How come this arcanist is invincible?

Chapter 38 The Dead Apostle Ring

The Atonement Act.

It was promulgated a hundred years ago by the Queen of the Nord royal family, who was of the dragon lineage.

At that time, the magic network was collapsing, and the Underdark was launching a massive invasion.

In response to the crisis, the Nord royal family conscripted a large number of death row inmates.

They claimed that as long as one made enough military achievements, one could atone for one's crimes and even have one's punishment reduced or pardoned.

The Yom Kippur Act remains in force today.

The only change is that the recruitment targets have become various wanted professionals.

These individuals are often assigned to the most dangerous missions during their service.

Therefore, they are also known as "Dead Apostles".

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Hans and Reed exchanged a glance as they listened to Kane's request to join.

Hans said, "We cannot reply to you immediately."

Then the conversation abruptly ended.

After Reed and Hans left, Kane was taken to a separate wooden cell.

Compared to the cold and damp interrogation room, sunlight streamed through the narrow iron windows, which could be considered a privilege.

What's even more remarkable is that the guard only stood watch at a distance, which meant he was alone.

While munching on the dry, hard black bread, Kane's thoughts were far from idle.

"The most important thing right now is to master a first-level spell."

"Joining the Night's Watch, although the Death Apostles have the highest death rate, high risk means high reward."

"Whether it's to appease the public or because of my relationship with Lady Mistweaver, the chances of me being included in the Night's Watch are extremely high."

"I should use this time to figure out this magic trick."

He stopped thinking about it, sat down cross-legged, and focused on practicing the zero-ring water manipulation technique.

He stared at his arm, silently reviewing the details of the spell:

"Water manipulation can control 1 cubic foot of water, which is about 37 liters, and the range of perception and manipulation is 9 meters."

"The total blood volume in the human body is only about 6 liters, which is theoretically well within the controllable range..."

"Unfortunately, if there is no wound to expose someone else's blood, it is impossible to detect and therefore impossible to control."

Kane gently rubbed his fingertips.

"But being unable to perceive others does not mean being unable to perceive oneself."

"If we could control the blood in our bodies and accelerate blood flow to the limbs and core muscles..."

"Would I be able to unleash power and speed far exceeding my usual abilities for a short period of time?"

Once the thought popped into my head, I couldn't suppress it anymore.

Although he is an arcanist, he has not yet acquired a first-level spell due to the restrictions on spellcasting.

Agility, being a secondary attribute, is still a far cry from that of a Wanderer.

The only way to gain a slight advantage in terms of skill is through "Dagger Mastery LV10".

As for strength, that is his Achilles' heel.

In his previous battle against Brenda of the Rust Hand, he didn't rely on direct confrontation at all, but rather on his immortality to wear down his opponent to death.

Once he reaches a higher level, the gap in his strength and agility attributes will inevitably widen further between him and the other two.

"But if my guess is true."

Kane took a deep breath, focused on sensing the flow of blood in his arm, and tried to guide it to accelerate.

"Bang!"

The moment he made that thought, he heard a muffled thud, and the blood vessels in his arm suddenly burst!

The excruciating pain was piercing and bone-chilling; his skin instantly turned bluish-gray, and fresh blood gushed out from between his fingers.

"Wrong direction..."

Kane gritted his teeth, letting his immortality slowly repair his damaged blood vessels.

"I can't accelerate it abruptly; I have to proceed gradually and control the flow rate..."

A moment later, the wound healed and the blood flowed backward.

He lowered his head again and tried once more.

Bang! The blood vessel burst again.

Once, twice, three times...

His arm was repeatedly broken and healed.

But he seemed oblivious to the pain, adjusting the rhythm of his water manipulation technique time and time again.

This went on for several days in the blink of an eye.

As another sunrise shines through the iron bars and into the room.

A hint of joy finally flashed in Kane's eyes.

He looked at his hands, and a smile finally appeared on his lips.

Successful.

With a slight thought, there was no muffled sound of blood vessels bursting, only the warm sensation of blood rushing faster in the veins.

He swung his arm out suddenly, creating a whooshing sound as it went through the air.

He clenched his fist, feeling the surging power within him.

These past few days of relentless, self-torturing practice have indeed yielded the deserved rewards.

Through daily spellcasting, his water manipulation skills also leveled up to level 6.

Just as Kane was about to strike while the iron was hot and try to control the blood in his body, footsteps suddenly came from outside the cell.

The light outside the railing was blocked by a figure; the person was Hans, who had a mustache.

He handed the Frostbite Scimitar and two daggers to Kane.

"Your request has been granted. From this day forward, you are a member of the Night's Watch."

Kane nodded, stood up, dusted himself off, and followed him out of the cell.

The long-awaited sunshine fell on my face.

He followed Hans forward, feeling at ease.

The plan to join the Night's Watch has succeeded.

