Wizard Immortal

Chapter 627 Strange Movement

"Don't you think this kid is interesting?"

Standing in front of the tavern, watching Adir's departing figure, Sham smiled.

She seemed to remember something interesting, and a mysterious smile appeared on her face.

Beside her, the old butler-like man frowned, looking at her behavior, and was momentarily unable to figure out her attitude.

"Should I go and compile the information on Bloody Jazz and give it to him?"

He asked tentatively.

"Need not."

Sham raised her head, a smile spreading across her alluring face: "Take someone to the Bloody Knight's place and tell him what happened today."

"What do you want?" The old butler frowned, unsure of her attitude.

For dark creatures known for their brute force and savagery, crushing power is the most direct approach; they are not particularly adept at figuring out such things.

If anyone else had dared to act like that in front of him, they would probably have been torn apart by his snarling smile long ago, without even a chance to speak.

However, although the girl in front of him was not strong in his eyes, her identity was extremely special. Even a ruthless dark being like him did not dare to be too presumptuous when facing her.

"A while ago, Bloody Sir sent me a letter, and he wrote something in it."

Sham stood there, silently watching Adir's departing figure in the distance, his gaze gradually deepening as if recalling past events: "He still hasn't given up on that matter, not in the past, not now..."

"He wanted to collect the blood of various powerful creatures to cultivate the most perfect vessel in preparation for the resurrection of the Blood Moon God. He also attempted to use the power of magic to control the Blood Moon God's human body, thereby overthrowing the kingdoms and paving the way for the attainment of the divine throne."

"That's a truly insane idea." The old butler-like man beside him changed his expression, his previously indifferent demeanor softening: "To presume to control a god with the body of a mortal—genius and madness..."

"He will not succeed." Sham stood still, and although he was dressed as a maid, he exuded a mysterious power that made him appear like a high and mighty queen of hell, noble and majestic, so that no one dared to look him in the eye. "Humble mortals can never imagine the power of gods, and are simply no match for them."

"But I have some thoughts about his plan, and I'll take this opportunity to get in touch with him."

"You're in charge, I'll listen to you." Standing next to Sham, the old butler looked somewhat puzzled, but ultimately shrugged and offered no objection.

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"A deep sense of malice swept through..."

Alone, draped in a straw raincoat, walking quietly through the deserted, misty alley, Adir silently raised his head, gazing at the pitch-black night, and murmured to himself.

Standing still, he closed his eyes, and his spiritual power sublimated at that moment, slowly merging with his will, exploring deeper into the unknown under a mysterious connection.

As the will delved deeper, purple source energy began to surge on Adir's body, with each node on it like a tiny dragon roaring in unison, like vibrant lives raging and surging within this purple river.

"The power of the world is beginning to surge; something else is about to happen..."

Sensing the unusual movement within his body, Adir raised his head, recalling the scene and experience just now, his eyes shining with a dazzling light.

Upon arriving in this world, although most of his original essence was gone, the power of his supernatural abilities still enveloped his body, allowing him to constantly sense the fluctuations in his own source energy.

Since arriving in this world, the portion of source power that was separated from the original body has transformed into the underlying power of this clone, and has begun to spread outwards with Adir's activities, gradually expanding its influence.

Just now, the source energy in his body began to surge spontaneously, spreading to the surrounding nodes.

This is the prelude to being drawn into a major event.

It is a major event, and a far-reaching one at that, one that will have a profound impact on Adir at this moment.

"The anomaly in the source energy began after we left the Wind Nest Tavern..."

Standing there, Adir pondered silently, then slowly raised his head: "That maid..."

"The pulse of destiny has begun..."

In the distance, within a luxurious courtyard, Mar, dressed in an ordinary gray maid's robe, paused for a moment, gazing in a certain direction with obvious joy on her face.

In her eyes, in a distant direction, a purple force of destiny was rising majestically into the sky. That incomparable yet boundless force of destiny even shook him, a well-informed witness to destiny.

"A change of fate is imminent, and I must seize the opportunity as soon as possible to gain the trust of those favored by fate."

She got up from where she stood, carried away a bucket of freshly drawn water from a well, and kept this thought in mind.

Time passed slowly as we waited.

