Steampunk: Sixth Era Epic-Chapter 1043 [Tranquil Stance]

Shard’s body surface, the traces of Divine Afterglow and Embers of the Primal Fire intertwined on the petrified skin, with the flickering frequency reaching the extreme. Simultaneously, as the overflowing Spirit and elements from absorbing part of the Weeping Angel reached the limit, Shard’s stone pieces on the body surface and petrified wings on the back all exploded, from which Shard emerged completely unscathed.

[Outlander, the Miracle Soul Rune "Wrath" has been linked with Arcane Technique - Great Sin Chain.] freēnovelkiss.com

Unlike "Sloth" obtained from the Sin Mansion, which requires a ritual from the knowledge of Great Sin to link with Arcane Technique, Wrath was already a power compatible with Shard himself. Thus, the Arcane Technique Great Sin Chain was linked to the fourth Spirit Rune, and Shard could feel this Arcane Technique, brought by devouring the flesh of Desire, becoming even stronger.

The Stone Statue of the Weeping Angel, which had almost fused with Shard just now, had finally completely separated from Shard’s body at this moment. At the cost of part of its essence, it detached from Shard’s body and quickly slid towards the darkness in the distance.

The separation of the two represents that the portion of power now entirely belongs to Shard, giving birth to a brand-new Arcane Technique as the voice chuckled softly in his ear:

[Outlander, you have consumed part of the Weeping Angel’s power, enhancing Charm, Holy Resistance, and greatly increasing physical strength.]

[Outlander, you have acquired the Arcane Technique - Tranquil Stance. When you are in a state of anger, maintain the posture of covering your face with both hands, transforming yourself into a stone statue that perfectly blends into the environment. In this state, no negative condition can affect you, and your defense increases significantly.]

Moore doesn’t need to mention, Shard already knew that the power of this Arcane Technique came from the Weeping Angel. Although he couldn’t inherit the more miraculous traits of the Relic, the cost-free spellcasting, requiring only actions to use the Arcane Technique, was satisfactory enough for Shard.

"But why did I devour the Relic?"

He was puzzled by this.

[Divinity Backlash.]

"She" chuckled softly, and Shard nodded without pursuing the matter further, watching as the Angel Statue slid into the deeper darkness.

He has no means to contain this Relic, and it’s unlikely the other party would come closer to him again. Besides, he has more important matters to attend to now than preventing the escape of the "Angel."

"Shard, are you all right?"

As the Ring of Fate behind Shard slowly disappeared, Lecia, with reddened eyes, rushed towards Shard and hugged him. Princess Margaret, playing with her long hair hanging before her, looked at the two, with an indescribable emotion she couldn’t comprehend. It’s not that she perceived Shard Hamilton to have a chaotic personal life; such things are seen quite often among Princesses from the Royal Family.

She just envied Lecia Cavendish’s good fortune, the kind of fortune to have such a lover...

"But in this way, isn’t she sharing with her aunt..."

The princess with golden hair thought of this point, intensifying the inexplicable emotion in her heart.

Beside her, Iluna coughed, she noticed the unusual relationship between Shard and the Royal Princess, but it wasn’t the time for this:

"The Church’s Circle Sorcerer will arrive here in about thirty seconds. Mister Rendall of the Sunlight Greatsword is in the north of the city solving another matter tonight; otherwise, their speed would be faster."

"I’m fine... Can you delay them for a while? Just a few minutes will do."

Shard, hugging Lecia, asked Iluna, who glanced at the red-haired Princess and nodded:

"Very easy."

As she spoke, the Dark Golden Balance above her head shone brightly. Iluna crossed her left index finger and right middle finger, aiming at the depths of the black mist, and solemnly said:

"Edict — Pause!"

The dense darkness became even deeper, and the Witch’s Secret Arts combined with the part of Dark Power Iluna obtained after defeating Daknis, whereby the darkness enveloping the Concert Hall became thicker and more mysterious.

"Lecia, Princess Margaret, you should leave here first. Walk into the dark, find somewhere to pretend being unconscious, just now... oh, no need to pretend being unconscious, just walk towards the darkness."

He felt the pendant on his chest heating up; Miss Sylvia had arrived.

"Rest assured, you saved us; I know nothing."

Princess Margaret said, her beautiful eyes studying Shard’s disguised face. Although this matter was triggered by Shard, he indeed risked danger to hold back the statue just now:

"You... this face, isn’t as good-looking as your own face."

She didn’t know why she said such words.

"I’ll find you tonight."

Lecia, with eyes still red, kissed Shard’s side face and whispered in his ear. After wiping her eyes, Lecia returned the Demon Hunting Seal to Shard, and the two princesses left his side together.

Stepping into the boundless darkness, inexplicably, neither felt panic; instead, the darkness became so reassuring.

