Chapter 216: Chapter 111: The Resurrection of Lost Souls! The Headless King—Sangis Anya returned to the governor’s mansion.
As usual, she meditated a bit before resting, but for some reason, the magic power that had been unchanged in her body for a long time suddenly stirrred.
"What happened?" Anya raised her head in surprise.
Why was her magic power so active tonight, as if something had awakened it from within?
Anya found nothing.
She pondered hard but had no answers. When she looked up at the candle stand before her, Anya couldn’t resist reaching out to touch it. The candle flame was warm, and her fingertips got a little grease, then instinctively, she looked at the flame.
Suddenly, in an unconscious motion, a flicker of flame ignited from her fingertip.
This scene seemed to have startled her.
Soon, the flame on Anya’s fingertip extinguished, but she quickly realized, as she concentrated, a new flicker of flame emerged again.
"Can I use spells?"
Anya’s expression was somewhat incredulous. She turned to look at a belt, and in the next instant, the belt seemed to animate like a living snake, automatically flying into her palm, twisting around her arm in circles, and finally stopping at her command. The animated rope returned to normal.
"Something must have happened in Bath!"
Suppressing her excitement, Anya murmured, "Is it because of the revival of faith in the Divine Spirit?"
At the same time.
In the Hot Spring Temple in Bath, the Crow Queen, Triss, assisted by her maid, sat down for a rest. She specifically asked the maid to layer soft cushions, just about to breathe a sigh of relief, she soon sensed something unusual.
Woo woo woo!
A gust of wind whipped up in the room of the Crow Queen, Triss, even though all the doors and windows were closed.
"Wind of Magic?"
"Something seems different?"
The Crow Queen, Triss, disregarded her mild physical discomfort, standing up excitedly, and began chanting with her lips. Suddenly, a beam of moonlight shone through the window onto her palm, and this moonlight transformed into the shape of a bow and arrow.
As the Crow Queen drew the Moon Bow, a radiant light flashed, and a marble pillar was shot with a hole, its power comparable to when Duncan used the Nord Bow to shoot a Wind Arrow.
"My powers? Have they returned a bit?" the Crow Queen murmured.
A gust of wind kicked up.
The Crow Queen, Triss, suddenly disappeared in place, her figure transforming into a swarm of crow-like black mist in the hall, then reappeared ten meters away as if she had teleported.
Her power had indeed returned to some extent, but not to her peak strength.
In strict terms, the strength that the Crow Queen, Triss, regained was roughly equivalent to Heretic Julian’s period, nearly a hundred years ago.
Now, she could use many low-level witchcraft spells normally, but powerful magic was still greatly restricted.
At the temple plaza.
Duncan was venting excess energy, thinking that the Crow Queen, Triss, was a little chick who, though no good at magic, was fun to play with. Anya could at least extinguish fires confidently, while the Crow Queen could only stir them up, leaving Duncan feeling conflicted and seeking something to work out.
Huh?
Why does it feel a bit light?
Duncan lifted a stone pillar weighing several hundred pounds, planning to do a hundred squats, when he soon sensed something was off.
It felt a bit light.
Duncan curiously looked at his own hand, let go with one hand, and exerted his full strength. His muscles bulged, and with just one hand, he lifted the pillar weighing hundreds of pounds.
Holy crap!
Had he broken through his strength limit?
Duncan tried once more and discovered that under full exertion, he could easily lift thousands of pounds without breaking a sweat. If he used all his potential, without entering a Great Frenzy, he could probably lift around a ton.
Not only did his strength improve, but Duncan’s overall physique also surged tremendously, enabling him to lift such a heavy item.
He could easily leap onto the second floor from flat ground, crush warhorses effortlessly while sprinting, and his body strength and reflex speed reached a whole new level of power that he found hard to comprehend.
"Someone come."
Duncan thought of something, summoned his nearby guards, and said solemnly, "Bring me a battle bow."
The general’s personal guard nearby looked puzzled, but soon brought him a battle bow.
Duncan casually threw it to one of them. The man’s archery was passable. Duncan instructed, "Shoot an arrow at me."
The general’s guard’s expression showed a hint of fear, but this was the governor’s order, so he nervously fitted an arrow and aimed at Duncan, who was tens of meters away.
It was already late.
But fortunately, there was firelight nearby. Not daring to fully draw the bow, the strongbow still launched the arrow with a whistling sound.
Whistling!
The sharp arrow flew through the air.
Duncan’s expression was somewhat displeased, and without drawing the Oathkeeper, he suddenly reached out and caught the flying arrow.
"Draw it fully." he said calmly.