I Am the Minecraft Master, Not the God of Light!

Chapter 100: Witchcraft Academy Mod Advanced Wand, Thunder Tamer!

Dean had always felt that his life had been smooth sailing.

As a child, he killed a dying knight and successfully found a knightly cultivation method specializing in assassination and stealth from him.

With his good talent, he successfully spent more than twenty years practicing this cultivation method to perfection, becoming a death god lurking in the shadows.

As soon as he left the mountain, ready to exchange his skills for wealth and glory, he was successfully spotted by Old Billcar and became Old Billcar's exclusive butcher.

Although due to the nature of his job and the technical requirements of his profession, he had been nameless and without status for most of his life, only Old Billcar knew of his existence.

But in any case, he relied on his loyal professional ethics to earn Old Billcar's utmost trust, enjoying endless wealth and glory.

In his old age, wanting to choose an heir, he successfully took in three extremely talented disciples, who, unlike Old Billcar's three rebellious sons, did not cause any family drama.

Finally, deeply trusted by Old Billcar, he also witnessed Old Billcar's transaction with the demons, and was promised that he would be taken to the demon race to enjoy a long life.

Dean felt that he could be considered one of the luckiest people in the world.

His life had been smooth sailing. In this Roderick Continent, who had a better life than him?

But it wasn't until today that Dean understood.

Everyone's luck is limited. If you use up all your good luck in advance, you will eventually encounter bad luck.

And he, Dean, who had been lucky for most of his life, was finally going to pay the price.

Investigating the Dawn God Sect's intelligence was definitely the most regrettable task Dean had ever taken.

He never thought that he, who had roamed the Billcar Duchy for so many years, would capsize here.

Huddling in a rare shadowy corner of the city, watching the Dawn Knights rumbling past outside, and the Winged warriors tearing through the air with sonic booms in the sky.

As well as the iron golems that surpassed the demons and became his new nightmare.

Dean shed tears of regret.

......

Ten minutes ago, Dean, after a long journey, arrived at the Origin Land.

And using his special knightly cultivation method to sneak into the shadows, he successfully infiltrated the city.

Dean's first target was the Dawn God Sect's military base.

He also successfully arrived at his destination under the cover of shadows.

But when he crawled out of the shadows, Dean was dumbfounded.

He seemed to have taken the wrong path. The surrounding area was not the army with the Dawn God Sect's secrets as he had imagined.

But an endless farm, raising countless wolf packs.

What a terrifying experience it was to be stared at by countless scarlet eyes the moment he crawled out of the shadows?

Any normal person would have shouted "What the hell?" and fled in a panic.

However, Dean was obviously not a normal person. Confident in his strength, he reflexively struck out with a palm.

A wolf was successfully killed, but it did not leave a corpse as he had imagined, but turned into green smoke and dissipated.

Dean was wondering about it when the wolf pack rioted.

Tens of thousands of wolves rushed towards him. To be honest, if these were all ordinary wolves, he could have slaughtered them in a few minutes.

But these wolves had problems!

After fighting desperately for a long time, he had only managed to kill a few dozen wolves, and Dean's clothes and soft armor had already been bitten to pieces.

He even had a piece of flesh bitten off his butt.

Realizing that he had entered a terrible place, Dean wanted to escape into the shadows as soon as possible, but at this time, the Dawn Knights appeared.

Dean only remembered someone shouting "Heretic intrusion!"

Immediately afterwards, hundreds of knights in terrifying iron armor, riding tall horses covered in armor, chased after him.

There were also densely packed Winged warriors in the sky shooting arrows.

As soon as they met, Dean realized that these people were all knights.

He had no time to think about where these knights came from, he just fled blindly.

Until he ran into the iron cube made of steel.

This time, he stirred up a hornet's nest.

With one punch, Dean was sent flying into the sky, and a pit was smashed into his chest. If it weren't for his strong strength, which made his life harder, he would have been directly smashed through.

What made Dean even more grief-stricken was...

These terrifying iron golems were also in groups!

Offending one was equivalent to offending all of them.

This time, hundreds of iron golems in the entire Origin Land rioted, chasing him through the city.

They were on the streets, and in the alleys.

Even if he hid in the shadows, the iron golems seemed to be able to see him, and continued to chase him barbarously.

According to Dean, this city was crazy!

The whole city had come alive, and there were terrifying pursuers everywhere. As soon as he showed his head, there would be endless crazy pursuit.

But if he didn't show his head...

The iron golems seemed to have opened their perspective, and could find him wherever he ran.

Hax! How could he play this?

Dean could only try his best to stick to the shadows on the houses and city walls to escape out of the city. In this way, at least the iron golems couldn't reach him.

Seeing the city gate close at hand, Dean's heart grew even more resentful.

This trip was not only fruitless, but he almost got himself killed. Even if he escaped, his injuries would probably not be good.

For now, he could only use the knightly method to save his life and hold on to his breath. After returning, he would probably have to beg the demons like Old Billcar...

At the thought of himself also turning into a non-human, non-ghost, Dean's resentment grew stronger.

At this moment, he saw Resia standing at the city gate.

Dean's eyes lit up. He remembered Resia, the head maid of the Phobos family.

