Mage? Spell Engineer!.

Chapter 582 The Sin of Pride
The high and mighty wizard fell to the ground with a loud bang.

He was tangled up in pain, finding it difficult to concentrate, let alone control his magic to cast a spell.

Gregory couldn't hold back his smile, he raised his heavy deerskin boots and kicked Saga. He still felt it wasn't enough, so he kicked her a few more times, focusing on her face.

"Is this the archmage? Is this the elder of the Senate of Arcane? He's nothing but a stray dog ​​on the roadside!" He couldn't suppress his laughter at all. He kicked more and more vigorously, and only withdrew his feet after a while.

Now, the fires ignited by the archmage are completely out of control. They are no longer tools to purify the cultists, but a pack of unbridled wolves, the flames teasing and then devouring everything.

The residents began to flee frantically, but suddenly villains wearing black robes and pointed hoods appeared in the streets and alleys. They were masked and held various weapons in the firelight - knives, flails, sticks, whips.
“Ah!” “Help—”

These crazy servants of God used violence to prevent residents from leaving the fire. Instead, they knocked people to the ground and then picked them up. These beasts were so strong that they could easily hold men, women, young and old in their arms and throw them into the fire.

Yes, they were performing a fire sacrifice, which was also a living sacrifice.

Every time the flames devoured an innocent person, the cries of pain in Saga's mind became amplified, accelerating the destruction of his spirit.

"In the far east, there is an existence called 'Karma Fire'. The holy fire you lit now is the Karma Fire that entangles you."

Gregory showed off his culture and then excitedly declared: "Feel their pain, let the guilt, anger, and grief trouble you and torture you, so that you will finally understand that only the great and forgiving Mother can forgive your sins and wash away your karma."

Saga was rolling in the mud full of ice. He could now hear more and more screams and cries, which were becoming more and more frequent and louder, as well as a faint female voice.

The voice was humming, and it was hard to tell what it was saying or singing, but it had a strong charm that tempted the great wizard to listen. Compared with the howling that could pierce the brain, it was particularly ethereal, particularly ethereal, particularly grand and transcendent.
"It's almost there, it's almost there. I'm going to present you with a city and a powerful mortal. This is just the beginning." Gregory took out a bunch of herbal powder and inhaled it directly from his nose, then gulped down half a pot of liquor.

"Ha!" Feeling refreshed, he opened his eyes again, and now the whites of his eyes were red.

He took out a dark green dagger from his arms. It was very rough, even made of stone.

But it carries the power of Mother Earth, enough to deal with Saga. Gregory wants to carve blasphemous runes all over the target's body, and make him fall completely into the arms of his mother.

When the tip of the knife was about to touch the archmage, Saga's hand suddenly twitched.

"Damn it!" Gregory yelled, almost bouncing back. His reaction was correct and quick, because four arcs of extremely high temperature suddenly burst out from Saga's body, rushing to the surroundings until all the charges were released.

Although he was unable to enter a state of focused spellcasting, it was precisely the deep female voice that temporarily suppressed the cries of the wronged souls, allowing the great wizard to gain a brief moment of clarity.

Saga did not cast the spell himself, but activated the alchemical ring for self-defense, and released the stored [Moon Bow Technique] at the cost of an expensive crystal.

The four attack entities it releases look like crescent moons and curved bows, but are actually sharp electric currents that light up around the caster's body and shoot out in an instant.

Originally, he no longer needed this alchemical self-defense item, and the ring was just kept as a commemoration. He didn't expect it to come in handy at this moment.

Especially for that alcoholic acolyte of the evil god.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" Gregory cursed three times. His right hand had been separated from his forearm. There was no blood at the cut, but a burning smell. "Do you know what you are doing? Saga, you are rejecting God's salvation. You are unforgivable and seeking death."

The reason why he was particularly angry was not that his hand was chopped off. While he was speaking, the burnt and overcooked broken part began to wriggle disgustingly, and soon a new right hand appeared, but it was slightly different in color from the rest of Gregory's skin.

However, the exquisite, ancient stone dagger fell to the ground and shattered.

It can be powerful, able to pierce and corrode anyone, even a Saint of the Lord of Order; it can also be fragile, and like other weapons made of stone, it is very brittle.

Gregory's arrogance was severely hit by the mere loss of the dagger. He also became miserable - it was the punishment from the Mother Goddess for the acolyte who broke the holy object.

Thick, smelly blood seeped out of his leather coat, and his self-healing began to go out of control. His internal organs were regenerating and devouring each other crazily, and he was on the verge of collapse. Gradually, the demon monk was bleeding all over.

But the punishment is limited to this. Gregory will not die. The one who will die must be Saga, the chief of the Tower of First Fire, who committed the crime of arrogance.

The great wizard hurried to prop himself up. He had only temporarily escaped from the mental harassment and pollution. Now the shouts from all over the city began to echo and stir in his head again.

But in the current situation, the Chief needs to regain control of all the fires while fighting this evil monk.

The other party knew that he was a great wizard, and he was very confident. It was just a simple encounter, but Gregory's move almost made him lose the ability to move, so he couldn't be careless.

Must go all out.

Saga, who had made up his mind, began to transform. The temperature of his body surface began to rise rapidly. First, the moisture in his body evaporated and instantly turned into rising white mist when it entered the winter night air.

Then his robes and clothes burst apart, and his entire body began to grow taller, breaking away from the awkward body shape between dwarf and human, and was still growing.

Fires from all over the city were summoned and gathered on Saga like gusts of wind.

Whether it was collected from the outside or burned from his chest, he had now transformed into a thorough elemental creature.

Gregory had already suppressed his anger and watched the Archmage's transformation with a gloomy look on his face: "Molten Lord, shouldn't I admire you - your small body has so much energy?"

After all, the Molten Lord was almost four meters tall at this time, with flames all over his body, and he could casually shape a divine weapon condensed from pure flames.

In this state, it seemed that the tricks Gregory had used before were ineffective. Whether it was the howlings of the burned people or the seductive voice of the mother goddess tempting people to fall into her arms, all were swept away in his mind at this moment, if Saga still had a brain structure in this state.

He began to swing his sword. The sword, which looked less than two meters long, suddenly became longer when it pointed at the demon monk, and emitted a sharp and hot attack comparable to the surface of the scorching sun.

Gregory was pierced and carbonized, but he smiled calmly.

(End of this chapter)