Princess Margaret stopped herself from speaking, as she had many questions about Shard she wanted to ask. However, just before she opened her mouth, a familiar voice appeared behind her, followed by a pale woman’s hand resting on the shoulders of both princesses:

"Your Highnesses, please return to your seats."

Sensing the traces of the Witch’s Secret Arts, Miss Sylvie, who arrived here before the Church, took a step back. Princess Lecia and Princess Margaret only felt a sudden darkness before they were back in their seats, shrouded in thin blackness.

The audience in the concert hall all had their heads tilted, appearing asleep. This area had been temporarily breached, and under the leadership of five High Ring Sorcerers, the Church’s Circle Sorcerers were casting spells against the stage enveloped in thick black mist.

"What happened just now? How did you end up in there?"

Miss Sylvie asked from behind the two princesses. Her voice didn’t spread out, and Princess Margaret clearly remembered that her teacher didn’t come to the concert hall tonight:

"Teacher, did you come specifically to rescue me? Oh, this is Princess Lecia, my Circle Sorcerer partner in Tobesk, and this is... my Circle Sorcerer teacher."

The princess introduced softly, knowing that the Church’s Circle Sorcerers working to expel the black mist couldn’t hear her, but she remained cautious. When she mentioned the word "teacher," she sneaked a glance at Miss Sylvie, saw no objection from her, and slightly relaxed.

In her haste, she hadn’t clearly seen the Matchstick Girl and the Sleeping Princess that Lecia summoned, but they were identical to the Blonde Writer, indicating she was also a Circle Sorcerer.

"Good evening, Your Highness."

Miss Sylvie nodded to Lecia and continued to ask with concern:

"What is the situation inside?"

Though she arrived a moment later, she actually saw Shard earlier. Of course, she didn’t see Dr. Schneider, who was further away.

"The demon wanted revenge on me, and we were saved by a Circle Sorcerer with a sword."

Princess Margaret briefly explained, the excitement in her heart temporarily suppressed by the presence of Miss Sylvie. The familiar scent of perfume strengthened her resolve to become a Witch Apprentice.

"A Circle Sorcerer with a sword..."

Miss Sylvie hadn’t seen Shard use the Night Watchman but heard it was the sword of the God Summoner. Shard had explained to Miss Galina that the Church mistaken his identity during the battle at Midshire Fort, which Miss Sylvie was unaware of.

The eerie music on the stage shrouded in darkness became increasingly low, revealing that Shard was dealing with the Weeping Angel, while the demon of desire had nearly been handled by the doctor.

"Iluna, just meet up with your companions later. If you have time tomorrow morning, you and Luviya should come to my place."

"No problem."

The seventeen-year-old girl smiled and nodded, turning towards the darkness opposite the balcony.

Shard quickly headed to the small balcony under the moonlight, seeing the doctor standing relaxed there. Opposite him, writhing sludge clung to the white railing of the balcony, and in the sludge, Victor Vanny’s head emerged, cursing the doctor in demon language.

"You said you wanted to take care of defeating it."

The doctor nodded to Shard.

"Doctor, you should leave directly and take this with you."

Shard wrapped the Night Watchman in his coat, then transformed it into a new violin case. The doctor carefully touched the case, ensured it wouldn’t attack him, and then held it:

"Alright, be careful."

The "be careful" was to avoid being spotted by the Church, but Shard’s escape abilities far surpassed the doctor’s, and he was not worried about this.

Summoning the silver Moonlight Greatsword from the air, Shard slowly walked towards the edge of the balcony. The small balcony on the concert hall’s exterior was only big enough for five or six people to stand loosely, so he reached the edge in just two steps.

He was about to thrust the sword towards the head that continued cursing the "Demon Hunter colluding with demons," but unexpectedly Victor Vanny’s head suddenly opened its mouth towards Shard.

A sharp arrow of black mud shot from its mouth, and Shard dodged sideways. When he turned back to the demon’s body, unexpected by the demon was flying into the sky:

"We’ll see about that! Hmm?"

Pitch-black chains extended from Shard’s sleeves towards the snowy night sky, [Gluttony], [Greed], [Sloth], [Rage], written in languages of different eras, four rune strings connecting the black chains tightly bound the black mud in the sky, reminding the Outlander of childhood memories of flying kites.

He smiled at the demon flying in the snowy night sky:

"You just said three rune locks couldn’t hold you, what about now?"

He didn’t need to act; the doctor wouldn’t allow the demon to escape.

Though Shard had struggled for a long time without gaining an advantage against the badly injured demon, he barely managed to stop it with the fourth form of [Moonlight Slash] and the demon-specialized Night Watchman, and the doctor took only a few minutes to reduce the demon to its final form; dealing with demons was indeed the doctor’s specialty.

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