Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 487 - 267: Book Immortal

At the start of the game, players often only have affordable low-star attendants, but as players continue to draw cards and grow stronger, their strength gradually becomes outdated, turning into "warehouse managers."

Anomaly is a strengthening of these veteran attendants.

The typical strategy is that certain attendants undergo plot enhancements and then return to the card pool after star promotion, serving as an advanced version of the attendant.

This is reasonable because attendants aren’t unchangeable—they should grow, which is a delightful thing to see.

As long as it’s not too blatant, swapping a popular attendant into swimwear and carrying a water gun, declaring it as an "anomaly" with a limited tag, pushing them to the top of the strength charts, no one will have anything to say about it.

It satisfies the demands of the strength party and allows the nostalgic party to legitimately bring their "old buddies" back into the battlefield; most importantly, the manufacturers can earn a substantial profit.

A win-win-win!

Prajna evidently qualifies for anomaly.

As a six-star given at the game’s launch, everyone has had to use her, and her popularity is certainly not low. As for her strength... there is strength, but using her isn’t entirely pleasant, as defense can never match output.

Moreover, the legend of the Three-Life Stone seems to connect with Prajna.

Legend has it that beside Naihe Bridge there’s a Three-Life Stone, which can reflect a soul’s past life, present life, and future life. After viewing it, souls can peacefully drink the Meng Po Soup and reincarnate.

As the Gatekeeper of Hell, Prajna should be quite compatible with this.

...

Golden light enveloped Prajna.

This isn’t holy radiance, but the gold of "Golden Legend."

Losa, lying motionless in the "Amber," thought somewhat wistfully:

He had seen Prajna’s anomaly form. That appearance really didn’t suit the word attractive—spiral single horn, green long hair, sharp claws and teeth—completely mismatched with the Buddhist term "Prajna."

Because during the initial design, the name was taken from Fusang legends, the familiar monster image "Prajna" from ukiyo-e art.

Losa isn’t unaware of the consequences of such a monster appearing in public.

But even bearing the infamous name of driving evil ghosts is better than allowing enemy casters to perform, because no one knows better than Losa how terrifying a full-powered advanced caster can be.

Moreover, the caster on the dragon’s back isn’t dead yet!

He’s merely pierced by a Demon-Blocking Gold javelin, far from death. If rescued, he poses a huge threat.

However, it’s not impossible to "justify" it. He feels he has the potential to be a charlatan, just claiming—angels transform into thousands, with shapes that aren’t fixed, showing a dreadful demeanor to incurable heretic devils is fine.

With the Holy Spear in his hand and significant achievements in dragon slaying, as long as this battle is won, his reputation in the Holy Land will skyrocket, even the Pope would hesitate to fall out with him.

...

Only when the golden light dispersed,

The figure appearing before Losa was not the green-haired, single-horned evil ghost he anticipated, but a white-clad woman like snow, floating like an immortal. Her hands were empty, supporting a half-height Ghost Face Shield, standing still.

Not Evil Ghost Bodhisattva?

The system’s notification sounded: Your legendary attendant Prajna has awakened past-life wisdom under the effects of the Three-Life Stone, obtaining a brand-new anomaly template, which can switch with the old template at any time.

Note: Life Value and Magic Power will be equivalently interchanged after switching.

New Template:

Name: Xie Lingyun

Category: Summoner

Quality: Legendary Level (Six-star)

Level: 70

Intimacy: Trustworthy

Power: 95

Agility: 65

Physical Strength: 95

Endurance: 85

Spiritual Power: 285

Introduction: Reading over ten thousand books, writing like a deity.

Talent:

Past and Present: Prajna who is familiar with past and present has regained former abilities, increasing her Spiritual Power by an additional thirty percent.

Pen Like Thunder: As the pen falls, wind and rain surprise, poem completed, seeing ghosts and gods. The Book Immortal’s written creations will reflect in reality to a degree, she can summon characters from her stories to assist at any time.

Public Opinion: The more widespread the Book Immortal’s stories circulate, the stronger the characters will become when summoned.

Skills: Calming the Storm: A single word to calm the storm, a field-controlling skill that can control all enemy actions for a short time.

