Night Ranger - Full Series - 735 Chapters

by Dark Blue Coconut Milk

  Balkh created him but was unable to control him. Marvin had no interest in killing such a pitiful man.

  In the depths of the valley, Baro was completely immobile, still feeling at a loss as he stared at Marvin’s back.

  He kneeled there, not moving for a long time.

  Eventually, night fell. A pair of scarlet eyes suddenly opened.

  After two minutes, a conflagration flared up and the valley was engulfed in fire.

  Out of the smoke, a strange, tall shadow silently left the valley with a broken sword.

  No one knew where he would go. Now, just like everyone else in this world, even if he was standing in front of a deep abyss, he would still walk forward.

  …

  Eisengel.

  An old man wearing a pair of glasses looked at Marvin in shock.

  “You killed Balkh?”

  Marvin set the Demon’s head on the tablet, asserting, “You can appraise it to see whether it’s a Greater Demon’s head or not.”

  The old Wizard pushed up his glasses and took a deep look at Marvin.

  “Youth, you misunderstand me.”

  “It’s not that Eisengel has no one that is able to kill such a Demon, but you should know why no one was willing to do that.”

  Of course Marvin knew.

  Balkh didn’t represent just himself. He was the son of that famous Demon Lord.

  Demon Lord Balkh was a critical existence in the Abyss. Although he couldn’t compare with the peak Demon Lords, he was also considered a powerful Hegemon.

  The Crimson Wasteland wasn’t Feinan and didn’t have the protection of the Universe Magic Pool.

  This place was covered in spatial cracks, so Demons and Devils with a lot of power could force their way in.

  Forces from all over the Universe were fighting over territory and resources. Although Balkh was working on his own, that didn’t mean he had no backup.

  Killing Balkh would bring one great trouble. Thus, most of the strongest powerhouses in Eisengel decided to look away.

  Only someone who was in a rush like Marvin would choose to take this mission.

  But he wasn’t afraid.

  Balkh’s father was indeed troublesome. But at most, he was a bit more troublesome than Glynos. What about the Black Dragon God he had offended, or the Dream God, or Tidoma… Hartson?

  In any case, he had offended the Gods and a few powerhouses of the Negative Energy Plane already. So what if a Demon Lord was added to that pile?

  This kind of situation would worry others. But Marvin wasn’t afraid of them. He only paid attention to his own strength.

  He believed that as long as his strength was increased quickly enough, when those Gods and Demons came after him, he would be able to directly send them away!

  This was Marvin’s confidence.

  …

  After completing the quest with the old caster, Marvin finally received the reward for his mission.

  Although Blood Essence Stones were extremely precious, after getting so many things from Balkh, Marvin didn’t care about that relatively meager amount of Blood Essence Stones.

  He cared more about the two maps.

  To a newcomer, information was more important. And among the information available, Maps were considered most important.

  Otherwise, if he went around blindly, many things could go wrong.

  To be honest, Eisengel’s camp seemed to have held back a bit of information from the maps to some extent.

  Many parts of the maps weren’t complete.

  But they were still rather kindhearted as most of the dangerous locations were indicated while some major locations were roughly marked too.

  The Crimson Wasteland was vast. The world’s map divided it into five sections, each of them separated by a long mountain range. The place Marvin was currently at, Eisengel, was in the southern region.

  This world map didn’t give Marvin a lot of information, but the small, detailed map did.

  The forces around Eisengel were pointed out in the details on the map, including the Devil Pond, the Dark Abyss, Mushroom City, and other hostile powers.

  It was worth mentioning that as a Human force, Eisengel still had allies in the surroundings.

  Following the Withered Leaf Promenade north would lead to Black Swan Hill.

  This was a hub of communications and was the residence of a mysterious old man. He was raising groups of Black Swans and offered people interplanar information services.

  These Black Swans were of a very special breed, said to be able to travel through time to arrive at the place you wanted the information delivered to.

  And it was also said that in Black Swan Hill, there was a very powerful force that no one dared to provoke.

  Thus, some smaller settlements formed in the surroundings of Black Swan Hill.

  But the mysterious old man was quite eccentric and didn’t pay any attention to the olive branch sent by other Human forces.

  Eisengel’s real ally was another territory named [Holy Light City].

  And this Holy Light City was northwest of Black Swan Hill.

  ‘Holy Light City…’

  ‘Isn’t that the place the last message from Half-God Minsk was sent from?’

  Marvin’s eyes shone as he immediately began preparing for his departure.

  Chapter 504: Cold Light’s Grasp

  Chapter 504: Cold Light’s Grasp

  Translator: Translation Nation Editor: Translation Nation

  Marvin didn’t stay long in Eisengel.

  This camp mainly made up of Human Wizards was bound to just be a stop on his journey. He rested for a day in the camp and left Eisengel under the cover of the night.

  He obtained a few good things from Balkh, but unfortunately, Eisengel was only a small camp. There was no Grandmaster Appraiser, so Marvin wasn’t able to get the items identified.

  But he had heard that there were all kinds of talented Appraisers in Holy Light City.

  The place was also one of the most powerful Human forces in the Crimson Wasteland.

