Cthulhu Gonfalon Chapter 757 - Vol V Chapter 117

Chapter 757: Vol V Chapter 117

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Leon was quite seriously injured. Just to restore his ability of movement, he needed a full four to five days of cultivation.
The injuries on his body were not serious. It was merely the shattering of his internal organs due to impact when a magical anti-phasing of his spell occurred. Such injuries could almost be fatal to ordinary people, but to him, this was nothing. Leon was a master at the legendary peak. For those who had reached this level, their bodies would have undergone a certain degree of sanctification. This would mean that even if there were missing arms or broken legs, they could grow back or repair these limbs again, much less a mere internal injury. For Leon, the true cause of such a serious injury was the impact of the shock dealt to his soul. It was an extremely violent concussion.
Casting a spell to travel back in time was extremely dangerous. During the process of spellcasting, his entire being would be in a completely defenseless state. Even the tenacity to protect his body would be temporarily invalidated. At this point in time, even an ordinary strong man with a big club in his hands could possibly give Leon some serious injuries. So to ensure his safety, he took refuge in the quiet room of the temple of the Church of the Void Mask in Garth City. This would allow him to cast his magic without giving anyone the chance to plot against him.
But it had never occurred to him that the target whom which he had cast a spell to spy upon, was a master who could traverse the barriers of time and sense the “future” while being in the “past!”
Not only that, that master could even traverse time to attack him, who was positioned in the “future!”
Such an ability was definitely not what he expected to see from a master at the advanced legendary or legendary peak. This was truly a master from the Realm of God! This was a powerful demigod who had truly stepped into the Realm of God, or perhaps even a figure that was not any weaker than the other gods and monsters!
Maybe, it was simply a clone of a real god.
If Leon had been prepared, given the magical objects he had with him, it would not have been impossible to defeat a Demigod master. However, he was completely defenseless and had never thought that the other party would be so strong and brutal. It was tantamount to walking over with bare hands and then sticking out one’s neck to accept a blow from the other party’s blade. If not for divine grace that was bestowed to him by Sui Xiong that gave him protection, it was possible that he might have been half-dead, or it might have even been enough to make him bedridden for many years down the road. That would not be something strange either.
To be able to barely regain his ability of movement after a few days of self-cultivation, he should already be counting his blessings.
Speaking of which, in fact, Sui Xiong should be the one to claim the credit. Since the previous time where Leon died in the battlefield and was later resurrected, Sui Xiong had been regularly using his Divine Power to strengthen Leon’s soul and prevent him from being assassinated by arcane methods—but for people who were resurrected after death, their souls and bodies were no longer that closely bound. Using means that targeted the soul to attack them would reap effective results with half the amount of effort.
Over the years, Sui Xiong had cast spells to strengthen Leon’s soul so many times that he had almost formed a Divine Shield around Leon’s soul. This time around, the attacker’s target was Leon’s soul, so the shield was put to use in blocking off 60% to 70% of the power of the attack. This was how Leon managed to survive this ordeal.
While working on the rehabilitation of his injuries, Leon meticulously combed through the entire chain of events. Eventually, he also understood what happened. Apart from the lingering fear after the entire event, he also began to feel somewhat wary.
All these years, he had been on a roll. It was almost as if he could get everything he wished for, and everything would go his way. Unknowingly, he had become a little arrogant and conceited. Especially in the last decade or so, he was often called the “top master of the world.” He was always very modest when personally responding to people addressing him by this title. But nevertheless, deep in his heart, his thoughts did resonate with these thoughts that the people had of him.
Legendary peak level, well-equipped with magical objects, well-versed in magic and martial arts… with these qualifications, he most certainly had what it took to vie for the honor of being the “top master of the world.”
But honestly speaking, was it really that great to be the top in the world?
Haha.
If the mortal world did not have the protection of the enchantment left behind by the Goddess of Life, where those powerful gods and monsters could not set foot on, how serious would a master at the legendary peak be?
As the top master under His Majesty, the Void Mask’s command, and as the archbishop of the church, sooner or later, he would have to follow His Majesty to deal with the major situations. And when the time came for him to leave the mortal world to go to the Thousand Worlds, where he would have to fight against countless masters, a mere master at the legendary peak like him—would he be able to prevail over his opponents?
Take this time, for instance. Just an unidentified demigod master could easily inflict such a severe injury on him. If not for His Majesty’s grace in protecting him, there was no way he would be able to pull through so easily.
In time to come, he would have to face those demigod masters. By that time, surely, he would not think of living his entire life under His Majesty’s protection?
Leon was a proud man. Even though he clearly knew that there was a great difference between humans and god, he would not tolerate the idea of him being a burden that required another’s protection!
So he reflected on the painful experience and made up his mind to correct his attitude, practice hard and strive to step up into the Realm of God as soon as possible. He would become the first demigod master of the Church of the Void Mask.
But what Leon did not know was that the other person who wounded him was in fact, not in a very good situation either.
“Oh no! Oh dear!” cried a beauty fully dressed in military attire. Her face was pale, and she was pacing about ceaselessly in a pitch-dark underground cavern like a cat on hot bricks.
“What’s the matter with you?” asked a statue out of puzzlement. It was lying in the corner for self-cultivation.
“I just sensed that someone was traveling back in time to investigate the matter of me killing that fat pig,” said Sophie Red Moon, or rather the founder of the Red Moon Dynasty, the Red Moon King. With a frown, she said, “Of course I would naturally give it to him. You know my style. Since I have to strike, I’ll pull no punches.”
“You killed that person?”
“No, his soul is protected by Divine Power. I only injured him.”