Three days passed quickly.

As evening fell, a terrified wail slowly rose from a cage.

A sharp sword light flashed before my eyes, followed by bursts of silver light, accompanied by a splash of dazzling blood.

Inside an iron cage, gazing at the despairing prisoner who had collapsed before him, Adir calmly sheathed his longsword. Looking at the corpse on the ground, he slowly raised a black crystal in his hand.

A little life energy was slowly injected, and then the corpse in front of me began to change.

The corpse that has just died still retains a strong vitality, and its skin and tissues are still active.

But at this moment, under the influence of the black crystal in Adir's hand, the life force of the corpse in front of him seemed to have been sucked away, and it turned into a dried corpse. All the essence contained in it was absorbed by the black crystal, making the black crystal even more dazzling and beautiful.

"Only half a person's worth?"

Looking at the corpse before him, Adir was somewhat dissatisfied.

Before today, despite knowing that the conversation that day would raise some questions, Adir was prepared to complete the deal with Sham without knowing the specifics, giving him the souls of one hundred people in exchange for information about the Blood Knight.

And these souls, naturally, choose to choose the wicked.

This choice is not entirely due to values ​​of good and evil, but also to cost-effectiveness.

In this world, it is much easier to be a bad person than a good person, and the number of vicious people is far greater than that of kind people, and they are also much easier to find.

Upon returning to the manor, Adir used his authority as a baron to screen all the prisoners previously held in Tam City, specifically selecting the most vicious and ruthless to serve as raw materials for refining Soul Stones.

Unfortunately, whether it was due to the materials or the fact that these people were not ruthless enough, the souls of the vast majority of the prisoners sent here did not meet the standards of the Black Soul Stone. The souls that were originally enough to convert one person's worth of souls often ended up being converted to less than half.

This means that the number of people Adir needs to kill will increase significantly.

Of course, if it's only this level, it's nothing for Adir.

He wasn't in a rush to complete the transaction, and there were plenty of vicious people around. Even if there were more of them, it would just mean spending more time to get it done.

What's urgent now are other things.

"The power of slaughter is growing at an increasingly rapid pace..."

Standing there, staring at the corpse at his feet, Adir remained silent for a moment, his expression gradually becoming solemn.

At this moment, if someone could see deep inside his body, they would find that a tiny bit of red killing power had already occupied a large area within Adir's body. Although it was still very small compared to the enormous life energy, it was almost several times larger than before.

These are the results of Adir's work during this period.

Along with Adir's killing spree, the killing power within Adir's body increased rapidly during this period, to a point that even Adir himself was alarmed by.

Obtaining the power of killing is too easy; as long as one kills continuously, one can obtain an endless supply of killing power and thereby gain immense strength.

This is one of the reasons why, in any country, killing believers is met with outrage and condemnation, and is treated like a rat in the street.

Believers in killing are extremely harmful. Those who gain power through killing will inevitably become addicted to the desire to kill, and eventually, it will gradually evolve into one horrific and cruel massacre after another.

Throughout the history of this world, there are numerous records of the massacre of believers, the slaughter of entire cities, and even the annihilation of entire nations. This vigilance and abhorrence towards the killing of believers, along with these historical records, has been deeply ingrained in the creeds of many churches and nations.

At that moment, Adir had a feeling.

If he were to completely let go of his mind and body, no longer suppress the killing power within him, but instead follow this power and kill with all his might, he would probably be able to break through the third rank and recover to the fourth rank, or even the fifth rank, very soon.

However, this would leave him with the deep mark of the God of Slaughter, making him inseparable from the God of Slaughter and causing him to be hated and killed by the entire world.

They might even have to confront that terrifying god of slaughter.

To gain power only to be bound by countless constraints is a choice Adir would never make.

"It seems the search for the power of other deities must be accelerated..."

Sheathing his longsword, Adir glanced at the corpse at his feet and the thought flashed through his mind. He then got up and walked directly outside.

There were already some people waiting outside.

"Your Excellency, Baron."

Inside the fairly spacious manor, the somewhat balding old butler bowed respectfully to Adir, then looked at him and asked, "I've already spoken to the sheriff; a new batch of prisoners will be sent to you soon."

(End of this chapter)