Since the Aurora Church is a product of the Forbes family, she must know the secrets of the Aurora Church. As long as we take her back, it will be a great achievement!

Old Billka certainly wouldn't mind asking the Demon Race for treasures to extend his life for him.

Quickly observing the surroundings, there were only two or three Dawn Knights present.

What a great opportunity!

Using the shadows to approach Lesia, Dean leaped up and grabbed at Lesia, his body covered in blood.

Hope was within reach!

But...

“Lightning Strike!”

As Lesia calmly called out, a dazzling light bloomed from the strange staff in her hand.

The last image in Dean's memory was of a bolt of azure lightning descending from the sky and striking him squarely.

“Could it be that doing too many bad things really leads to being struck by lightning?”

With this last lingering thought, Dean stiffly fell to the ground.

“High Inquisitor!”

The Dawn Knights quickly surrounded her, observing Lesia. They breathed a sigh of relief after noticing that she was unharmed.

“Is it him?”

Lesia held her staff, calmly observing Dean, who was twitching on the ground, smoke rising from his body.

The Dawn Knights looked at each other, and finally, one of them stepped forward.

“Ptooey!”

He spat a mouthful of saliva on Dean's face, then rubbed it with his foot, smearing away the black ash on his face. After examining him for a moment, he nodded definitively.

“It's him!”

Receiving the Dawn Knight's answer, Lesia nodded slightly.

“Take him away. His Holiness the Pope is very interested in him.”

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Lesia was no longer the same as before.

In terms of cultivation, she was still two levels behind Leyar, but in terms of combat power...

In a real fight, Leyar might not necessarily be Lesia's opponent.

After all, Lesia could justifiably pester Ian to open back doors for her.

In every sense!

Therefore...

“Witchcraft Module Advanced-Grade Magic Wand, Tamer of Thunder.”

Inside the Papal Residence, Ian looked at Lesia with a smile.

“This is the first time you've used your staff after its advancement, right? Is it easy to use?”

“Super awesome, Young Master Ian!”

Lesia nodded excitedly, no longer possessing the imposing aura of a High Inquisitor.

“Instant spellcasting, and the power is incredibly strong!”

“Most importantly, this staff doesn't consume my own magic power. When I hold it, it actually enhances my strength a lot.”

“I finally understand what you always mean by 'cheating'!”

Then, Lesia nodded resolutely.

“I've decided that I'll use this staff as my natal weapon from now on!”

Ian waved his hand with a smile.

“This is just an Advanced-Grade staff. There's also Master-Grade above it, and Master-Grade isn't the end. This staff can also be enhanced, and it's even stronger with special set effects.”

“In short, you'll understand when you advance to the Master-Grade Thunderous Might Staff.”

However, upon hearing this, Lesia shook her head in refusal.

“No! I want this one! This one is given to me by you!”

Ian was taken aback and retorted:

“I've given you a lot of things…”

“It's different, Young Master Ian.”

Lesia glanced at Ian with a bashful look, lowered her head, and murmured:

“This magic wand is called... Taming Lesia…”

“…”

Ian cracked under the silence. He thought Lesia would become normal after getting her wish, but he didn't expect...

This girl has become even more twisted.

After a long silence, Ian coughed lightly and looked at Leyar, who was holding back a laugh, with a serious expression:

“Wake him up and interrogate him.”

“Young Master Ian, there's no need for interrogation. This guy is probably sent by King Billka!”

Leyar pointed to Dean's tattered inner armor.

“This is a dwarven-forged inner armor that only the royal family can obtain. It seems that he's a helper that King Billka values highly.”

“This kind of person has a tight mouth and won't say anything. He'll likely commit suicide after being awakened.”

Ian chuckled and took out a verdant green staff with a strange glow and handed it to Leyar.

“Advanced-Grade Magic Wand, Mystifier.”

“There's a spell on it called Mind Control. Whether he's King Billka's diehard or a loyal old pal.”

“From now on, he'll be a penitent who sincerely repents and yearns to atone for his sins by identifying the crimes of the Billka royal family.”

Leyar looked at Ian with some amazement.

Markov and the others had been away for some time, and Leyar had taken over the army training and other tasks at the Starting Ground.

As a result, he hadn't entered the MC world these past few days.

He had thought that Ian and the others must have been doing great things and gaining great rewards these past few days, but...

This kind of reward was much stronger than he had imagined.

“Don't worry, I've prepared a suitable staff for you. Just go in and familiarize yourself with it after you're done.”

Ian saw Leyar's envy at a glance and comforted him with a chuckle.

“Thank you, Young Master Ian.”

Leyar immediately beamed with joy, lifted Dean, and whispered:

“Young Master Ian, after the interrogation, should we send him to see Aurora?”

“No, not for now.”

Ian smiled faintly.

“Just like I said, he will be a penitent who sincerely repents and yearns to atone for his sins by identifying the tyrannical acts of the royal family.”

“Understood.”

Leyar conveniently took a few bottles of regeneration potion and asked again.

“Then, what about after he finishes identifying them?”

Ian shook his head regretfully.

“Perhaps he will be willing to throw himself into the arms of zombies because he is too remorseful, using the most tragic death to atone for himself…”

“Don't worry, Aurora will bless him in hell.”