CHAPTER 570: CHAPTER 386: SHALIVAN AND THE BACK COURTYARD (PART 3)

Who is it?

This is an illusory Spiritual Body. Although it’s crimson in color, that distinctive armor pattern and physique—could it be the Brass Woman of Yanor Londo!?

Not far away, Matilda, who had already awakened, was urging Hell’s March, and more and more illusory Spiritual Bodies emerged on the battlefield.

"Fingerley, you really are something..."

She covered her shoulder, a Flying Knife lodged in it—it’s the very one that had been deflected by Shalivan’s phantom, now deeply embedded in Matilda’s shoulder.

Technically speaking, intense pain shouldn’t negate the effects of Sin Fire, but the Flying Knife was coated with concentrated Spirit Uplifting Potion, a tool specially developed by the Guild to counter Sin Fire!

"Everyone, hurry and wake up!"

The Brass Woman, formed from Hell’s March and Elsa, pounced on Shalivan’s phantom, while the Spiritual Bodies formed around each adventurer fished out Spirit Uplifting Potions from their ’masters’ and roughly poured it into their mouths.

In the next moment, the eyes of the living cleared up.

"Alright, quickly launch a counterattack everyone!" Matilda hurriedly shouted.

However, people’s reactions seemed a bit off; just waking up from Sin Fire left them slightly dazed, because upon awakening, they saw the things they least wanted to see. Just as they cleared their heads, they also saw all those vividly lifelike Spiritual Bodies emerging from Hell’s March, each able to cause them "pain," perfectly matching the experience brought by Sin Fire!

This dealt a ton of mental damage to the adventurers!

Someone sat down, clutching their head, questioning life itself.

"No way!?" Even Matilda began to question life—was using weapons this way a clever move or a foolish one?

Fortunately, in this critical moment, Ceder woke up in time and cast a group Spirit Uplifting Magic, reigniting people’s fighting spirit once more.

"This guy dared to use my childhood against me, I’ll rip him to shreds!" an adventurer shouted angrily.

Now everyone knew his most painful memory was his childhood.

When the adventurers collectively snapped out of it, it seemed to trigger some cue—the flames on the field instantly shrank, and Shalivan’s phantom now could be harmed by attacks other than full-force ones?

One of Shalivan phantom’s rules was that he was immune to any attack that wasn’t full force.

The second rule was that once all adventurers suffered the burn of Sin Fire and woke up, the first rule temporarily ceased to exist.

To this day, people finally discovered that the trigger conditions for the second rule were indeed quite demanding.

Although the adventurers’ spirits were battered, their rage surged, leading to an unprecedented level of aggression.

In an instant, a lot more injuries appeared on Shalivan’s phantom, and the reward pool kept accumulating!

Ceder, in one breath, released a Beneficial Magic spell far surpassing advanced magic, allowing Elsa, with the help of the Brass Woman, to instantly rush to the front of Shalivan’s phantom.

"Ah-!"

The greatsword ignited with flames, and in an instant, her hair color changed, and the next moment, the sword blade inflicted an unprecedentedly severe wound on the enemy!

Taking advantage of the phantom’s moment of stiffness, the rest of the adventurers quickly followed, unleashing colorful magic and Combat Skills all at once!

The flames engulfing the Great Cathedral extinguished.

As Shalivan’s phantom fell to the ground, exploded into ashes, and dispersed, the adventurers cheered.

Finally... victory!

[Soul of the Pope’s Phantom] appeared before everyone, various rewards burst out in front of them, and seeing the myriad light points all over the ground, people momentarily felt the joy of harvest.

If they sold all the rewards from this victory, they could eat for a whole year!

As people enthusiastically inventoried their gains, Luluwo and other resurrected adventurers rushed back from the bonfire, casting envious and jealous glances—they were unlucky and didn’t get any rewards.

Matilda quickly dispelled the effect of Hell’s March, afraid that she would be disliked by others again.

Elsa watched as the Brass Woman dissipated, exhaled a breath, and holding a pile of light points, walked to the eagerly foot-stamping Luluwo.

"Is it for me?" she asked in surprise.

"Take your pick." Elsa acted quite generously.

After some thought, Luluwo decided to save face and refused rewards for a boss she didn’t defeat.

"Just wait, there must be good stuff ahead."

Saying so, she ran through the Great Cathedral all the way to the large door at its end. Adventurers had long been curious about what lay behind this door, what Shalivan’s phantom was guarding here.

Standing in front of the door, she couldn’t help but sigh:

"What a large courtyard."

Behind the door was a vast courtyard, perhaps this should be called the back garden of Yilushier?

For some reason, gazing into the backyard, Luluwo suddenly felt her heartbeat speed up, her hand gripping the weapon eager to act, suddenly wanting to invade.

"With such a spacious backyard, battling someone here would definitely be enjoyable, wouldn’t it?" she murmured to herself.

"Did you find anything?"

Ceder’s voice came from behind, she shook her head, about to turn to speak.

But as she turned halfway, she seemed to see something and suddenly froze.

"What is it?" Ceder also saw something and let out a surprised voice.

The adventurers gathered around, asking if they had found something good; Luluwo was jostled and stumbled, falling off the steps.

In the crowd, wiping her greatsword, Elsa followed everyone’s gaze.

"Clang..."

The greatsword suddenly fell, smashing her toe, but now her attention was entirely drawn to something else.

In the distant, a castle stood towering despite being covered in snow and ice.

Snowflakes danced, but time’s weight had settled on the castle.

"Y-Yanor Londo!?"