people in the Southern Wasteland."

"But the good news is that [Blade] is there."

Balkh sneered, "Have him bring that Human’s head back to me."

After three minutes, in a deserted woodland in Holy Light City’s surroundings, a mantis-like shadow slowly awakened.

...

Bloody Wasteland, North of Holy Light City.

The Wasteland’s climate was very strange and there were no fixed rules.

For example, the north of Holy Light City was an overgrown snow mountain, and further in was a flowery land that seemed to be in the heights of springtime.

On the endless snowy slope, a young girl was strenuously walking forward.

Not far from her, a short branch was peeking out a snow-covered tree.

The young girl walked past without any change of expression.

But as she passed by that branch, it turned into a snake!

"Ssss!"

The snake snapped at her pierced into the young girl’s neck, but the strange thing was that no blood flowed.

"Woosh!"

A cold light flashed and the head of the snake fell to the ground.

It disappeared after rolling down the slope.

"You shouldn’t waste your talent."

A gentle voice echoed beside the girl’s ears. "I know that your people are innate assassins, but Assassins relying solely on their natural talents will easily die on their path."

The young girl’s expression was very calm as she retorted, "Which Assassin won’t die? You want me to stay worthless all my life and just keep on living like this?"

The voice sounded very helpless as it complained, "Sometimes, I really feel like you are my teacher instead."

The young girl revealed a rare smiling expression. "Rest assured, Teacher, I have a spring of the Fountain of Youth, my lifespan is enough for me to use it."

"The Fountain of Youth isn’t omnipotent. You already practiced in a special space for ten years. The way you have been squandering it, you won’t have long left when you return to Feinan."

That voice was still trying to persuade her.

The girl looked at the sky and resolutely said, "It’s good enough. I don’t expect to live long."

"I only hope to become stronger as fast as I can. Only in that way can I help him."

"Teacher, you said that Cold Light’s Grasp is suitable to be my weapon, but can we really find it?"

With a tone full of pride, the gentle voice answered, "Of course."

"After all... it is the weapon I used when I was alive..."

"Go, Holy Light City isn’t far now."