Witch Monastery

Chapter 386 Artifact Weapons

The refugees looked at each other, but they didn't understand magic after all, and they were afraid that they wouldn't be able to explain what had just happened and cause misunderstanding, so they kept silent.

Shapiro, carrying a huge sickle on his back, looked around at the refugees and felt his suppressed anger rising.

He was just about to capture someone and intimidate and torture him when he heard a voice in the distance: "Father, I'm here!"

Ilarod rushed over like crazy, pushed through the crowd, and saw Nidalee hiding far away from the battlefield, her face full of fatigue.

Beside her, there were several unconscious nuns lying. The nun robes and chain mail they were wearing had been cut open, and were stained with large patches of bright red blood.

However, based on his experience, Ilarod was able to determine that the lives of these nuns were no longer in danger.

He heaved a sigh of relief and said with a lingering fear in his heart: "That's great, Nidalee, luckily you are safe!"

The eight members of the hunting team followed behind them. When they saw Nidalee, they concluded that she was a spellcaster with more experience than the refugees, so they hurriedly asked, "What happened here just now?"

"What's with the magic circles all over the sky?"

"Where is Monbot? Where did the Abyss Lord go?"

"What caused the explosion just now?"

……

They all asked a lot of random questions, which made Nidalee upset. Then she shouted, "Shut up!"

Shapiro was immediately furious and wanted to grab the collar of this ungrateful mountain woman and force her to tell him what she wanted to say.

But the Redemption Knight beside him quickly stopped him and said, "Everyone, please stop talking and listen to what this lady has to say."

Nidalee took a deep breath and then slowly said, "We were originally trying to stop the demons at the camp to buy time for the evacuated women and children, but suddenly, Father Hawthorne received news that Monport had teleported to the evacuation route for the women and children..."

She told the whole story of what had just happened. Everyone was shocked and couldn't believe that such a powerful and cunning Abyss Lord was killed here?

"…In the end, that's what happened. When the Abyss Lord died, there was an explosion that blew through the ground, and then they all fell in."

Nidalee said, pointing to the big pit over there: "So, if you still have energy left, why not use your spells to dig up the real hero who destroyed the Abyss Lord."

Shapiro suddenly clenched his scythe, and the blood vessels on his forehead emerged: "You said that he killed the Demon Lord, he is the real hero, aren't we?!"

A series of defeats, the achievements lost to others, and all the hard work going to waste - how could Shapiro, who has always been proud and self-righteous, not be angry?

And what he said also expressed the thoughts of many members of the hunting group who followed him. However, they were not so excited that they could not control their emotions and speak out their true feelings.

The female half-elf hurriedly pulled him back and advised him that now was not the time to compete for credit. In front, Ilarod chewed on his daughter's words, and his feelings towards Hawthorne became more complicated.

But considering that his daughter was already bound to him, he finally said, "But now, Monpot has indeed disappeared. Whether he is dead or escaped, we will see later.

After a few days of observation, we will have a conclusion soon."

Nidalee suddenly remembered something and said, "Toren has also fallen into the pit! Father, you love him the most, hurry up and dig the pit to save him!"

Ilarod looked at Nidalee with hatred, but did not refute. He quickly cast the spell "Fossils to Mud", allowing the rocks to melt and flow to the side, digging the deep pit in a way that would not cause a secondary landslide.

As everyone was busy, no one noticed that at this moment, Celine had disappeared.

Meanwhile, underground.

"Ahem—ahem!"

Barely maintaining his sanity, Hawthorne, who was covered in mud, took out the magic book from his dimensional bag, consumed the energy inside, and cast a healing spell on himself. Only then did he feel that the burning pain all over his body was relieved a little.

When the huge explosion occurred in Monport, even though he used "Absorbing Elements" to resolve most of the damage, the energy contained in the demon lord's body was so enormous that even so, he was still seriously injured.

What's more, he fell to the ground, was knocked unconscious, and was hit hard by rocks. At this time, he was not hit on the head and was able to stay conscious. He was really lucky.

His injuries were treated to the point where he could barely move. He then stood up and did not rush out. Instead, he opened the system and counted his spoils.

He was now extremely excited, and full of earnest anticipation: How many purification points could he gain by purifying Mompot?

However, when I clicked on the details, I was overwhelmed by the huge disappointment.

Four thousand and one?!

Such a big Abyss Lord, and he only gave me 4,100? !

Is it because it ended up being suicide and was not completely purified?

Damn it... Never mind, it’s better than nothing.

It took him a lot of effort to finally suppress the disappointment in his heart. He stopped thinking about it and cast a light spell on his shield, using it as a super-powerful searchlight, shining it forward, ready to find a way out.

Then he saw a huge creature, embedded in the rocks in front of him, standing tall underground.

It was Monpot's giant double-headed sword, the artifact he had painstakingly crafted.

