Skill Extraction: Exploring Dungeons

Chapter 1010 - 877: "Nether River" Kreya

In a dark and silent world.

A pale moon hung high in the sky, looking somewhat strange, always giving people the illusion of a slight sway.

The black night sky was devoid of any stars, like a pure black curtain with only the moon’s presence.

On an endless expanse of land, under the pale moonlight, one could see blades of grass reaching the ankles, spread everywhere.

A wide river stretched from the edge of the land all the way to the horizon.

Even the light cast by the pale moon high above couldn’t illuminate the river at all, as if it had turned so black it absorbed all the light in its direction.

The river flowed slowly, its liquid pure black, yet without making a sound.

It was as if the whole world was devoid of any sound, silent, noiseless.

The Archbishop, previously engulfed in flames outside, now stood on the grassland.

He seemed to have appeared suddenly, as if he had always been there.

Looking at this world, his expression was somewhat wary, but not overly panicked, frowning as he surveyed his surroundings.

He seemed to recall some rumors.

"Nether River?"

A trace of a doubtful voice appeared in this silent world, echoing Xu Yuan.

Kreya’s figure slowly walked out from the river, the black water sliding off her head and armor, but without wetting them at all.

With four hooves stepping on the grassland, she slowly walked towards the Archbishop not far away.

"Is this why you are referred to as the Nether River?"

His voice was aged, yet kind.

Even at such a moment, it remained extraordinarily calm.

"Even within the church, countless people have heard of your name, fearing the sight of the black river in the silent world.

They whisper in private that seeing the black river like the Nether River signifies their life has reached its end."

Upon saying this, he gripped his scepter with both hands, stamping it fiercely onto the grassland at his feet.

"What a blasphemy to my Lord!

In the death of the world, all souls shall ultimately belong to him."

"The illusory river, it must be destroyed by my hand!"

As the scepter came down, silver tentacles appeared in this world, on the grassland, in midair, above his head.

Countless silver tentacles exuded an unpleasant silver shine, dancing wantonly in various parts of the world.

The Archbishop seemed to have controlled the entire world, the entire battlefield, with one move.

Following his control, countless sturdy silver tentacle whips lunged towards Kreya.

Looking at these attacking silver tentacles, Kreya appeared calm, merely saying faintly.

"Such a precious time, yet you had no chance to utter your final words, what a pity."

As her words fell, the wide river began to boil, suddenly transforming into burning black flames that swept across the land, shooting up to the sky.

One after another, black pillars of fire soared into the sky, all the silver tentacles engulfed in black flames.

Forget about attacking Kreya, they were being burned by the black flames themselves.

These bishops, whether tricolored or multicolored, their means of attack always seemed to be various kinds of tentacles, utterly unoriginal.

Seeing this scene, the Archbishop seemed incredulous, hammering his scepter forcefully once more, more tentacles emerging from the sky.

Even behind him, a silver sun phantom seemed to appear.

It held six iconic tentacles.

A great amount of silver light began to spread around, the whole world starting to ripple, as if distorted by the scorching breath.

As soon as the phantom appeared, a beam of light shot from the huge round moon high above, directly hitting the phantom.

White flames began to burn it.

"Uh... Ah!"

The Archbishop suddenly cried out, looking at his chest.

A black and white, flaming blade pierced through his chest.

He did not understand, why, as a Priest, a Cleric, had always silently surrounding himself with countless shields during battle.

Why was he so fragile.

Before he could turn his head, he was engulfed by flames, becoming a figure of fire, yet without any reaction.

Unknown when Kreya appeared behind him, she withdrew the blade.

Black and white flames burned up from her feet, and when the flames engulfed her completely, Kreya vanished within the flames.

At the battle in the Mist.

Amis, holding a corpse, rolled a few times to the side, avoiding the giant silver Light Saber swinging down on him.

Then two Explorers promptly shielded her behind them.

At this point, Amis finally had a chance to examine the corpse she was holding, finding only a wound running from the left shoulder down to the waist, with no other flaws.

Confirming the body’s integrity, she finally exhaled heavily.

The ever-burning pillars of fire suddenly vanished.

Revealing the Archbishop inside with closed eyes, as his eyes suddenly opened and his mouth gaped wide.

His eyes were full of astonishment and anger, trying to say something, but could no longer make a sound.

Black and white flames emerged from his agape mouth, vying to spread outward, then directly engulfing him completely in fire.