Nameless King

Chapter 395 The Second Stage



Every team received an award, which changed a lot, because now everyone had a chance to buy something unique and valuable, even if they didn\'t have enough money before.

"Now, the moment you\'ve all been waiting for has arrived. I will show you the Phantom Treasury!" The white-eyed Spirit spread his arms out to his sides, and the space trembled.

A massive seal glowed on the wall behind the Spirit, and it shattered into small shards. There was a piece of the Phantom Treasury located in this Temple.

"Artur, let\'s go! I can\'t wait to get started and watch the show." The White-Eyed Spirit exclaimed, jumped up, and sat down on the throne.

"Of course." After a few seconds, Artur entered the portal and came out with the first lot, and handed it to one of his assistants.

Several transparent cubes burned bright flames, and intense heat came from them.

"This is the Compressed Fire Essence. It is quite rare as you will be able to use it at will, and as long as the cubes are intact, the flames will regenerate, absorbing energy from the environment." Artur stated.

"What is the strength of the flame in the cubes?" Someone asked.

"Not much. That flame is not meant for battle, it is not for warriors, it is for craftsmen. Since this is the first lot and rather narrowly focused, the starting price will be small, five thousand Void Souls. The minimum step is one hundred Void Souls."

"Ten thousand!" Axalt suddenly exclaimed. It was a guy in a red robe and long black hair.

\'Compressed Fire Essence? Lui Bu asked me to get it when I could.\'

"Fifteen thousand." Wain said calmly, immediately outbidding the last bid.

\'Boy, what are you, an alchemist? What do you need the Fire Essence for?" The guy asked.

"Hmm? Why do you care about that? It\'s an auction, and anyone can bid on an item they like. Whoever has the most money wins."

"You passed the test first and got a lot of money, but do you really think that\'s enough to compete with me?" Axalt exclaimed, and a powerful aura burst out of him, "Twenty thousand."

"Twenty-five thousand." Wain continued to raise the price. He had promised Lui Bu that he would buy what he needed, and now that he had plenty of money, he could do it.

"Boy, you\'re only in Second Chronicle. Aren\'t you afraid I\'ll take the Fire Essence from you by force?" Axalt smirked.

"Fortunately or unfortunately, I don\'t think I need to worry about my safety." Wain said, and suddenly two powerful pressures came over Axalt. One was formidable like an enraged beast, and the other was quiet and deadly like a killer.

The pressures came from Erza and Ern, and because of their power, the tension in the hall hung, and everyone became anxious.

"Sto..."

Artur wanted to stop them, but suddenly the Red-Eyed Spirit signaled him not to. Ern and Axalt passed his test, and he watched them closely, he was curious about what would happen next. Everyone was also curious to see Erza in action again, she was unique.

"From the looks of things, no one will get in our way. Honestly, the challenge was too easy, and I don\'t mind fighting someone. Maybe it would be you?" Ern smiled weakly and squinted his eyes at Axalt.

"Huh, what the fuck are you defending him for? Maybe you have a love triangle? Demon, Elf, and Inerian, that would be a wonderful combination." Axalt grinned.

"You want to check it out?" Erza uttered, and the handle of her chair cracked from the force of her grip.

"Pfft, do what you want. I came here for rare things, not to fight. I\'m not a barbarian after all." Axalt waved his hand and retreated.

"Compressed Fire Essence sold for twenty-five thousand!" Artur exclaimed, and his assistant carried the cubes to Wain.

"How warm..." Wain muttered, moving the cubes between his fingers.

"Have you decided to take up alchemy?" Erza asked.

"No, it\'s a gift for my friend." Wain said and moved the cubes into the ring.

Artur went into the ghostly tomb again and returned with a creepy armor covered with spiky chains and a terrible aura emanating from it.

Click.

The White-Eyed Spirit snapped his fingers, and information about it appeared in the air.

[Spiky Haze (Third Chronicle, Ascendant Rating)

Chestplate is created from the chains of a rare and terrible creature that only appears on foggy nights. Whoever defeated the monster had a strong will to withstand the terror of this creature.

*All stats increase by 200.

*Your resistance to all damage is increased by 10%.

*Skill created - \'Eclipse.\'

-Eclipse

Target your enemy with a curse of blindness and dark flame simultaneously. The more damage your enemy takes, the stronger your attacks will be the next minute. Chains will absorb the fear and pain experienced by the target skill].

"This unusual and rare item was provided by the Master Spirits, especially for the auction. You have a chance to obtain the item from the Phantom Treasury, so don\'t miss it. The starting price is thirty thousand! The minimum bid is three thousand!" Artur exclaimed.

"Oh, this is serious stuff." Wain muttered.

"Yes, it\'s not a bad chestplate. Only a master blacksmith could create something like that, though it\'s more likely this thing came about naturally." Ern said.

"You appreciated it, it looks like this chestplate isn\'t worth so much for nothing."

"Sure." Ern nodded.

Wain did not participate in this bidding, and someone bought the chestplate for ninety thousand Void Souls. It was a huge sum even with the Void Coins received.

"Alright, let\'s get on with it." Artur uttered and entered the portal.

The next few slots were powerful gear and cost a lot of money, but that didn\'t catch Wain\'s attention. He didn\'t know what he was expecting, but he wanted something special. Almost any armor or weapon could be replaced.

Artur brought out the next item, and it was a small piece of paper that gave off a strange, magical aura.

"I have to say that I was shocked when I found out that this was here. You are all definitely lucky to be able to buy this." Artur uttered.


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