  While Marvin was gathering information about Holy Light City back in Eisengel, a recent rumor caught his attention.

  Apparently, Holy Light City hadn’t been very peaceful lately. The daughter of the Moon Goddess Faniya, Miss Silvermoon, had apparently been seen in Holy Light City. She was a secretive person, but had still been recognized by a few knowledgeable people.

  It was once divined that Miss Silvermoon’s most beloved artifact was buried in some hidden jewel cave in the surroundings of Holy Light City.

  Thus, Holy Light City was very lively in recent days and many forces were lusting after it.

  Marvin didn’t know much about the mysterious Moon Goddess, and her daughter, Miss Silvermoon also rarely openly appeared. But he knew about the famous Cold Light’s Grasp.

  There was a great amount of knowledge about Legendary straight daggers out of the things that were important to know in order to advance as an Assassin in Feinan.

  And Marvin was naturally infatuated with these weapons. His [Azure Leaf]s were considered outstanding among daggers.

  But from what he knew, the Cold Light’s Grasp daggers were a rank above that.

  His [Azure Leaf]s were a pair of Legendary Items, while the [Cold Light’s Grasp]s were a pair of Artifacts!

  They were a pair of daggers that ranked above [Nightfall].

  ‘The Crimson Wasteland was said to have been the battlefield for a multitude of wars. Countless Gods fell here.’

  ‘From what I know, Miss Silvermoon died in the 3rd era. It’s most likely her soul that is lingering here.’

  ‘Could Cold Light’s Grasp really be appearing?’

  Thinking up to this point, Marvin couldn’t help feeling a bit heated up.

  He would try his luck on this trip to Holy Light City to look for Minsk and see if he could get Cold Light’s Grasp while he was there.

  After all, Azure Leaf was already proof that powerful weapons would greatl
y enhance his own considerable strength.

  He crossed the field and set foot on the Withered Leaf Promenade, walking northward under the cover of the night.

  …

  Somewhere in the Abyss, flames were swaying between mountains.

  A roar suddenly shook the land.

  “Someone dared to kill my child!”

  It was a Demon that was the size of a small mountain!

  The place was an endless battlefield. A large number of strange insects were rushing out of various cracks all over the place. The Greater Demon brandished his huge hammer and crushed these insects into green juice.

  That juice stoked his Demon Flame while at the same time stoking his anger!

  The army of Demons behind him also shouted angrily, attacking their enemies.

  This was a great victory.

  A whole new Secondary Plane had been conquered.

  But Demon Lord Balkh wasn’t excited at all.

  In fact, as the war ended, he immediately returned to his own territory.

  His eyes pierced through the plane, looking at the youth’s face.

  The other side seemed to have felt his gaze and turned to look at him.

  Next second, an immense power interfered and he lost track of the youth.

  “To actually kill my most promising child…” Balkh’s anger was seething.

  But he couldn’t do much about it.

  His son had died in the Crimson Wasteland.

  There was an agreement between Gods and Demons that powerhouses at his level couldn’t enter the Crimson Wasteland.

  Those who died in the Crimson Wasteland couldn’t be avenged, or else that plane would have been destroyed by someone in fury by now.

  But even if Demon Lords couldn’t personally intervene, it didn’t mean that they couldn’t send others to do so.

  “Immediately gather information about that Human.”

  “Use all the forces we have in the Crimson Wasteland. I saw it was the Southern Wasteland. How many people do we have there?”

  Facing Balkh’s question, the beautiful Succubus secretary softly answered, “We don’t have many people in the Southern Wasteland.”

  “But the good news is that [Blade] is there.”

  Balkh sneered, “Have him bring that Human’s head back to me.”

  After three minutes, in a deserted woodland in Holy Light City’s surroundings, a mantis-like shadow slowly awakened.

  …

  Bloody Wasteland, North of Holy Light City.

  The Wasteland’s climate was very strange and there were no fixed rules.

  For example, the north of Holy Light City was an overgrown snow mountain, and further in was a flowery land that seemed to be in the heights of springtime.

  On the endless snowy slope, a young girl was strenuously walking forward.

  Not far from her, a short branch was peeking out a snow-covered tree.

  The young girl walked past without any change of expression.

  But as she passed by that branch, it turned into a snake!

  “Ssss!”

  The snake snapped at her pierced into the young girl’s neck, but the strange thing was that no blood flowed.

  “Woosh!”

  A cold light flashed and the head of the snake fell to the ground.

  It disappeared after rolling down the slope.

  “You shouldn’t waste your talent.”

  A gentle voice echoed beside the girl’s ears. “I know that your people are innate assassins, but Assassins relying solely on their natural talents will easily die on their path.”

  The young girl’s expression was very calm as she retorted, “Which Assassin won’t die? You want me to stay worthless all my life and just keep on living like this?”

  The voice sounded very helpless as it complained, “Sometimes, I really feel like you are my teacher instead.”

  The young girl revealed a rare smiling expression. “Rest assured, Teacher, I have a spring of the Fountain of Youth, my lifespan is enough for me to use it.”

  “The Fountain of Youth isn’t omnipotent. You already practiced in a special space for ten years. The way you have been squandering it, you won’t have long left when you return to Feinan.”

