Game Transmigration: Saving the World Again 1000 Years Later - Chapter 76

76 Crow Feather Prophet and Holy Spirit Disc

“Roy, I gave you the key to activate the communication nexus. Why did you…”

Woolt watched in shock as Roy brought out the prisoner from the dungeon.

“I want to live; I don’t want to waste precious time doing meaningless things,” Roy replied coldly.

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The tall but thin pale man followed behind Roy. After hearing Woolt’s words, he bent down and bowed politely to Woolt with a mocking smile.

Woolt noticed a silver disk filled with complicated religious patterns under the person’s arm.

“You removed the Holy Spirit Disc and gave it to him?” Woolt exclaimed in surprise and anger.

If it weren’t for the fact that he still had to maintain Brass Door on the oak door, Woolt would have taken action to snatch the holy relic blessed by the Eighth Holy Spirit from the prisoner.

“Do you know what this means? You removed it and handed it to a heretical imprisoned in the dungeon. Do you know…”

“I only know that if this door is cracked open now, this thing will be nothing,” Roy said before turning to look at the prisoner.

“I’ve given you what you wanted. It’s your turn to fulfill your promise.”

But the pale man shook his head when he heard Roy’s words.

He didn’t help Woolt reinforce the door as Roy had expected. Instead, his eyes suddenly rolled back and he said, “It’s meaningless. That door won’t last long.”

With that said, the eyeball in his eye sockets rotated 180 degrees and flipped out a pair of pupils hidden behind the eyeball-a pair of round and deep amber pupils like a crow.

Roy was so frightened by this sudden change that she took two steps back and gripped the sword at her waist tightly.

“You… aren’t human?” Roy asked nervously.

She had never heard of non-human races being imprisoned in this dungeon.

“What you should be concerned about now is that the door won’t be able to hold on much longer,” the man who called himself the Prophet repeated patiently.

Door?

Roy subconsciously looked at the door.

Bang!

It was also at this moment that a muffled collision sounded from outside the door, as if a huge palm had slapped the door.

Although it didn’t shake the door, the impact was even heavier than before. The entire door trembled, scattering the dust on the door frame.

Woolt didn’t dare to be negligent and maximized his mana output.

The brass color on the door was so rich that it almost materialized. Under the enhancement of Metal-type magic, the oak door seemed to have turned into a true brass door.

Woolt held his breath and waited for the next strike.

However, it didn’t strike again.

This was because the oak door had begun to decay.

A few grayish-black mold spots first appeared on the spot where it had been struck. Then, the mold quickly spread across the door like ink dripping onto parchment before gradually growing into a gorgeous fungus.

A fresh smell of putridness spread through the door.

The wooden fibers on the door rotted under the corrosion of the constantly growing fungus, and the door disintegrated bit by bit.

Woolt could sense that the door was gradually weakening. It was useless even if he constantly used mana to repair it.

“Duck.”

A voice sounded from behind Woolt. Before he could react to what he was ducking, a fist covered in rotten sores and fungi punched through the already fragile door, causing wood fragments and sticky fungi to fly everywhere.

Woolt, who took the punch straight on, only heard the sound of something shattering. Then, he felt his chest tighten. Everything in his line of sight began to fly backward, and the wind whistled in his ears. Finally, with a bang, he spat out a mouthful of black blood and stopped breathing.

Outside the door, a tall and muscular giant covered in rotten sores and fungi shook his hand after sending the door and Woolt flying with a punch. Then, he bent down and entered the Sealing Temple.

Countless tiny eyes squirmed on its head, and those eyes constantly appeared and exploded like bubbles before merging and separating. Just seeing this monster’s strange and disgusting appearance made the survivors in the Holy Temple scream in despair.

“What a pity. I should have warned him a few seconds earlier.”

Amidst countless screams, the pale man with crow eyes watched as Woolt’s spine deformed into a V shape.

“what the .... is that?” Roy looked at the monster and asked.

This sentence wasn’t so much a question; it was akin to an exclamation similar to ‘By the Holy Spirit.’

“Lunar Monster, Hundred-Eyed Rotten Demon.”

However, the pale man answered her question seriously.

“A Lunar Monster that symbolizes the signs of corruption. Its eyes can see through everything in the vicinity where corruption is possible and can allow corruption to grow in advance. It’s considered a high-level Lunar Monster under the Lady of Starvation. As for the other party’s strength, if it’s converted to the standard for evaluating magic chanters, it’s probably between the beginner and intermediate Master levels?”

He didn’t seem worried at all when the monster crouched down and slowly walked in. He even had the mood to explain to Roy the other party’s strength.

Roy turned to look at the person and asked, “So, can you deal with it?”

She didn’t choose to escape deeper into the temple like the surrounding survivors because she knew that it was a dead end below. Instead of running down and hiding in a dark corner while trembling and waiting for death, it was better to fight for a chance of survival here.

Roy, who had never believed in fate, placed her last hope of survival on this inhuman ‘prophet.’

He had claimed that he wouldn’t die before his destiny was fulfilled.

And now, he could still speak unfazed in front of the Lunar Monster that could match a Master-level magic chanter. Presumably, the ‘destiny’ he was talking about wouldn’t be having his spine shattered by a punch from this Hundred-Eyed Rotten Demon, right?

However, the other party shook his head and said, “Of course not. I’m only an ordinary Crow Feather Prophet now. Other than being able to temporarily see the future, my strength is only at the level of an Expert magic chanter. Against a muscular adversary like it, I’ll probably be reduced to meat paste in a few rounds, right? Hahahaha.”

His laughter finally turned into a strange cry.

Roy asked in despair, “So, is your destiny really to be beaten to death by this monster?”

The person smiled and said, “Do you know why I took out this Holy Spirit Disc?”

The monster was less than ten meters away from them. With the other party’s height, it meant only two to three steps.

Before Roy could ask why, the person raised the disc high. A beam of light shot out from the disc and passed through the giant, the bloated undead staggering outside the door, and into the distance.

“I can’t defeat it, but those who can are on their way here.”

His eyes flickered slightly as countless fragments of the future appeared in his vision.

Just as he finished speaking, a knight’s sword wrapped in lightning flew along the ray of light. It flickered a few times in space before piercing through the Hundred-Eyed Rotten Demon’s body and stabbing out of its chest.