Wizard Immortal

Chapter 605 Blood of Slaughter

The faint glow of the setting sun lingered on the earth, now only a few specks of the sun remained, seemingly about to dissipate.

Walking side by side with Gruul through the city, Adir quietly observed his surroundings.

Affected by the war, the area around the city was filled with refugees, their clothes tattered and their accents from other places, indicating they had fled from far away.

The streets of the city were filled with frozen corpses lying on the ground. Some of the corpses had stiff faces, while others had blood on their faces and obvious wounds on their bodies.

Even more gruesome were the remains of women, their clothes stripped off, their frozen bodies exposed, covered in grotesque bruises, clearly indicating what they had endured before death.

Watching these scenes unfold, Wendy closed her eyes, feeling a pang of reluctance. She simply hid quietly behind Adir, following him forward without uttering a word.

Adir remained calm in the face of the horrific scene before him; he had seen so much of it along the way that he was numb to it.

He was somewhat surprised by the way things had turned out.

"After Duke Serena's forces captured Carlo, many lords took the opportunity to plunder, causing a disaster in the area no less severe than the massacre that occurred before."

Seeing the surrounding scene, Gruul spoke up, his words calm, clearly indicating that he was already used to it.

Beside him, Adir remained silent.

The king's power in this world is not centralized; it is not a centralized system, but rather a feudal system.

The so-called king is merely the largest lord; below him are many independent minor lords, who unite to form a kingdom.

The same applies to the Kingdom of Serena and the Kingdom of Tamru.

The Kingdom of Tamru suffered internal strife due to infighting among its lords, leading to its defeat in battle and the fall of its southern fortress. The Kingdom of Serena faced similar problems.

Previously, during the war against Tamru, things were relatively peaceful; many nobles, under the leadership of Duke Serena, were able to unite and launch an offensive against the southern fortress. However, after the southern fortress was breached, the situation quietly changed.

In an attempt to make up for their losses in the war, some lords burned, killed, and looted the territories they conquered along the way, destroying almost everything in sight.

The consequences of this action were far more severe than the massacre Orff had previously carried out.

The so-called massacre was ultimately just the slaughter of the people in a city, which, given the size of that city, could only have had a maximum of a few hundred thousand people.

However, the consequences of these lords' looting, burning, killing, robbing, and destruction of production resulted in far more than just a few hundred thousand deaths and injuries.

However, Gruul felt no heartache at this situation; on the contrary, he felt a hidden joy.

Looking at Adir beside him, he pointed to the refugees scattered below and said, "Let them continue looting."

"The more they loot and the more people die, the more advantageous it will be for our future counterattack."

"Lords will hate it when their territories are plundered, churches will resent it when their believers are killed or injured, and the people will miss our rule because they have experienced the cruelty of the outsiders."

"With these, our chances of winning the counterattack against Carlo will increase by at least 20%!"

He smiled, looking at the tragic scene before him, a hint of genuine joy in his eyes.

After saying this, he made a point of observing Adir's reaction.

After listening to what he said, Adir remained calm and showed no emotional fluctuation.

However, the girl named Wendy next to him looked a little off, as if she was somewhat disgusted by what he said.

However, for Gruul, it was enough to know Adir's attitude. As for the girl, she was just an ordinary maid, and he could give her as much as she wanted.

"After passing this city, we will reach Viscount Ashley's territory."

He looked up at the city ahead, and seemed to vaguely see a massive castle standing there: "In a way, he's my father-in-law, but in this situation, his attitude is hard to predict..."

"Yasuo, the next few days will depend on you."

He patted Adir on the shoulder and said to him solemnly.

"I understand." Adir nodded slightly, glanced at Gruul, and indicated that he understood.

Over the next few days, they crossed the city and sped along a road.

Along the way, unexpected events did occur.

The war between several countries brought years of chaos to this region. During this period, bandit gangs quickly rose up in various areas, robbing travelers along the way and even trafficking disaster victims into slavery.

Adir and Gruul traveled together and eventually encountered each other several times.

The result speaks for itself.

Without Gruul needing to find a solution, Adir, single-handedly with just his sword, defeated all the bandits who dared to rob him, and within just a few days, he had many more men following him.

"My lord, in two more days we will reach Viscount Ashley's castle..."

Around a campfire, a group of people were sitting. Among them, a middle-aged man with a rugged face and wearing ill-fitting leather armor carefully held a piece of freshly roasted meat and placed it gently in front of Adir: "The meat is ready, please enjoy, sir."