Next, you should accept the quest as soon as possible and exchange it for the spell.

"However, let's go see our future teammates first."

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Meanwhile, at the Night's Watch headquarters, in a secluded corner.

The room was small, with a rough wooden table in the center.

Reed sat in the main seat, his gaze calmly sweeping over the three team members in front of him.

The bard Sienna was bending down, tuning her harp.

Gavin, the wanderer, skillfully twirled the dagger.

The warrior Braden sat with his arms crossed, his heavy armor making his expression appear even more cold and hard.

Reed tapped the table, his voice cold and hard:

"A new member joined the team today."

Sienna's eyes lit up, filled with curiosity.

Gavin and Braden remained unfazed, simply turning their gazes toward their captain.

Just then, the door was pushed open.

Hans led Kane in, and before leaving, pointed to the number "13" engraved on the lintel.

Kane glanced at the door number and stepped inside.

His gaze lingered on Reed for a moment before he calmly sat down.

"This is Kane, who joins the thirteenth team today."

Reed's voice remained steady, and he raised his hand in acknowledgment.

"Sienna, the bard; Gavin, the wanderer; Braden, the warrior."

Kane nodded slightly, but a doubt arose in his heart: no spellcaster?

His gaze returned to Reed.

Seemingly sensing his confusion, Reed spoke calmly:

"I am a spellcaster of the Emanation School."

Kane immediately understood.

"The School of Shaping Power controls elemental energy and excels in pure magical destructive power."

"With such a spellcaster in charge, this squad's combat strength can be considered complete."

"Captain, what about him?"

Sienna couldn't help but ask curiously.

"The Wanderer".

Reed gave a brief reply.

The three nodded in understanding, but Gavin, who was also a wanderer, had a clear competitive glint in his eyes.

Kane gave a helpless twitch of his lips.

During the interrogation, he clearly stated that he was an arcanist, but unfortunately, no one took him seriously.

He had barely snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Gavin abruptly stand up, twirling the dagger in a graceful flourish between his fingers:

"If you don't mind, how about we spar a few moves?"

Kane raised an eyebrow and readily nodded.

Sienna and Braden immediately became interested.

Reed didn't stop him; he just waved his hand.

The group soon arrived at an underground training ground.

In the center of the field was a long table covered with wooden training weapons.

Kane and Gavin stepped forward and simultaneously picked up two wooden daggers.

"Be careful!"

Gavin gave a low shout, then suddenly exerted force with his feet, his figure lunging towards Kane like a ghost.

The wooden dagger sliced ​​through the air, aiming straight for his throat. The move was ruthless and cunning, exuding a military-style simplicity and efficiency.

It was clearly attacked using a special method by the Night's Watch.

Kane neither flinched nor dodged, his gaze fixed on Gavin's movements.

His least feared opponent was the wanderer.

Whether he's a silent killer or an assassin, his dagger proficiency level 10 allows him to predict the opponent's attack methods.

The daggers clashed in mid-air, making a crisp, cracking sound.

After only three moves, Kane had figured out Gavin's true strength.

This guy is slightly stronger than the one-eyed guy we encountered at the outpost.

If the two were to fight to the death, the most likely outcome would be one dead and the other injured.

"However, it's a good opportunity to try that trick out."

In the instant the daggers clashed once more, Kane's mind stirred slightly, and the blood flowing from his left arm suddenly accelerated!

The surging power instantly filled his left arm, and he exerted force with his wrist.

What was originally an evenly matched clash suddenly turned into a huge disparity.

With a whoosh, Gavin's wooden dagger was sent flying and crashed heavily onto a long table in the distance.

Kane's wooden dagger was already firmly pressed against his throat.

The entire room fell silent.

Gavin stood frozen in place, his competitive spirit replaced by shock, and murmured in a daze:

"This power...?"

In the corner, a burning fighting spirit suddenly ignited in the eyes of the soldier Braden.

"That's enough," Reed interrupted the group.

He looked at Kane, who had already put down the wooden dagger, and inwardly admired him.

No wonder the opponent was able to wipe out the entire Rust Hand with only first-tier strength.

He possessed the nimbleness of a thief, the strength of a warrior, and even called himself an arcane mage.

However, everything still needs to be done according to the rules.

He stepped forward, presented Kane with a ring engraved with subtle patterns, and said in a deep voice:

"Put it on."

Kane didn't ask any questions and simply slipped the ring onto the pinky finger of his left hand.

The ring was the perfect size and felt slightly cool to the touch.

Then, the atmosphere in the room suddenly froze.

Sienna, Gavin, and Braden all stared at the ring, their expressions varying but all revealing obvious surprise and doubt.

Sienna, being a bard, was the first to react.

She gasped softly, her voice filled with disbelief:

"The Dead Apostle Ring... You're a Dead Apostle?"