Pen Like Thunder: (Requires Elite Level 1 to unlock)

Banished Immortal: (Requires Elite Level 2 to unlock)

Evaluation: A Book Immortal banished to Hell, she was once an enthusiastic girl, but evidently this enthusiasm brought her a painful price.

Ever since she was banished to Hell, she often presents herself under the code name "Prajna"; perhaps even she has forgotten her true name.

Was Prajna’s identity before becoming part of the Ghost Race actually an "immortal"?

Losa was confused for a moment, feeling that his most familiar companion had suddenly become a stranger.

Prajna, dressed in white as snow, raised her jade fingers with nonchalance, lightly tapped the Ghost Face Shield, which immediately seemed to melt under the frightened gaze of the ghost face on it, transforming into a longsword-shaped weapon.

She picked up the longsword in her hand and began to write.

"Calm!"

A sharp, cold command.

From a bird’s-eye view in the sky, one could vaguely see an illusionary square character slowly imprinting on the ground.

The next moment, the surging flood of evil spirits became frozen in time.

Encased in amber, Losa raised his head and could see an illusionary spirit body with a misty cloud-like lower half frozen above him—not completely static, faintly still moving, only slowed down countless times.

Is this the power of "time"?

Losa suddenly noticed his little finger trembled slightly—Can I move?

...

Jeanne raised an eyebrow, stunned into silence: "What new ability is this of Prajna’s?"

In any world, delving into the domain of time is always mysterious and awe-inspiring.

Especially so for wizards in search of truth.

The eclipse continued to race.

Trampling on one evil spirit after another, trapped in stasis.

To an ordinary person, clusters of green flames, like ghost lights, seemed to appear and vanish out of thin air, but to Jeanne, those were evil spirits burned into torches.

Prajna’s expression remained calm, only the light in her eyes dimmed slightly, as she raised her hand and pointed forward: "Igni."

The sea of fire surged, each evil spirit was shattered into remnants, gathering into her black longsword—the form had changed, but the essence of the Ghost Face Shield remained, still a fragment of the Hell Gate.

Across from her, Mudeliji’s eyes were filled with disbelief. The evil spirit army’s strength was limited, many were merely ordinary souls he’d simply modified a bit to make up the numbers. He expected them to be destroyed by the enemy, but never in this manner.

Suddenly, a silver sword pierced the air.

A white-haired man wielding a longsword suddenly appeared behind Mudeliji.

He almost instantly reacted, the ring on his finger exploded, transforming into an extremely cold aura that froze the man, yet swiftly, a strong wind whistled from behind once again.

Looking back, shockingly, another identical white-haired man, holding a silver sword, fiercely struck at him.

A huge evil spirit emerged behind Mudeliji, blocking the white-haired man’s assault, but paid the price of having almost half its body sliced through.

The white-haired man relentlessly pursued, his amber eyes glinting subtly like a beast, his swordsmanship honed over countless battles, seemingly seeing through the weakness of such spirit bodies. He pinched a magic seal, a purple halo flashed, directly immobilizing the evil spirit’s body, splitting it in half with one strike from the center.

Bang—

A surge of spiritual power crashed towards the white-haired man.

But he immediately activated another seal technique, hearing a bang, a golden brilliance flashed over him, forcefully withstanding the hastily cast spell from Mudeliji.

"Die!"

Mudeliji angrily shouted.

A skeletal hand reached out from under the white-haired man’s feet, immediately grabbing him, followed by two spine bones, seemingly just pulled from a fleshy body, still stained with mottled blood, piercing directly through the man’s body.

Yet swiftly, another strong wind whistled.

The somewhat embarrassed Mudeliji dodged aside, looking back, a new white-haired man appeared behind him, expression cold, cat-like eyes like amber.

Beside him, frozen in ice, opposite, the white-haired man impaled by the spine bones, had already vanished without a trace.

Mudeliji incredulously asked: "Who are you really?"

Outstanding swordsmanship, possessing some casting ability, and most importantly, possessing this eerie undying body—how is he supposed to deal with such an enemy?

The white-haired man’s expression remained cold, his stubbly face starkly uttering a single word: "Van Helsing."

He paused, then added: "You can also call me Geralt."