“Divine Power?” the statue exclaimed. It was a little surprising and asked, “Which god is he an elector of? Or is he a Son of God?”
The Red Moon King was silent for a moment, then in a low voice, she said, “I think that the Divine Power that’s protecting him comes from His Majesty, the Void Mask.”
The statue was so surprised that it almost leaped up from the ground, “What did you say?!”
Because it was overly shocked, even its speaking volume was raised a few decibels as it asked, “Did you make a mistake?”
“I might be mistaken about the Divine Power of anyone else, but I’d be wrong in identifying the Void Mask’s Divine Power. Before I came down to Earth, His Majesty had even made it a point for me to familiarize myself with his Divine Power. Because he was more or less the only powerful god that could move about Earth, familiarizing myself with his Divine Power will prevent me from seeking death by offending him.”
The statue nodded and asked, “So… did you tread on his toes this time?”
“I think I should have. There are only a few people in the world who are qualified enough for him to use his Divine Power to protect their souls. Considering that fat pig’s social relationships, the person who cast the spell to spy on me this time is most possibly the Archbishop of the Void Mask’s church. He is the ‘blade master of Garth,’ Leon Igor.”
“Good heavens! The Void Masks holds that fellow dear and treats him as precious as his own children and grandchildren. There was once where the Void Mask has even killed two gods in a row because he was killed!” the statue exclaimed. It got to its feet and cried, “Why don’t… you hurry back and lay low for a while?”
“Will I be able to escape?” the Red Moon King asked back with a wry smile.
The statue was silent for a moment, then said, “There’s no escape for you.”
“Yes. If he really wants to kill me, there’s nowhere I can escape to. Maybe I can escape back to the God’s Kingdom, but that would definitely cause great trouble for His Majesty. I can’t do that!” cried the Red Moon King with a bitter laugh. She went on to say, “Now, I can only hope that Leon Igor is proud enough, so proud that he will take this matter upon himself and personally come to settle the score with me later.”
“Later, if he comes looking for you… that may not necessarily be a good thing. He’s much more powerful than we were. Give it another 200 to 300 years, you’ll no longer be a match for him.”
“True, maybe he doesn’t even need long,” the Red Moon King said with a laugh. Then she eased up and said, “But no matter what, at least I can live for another 200 to 300 years.”
With that, she could not help laughing heartily as she said, “I was born a slave. After going through countless struggles and battles, I finally became a king. Be it danger or death, I have had my fair share of experiences. There’s nothing to fear.

“So long as I complete the mission that His Majesty has entrusted to me before I die, I will die in peace!”