  That voice was still trying to persuade her.

  The girl looked at the sky and resolutely said, “It’s good enough. I don’t expect to live long.”

  “I only hope to become stronger as fast as I can. Only in that way can I help him.”

  “Teacher, you said that Cold Light’s Grasp is suitable to be my weapon, but can we really find it?”

  With a tone full of pride, the gentle voice answered, “Of course.”

  “After all… it is the weapon I used when I was alive…”

  “Go, Holy Light City isn’t far now.”

  Chapter 505: Black Swan Hill [Two in One]

  Chapter 505: Black Swan Hill [Two in One]

  Translator: Translation Nation Editor: Translation Nation

  The Crimson Wasteland was a desolate place.

  Especially the wilderness when it was dark. Marvin was walking alone, and he never encountered any intelligent lifeforms other than howling monsters.

  From what he had seen so far, he could tell already that the small map was obviously not to scale. The Withered Leaf Promenade was a lot longer than Marvin had thought.

  He walked for a full night before leaving that oppressing sky.

  Fortunately, after killing Balkh, there were no more particularly troublesome obstacles left on the path, only some common monsters. Marvin could slash his way through without making any real effort.

  The advantage was that it saved him a lot of trouble, but the disadvantage was that he wouldn’t be able to obtain more Comprehension points.

  Now he was at [8/10] Comprehension.

  In other words, after he obtained two more Comprehension points, he would become a level 2 Ruler of the Night.

  Each time a Legend class was leveled up, the person’s strength would drastically increase. Although Marvin couldn’t currently increase his Dexterity due to the restraint of the Godly attribute realm, there were other ways to improve.

  Moreover, those valuable skill points would allow him to learn another impressive Ruler of the Night skill.

  Compared to other Legends, Marvin also had the [Essence Absorption System] as an advantage.

  It was just that in the system, experience was at a much lower rank than Comprehension, creating a glut of it now that he was a Legend.

  Marvin tried numerous times to see if he could somehow convert a few hundred thousand experience points into Comprehension points. But it turned out to be impossible.

  Marvin’s power had not reached a point where he could be above the rules.

  In any case, after a night, Marvin reached the end of the promenade and arrived on wide plain.

  The mountain range in the distance looked like a swan flapping its wings.

  A Black Swan.

  ‘Black Swan Hill, finally.’

  …

  Due to Eisengel’s pass, Marvin was allowed to enter Black Swan Hill with no problems.

  He looked around and saw many people.

  Marvin was surprised to see that there were non-Legends among the inhabitants!

  They weren’t just common civilians, though. They were all at least 3rd rank or 4th rank. But still, it might be very difficult for them to survive in this cruel wasteland.

  Apparently, Black Swan Hill was protecting them.

  Marvin suddenly thought of the rumors about that mysterious old man.

  The fact that even the Demons and Evil Spirits wouldn’t dare provoke Black Swan Hill cleared showed the man’s intimidating strength.

  Marvin asked the guards indirectly about how to find the mysterious old man.

  He didn’t expect that the process would be rather simple.

  The mysterious old man didn’t object to meeting outsiders. His mysteriousness lay in his origins, not his appear
ance.

  Marvin was even more pleased about something else that he learnt. That old man was a Grandmaster Appraiser, and in fact, he had reached Grandmaster level in many fields. Even the Appraisers in Holy Light City might not be better than him.

  In order to save time, Marvin chose a simple strategy, which was to use money.

  After spending 10 Blood Essence Stones, Marvin was able to skip the line and immediately secure a meeting with the old man.

  He apparently only met up to ten people a day. Marvin’s luck was pretty good as he had arrived early in the day and the old man had just started receiving visitors.

  He was led by a guard into a small wooden house at the top of the highest hill.

  The small house was filled with a simple and clean aura. Surprisingly, it wasn’t enchanted in any way: the size of the interior was the same as it seemed from outside.

  Rows of items were set up in an orderly manner, and most things in the house were laid out quite tidily. A stooped old man was sitting by the window, with a wooden table in front of him.

  Marvin followed the line of his gaze out the window, only to see that small lake.

  In the center of the lake, a beautiful Black Swan was combing its wing.

  These Black Swans were said to be able to travel through time and transmit information to all kinds of planes.

  …

  “The auras on your body are quite mixed… Devil, Human, Slaughter, Shadow… And there is a bit of Nature aura.”

  The old man eventually turned and looked at Marvin.

  He voice was very deep.

  Marvin stared back at him, but was only able to see a very ordinary old face.

  It was covered in wrinkles.

  This was a very powerful disguise. Marvin was completely unable to see through it.

  “State your purpose,” the old man continued.

  Marvin nodded. “I heard you can send messages… to different planes.”

  The old man calmly said, “One message for 10 Blood Essence Stones.”

  “No problem.” Marvin accepted without any reservations.

  He had more than 200 Blood Essence Stones that he had gotten from Balkh and was now quite well-off. In any case, this currency would be worthless after leaving the Crimson Wasteland.

  Although not much time had passed since Marvin left White River Valley, he was still a bit worried.