The middle-aged man in front of me is called Hilaya. He was originally the leader of a small band of thieves who led dozens of men to rob people along the way. By sheer bad luck, he ran into Adir and was eventually defeated by Adir single-handedly.

After being defeated, Adir did not kill them all, but simply drove them away.

But after witnessing Adir's power, these people eventually followed him on their own, spontaneously wanting to become his followers.

Adir didn't care about these people, but Gruul's eyes lit up and he told Adir to take them in.

"We're about to return home, and there are many trivial matters that need to be handled by others. Although these people are rough around the edges, they can save us some effort," Gruul said to Adir the day before.

So Adir took these people in and made them follow him around, to do some chores.

"Thanks."

Adir took the piece of meat wrapped in oiled paper from Hiraya, nodded his thanks, and then secretly examined it before taking a bite.

The taste of the barbecue was not good. It was true that it was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, but the outside was burnt and the inside was not cooked at all. You could even taste blood in it when you took a bite.

Without any special seasonings, and with the skills of these followers being even inferior to Adir's, one could not expect the food they produced to be particularly delicious.

However, Adir didn't care about the taste of the food.

At this moment, his mind was completely drawn to some change in himself.

"A mysterious power, somewhat like blood energy, yet also possessing characteristics of soul power... Is it the so-called power of slaughter?"

As he quietly ate his roasted meat, countless thoughts raced through Adir's mind.

In the days that followed, he had noticed changes emerging within himself after killing some bandits and wild animals by the roadside.

When he begins to kill, the scarlet mark within him will spontaneously emerge, drawing a tiny bit of power from the killing, which then feeds back, increasing his scarlet power.

This power is somewhat similar to blood energy and also carries the characteristics of soul power. In Adir's view, it might be more appropriate to describe it as the power of slaughter.

Within Adir's body, these killing forces had just taken shape and spontaneously tried to enter his body, but Adir suppressed them with his own essence, preventing them from spreading to his body.

"Once I absorb this killing power, my strength will expand rapidly, but correspondingly, I will also be affected by this killing power, becoming increasingly bloodthirsty, until I eventually become the complete embodiment of killing power, that is, the so-called child of killing..."

Standing still, silently analyzing the changes within his body, Adir arrived at this conclusion.

The drop of blood that Orf gave him was like a seed of slaughter. As Adir continued to kill, he would eventually transform into a true child of slaughter, spending his life with killing.

Even after understanding this, Adir still had some doubts.

Why would the other party want to make him the son of slaughter?

Due to limited information, this question can only be kept in mind for now, and will be answered later.

However, Adir had already made a decision regarding the killing power generated within his body.

"This killing power cannot be absorbed directly."

Feeling the boiling killing power within his body and the ever-increasing bloodlust rising in his mind, Adir shook his head inwardly and made this decision.

Absorbing this killing power can make you stronger in a short time, but you will also be affected by it. Over time, it will slowly seep in and cause your personality to change drastically.

Adir had absolutely no interest in this.

He has better options.

"By purifying this killing power and transforming it into another pure divine power, we can avoid its drawbacks and fully utilize its power..."

Recalling the many messages in his mind, Adir had a series of thoughts: "But to do this, in addition to the necessary secret techniques, another medium is also needed."

Adir naturally possessed the necessary secret techniques, which originated from the divine corpse that was devoured in the Misty World.

The original divine corpse was already on the verge of becoming a god in this world, just one step away from true godhood.

However, at the last moment, it was thwarted by another true deity. Not only did the ascension to godhood fail, but the deity also died and perished. His corpse was thrown into the endless void and slowly drifted to another world, where it transformed into a golden divine corpse.

Having inherited the memories of this golden divine corpse, Adir, though his avatar's power was currently weak, possessed considerable knowledge of the gods. What he lacked was merely the understanding of the changes that had occurred in this world over the years.

At present, the killing power within Adir is born from the killing mark within Adir's body, and this killing mark comes from the drop of killing blood that Orf injected into Adir's body back then.

To transform the power of slaughter into another kind of power, besides the corresponding secret techniques, there must be at least one thing that is the same as that drop of blood of slaughter in order to do so.

"The blood of the gods..."

Adir slowly opened his eyes, looking up into the distance: "It seems there's another target this time."

(End of this chapter)