Hawthorne's eyes suddenly lit up, his disappointment disappeared, his heart became hot, his eyes were fixed on the weapon, and he was ready to make a move.

Oh wow, I didn’t expect that Mompot’s weapon was left in this world!

This is a weapon carefully crafted by a demon lord. Maybe it is a magical weapon like the three-headed flail of the Werewolf King, the heart-splitting machete of the Bull Demon King, or the snake-shaped sword of the Dark Lord!

Although its size is a bit too large for Hawthorne to use, in this world, enlargement/reduction is just a simple second-level spell. Among the various professional abilities, there are also special magical effects that can transform weapons into those suitable for their own types!

Coincidentally, the contract chosen by Hawthorne Level 3, "Magic Contract of Blade", has the ability to transform the contract weapon into a size suitable for his own body size!

He then walked to the side of the huge double-headed sword, stretched out his hand, grasped the thick round hilt in the middle, injected magic power, and tried to conclude a contract with it.

The next second, a huge mental shock suddenly hit his mind. Endless crazy thoughts hit his mind like a tide!

Killing, arrogance, anger, appetite, greed, lust... countless hateful negative emotions emerged from his heart. In an instant, his eyes turned red and he was about to fall into the abyss of madness!

This is the Demon Lord's divine weapon, fed by the blood of countless victims and the souls of wailing pain. How could it be easily subdued by a mere mortal!

Hawthorne also realized this problem. If he continued to bear it, he would sooner or later become a madman like Mompot, with killing on his mind.

But he was not in a hurry, and then whispered: "Purification!"

The power of purification happens to be the nemesis of this thing!

hum-

A hazy milky white light lit up, and the negative emotions that had just hit his spirit like a tsunami suddenly receded like the tide.

Hawthorne breathed a sigh of relief and waited for the purification to be completed before renewing the contract. But then, a familiar figure with a terrified voice sounded in his mind: "Don't, don't, that, who, you, please, don't erase my soul!"

Chapter 387 Encounter with Torun

It's Mompot's voice!

Hawthorne's expression changed, and then he looked at the double-headed sword in front of him and realized that the sound actually came from inside.

That's it!

This guy is not dead at all, no wonder the purification points I gave him are so few. This guy hid his complete soul in his weapon, so he escaped!

Hawthorne thought so in his heart, and then a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

But, if that's the case, won't you be at my mercy?

Pausing the purification of the double-headed sword, Huo Sang held the huge weapon and called out in his heart: "You, the Lord of the Abyss, are not dead yet?!"

As he spoke, the voice in his heart gradually became angry: "So many mountain people died at your hands, and you have not yet repaid so much blood debt. If I don't erase your soul, it will be unjust!"

"Die, Mompot!"

He said this, pretending to continue the purification and erase his soul. In response, Monport's voice sounded even more terrified.

: "No! No, sir, hero, master! Please, spare my life!"

"I actually know a lot of secrets of the Abyss, about other Abyss Lords, the demons of the Nine Hells, and a lot of magical knowledge! As long as you forgive me, I can tell you all of these and help you better eliminate evil!"

Hawthorne's expression changed, and then he gritted his teeth and said in his heart: "Then, for the sake of long-term planning, I will spare your life for now."

"Don't have any other thoughts, otherwise, I will purify your soul immediately!"

After saying this, he once again used the power of "Blade Demon Contract" to form a contract with the huge double-headed sword in front of him.

At the moment the contract was completed, Hawthorne suddenly felt that the huge double-headed sword in front of him had become like a part of his body and he could use it easily and at will.

He hurriedly thought about it, and then the huge weapon in front of him was shrouded by the power of the contract, becoming smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a double-headed sword about two meters long.

This new double-headed sword has a handle in the middle that is as thick as a walking stick and less than 80 cm long, which can be just held by Hawthorne's hand; at both ends are a blade that is more than 60 cm long. The upper half is thick and sharp, with a bleeding groove, and the lower half has serrations for cutting the enemy's flesh and blood.

Weighing this heavy weapon, Huo Sang was excited for a moment. Through the contract with it, he could feel that the energy contained in this double-headed sword was enormous, and it could be called a divine weapon!

However, since this weapon was made by Mompot after all, and his soul now resides in it, the main source of power for this weapon is still him.

To be precise, it is the layer of the abyss that he is anchored to, the entire world.

The title of Abyss Lord is not self-proclaimed, but must be supported by objective facts. Just like it is not enough for a legendary warrior to be famous, they must break through the shackles of being a mortal to reach this realm.

Before that, no matter how famous or powerful one is - which of course is usually not that powerful - one cannot be called a legend.

The same is true for the Abyss Lords. They must completely control a certain level in the Bottomless Abyss, bind the entire world to their own souls, and allow the entire world to continuously provide them with energy. Only then are they qualified to be called Abyss Lords.

This was the case with Mompot before, but now, his soul is hiding in the double-headed sword, so it has become the world he is bound to, the layer in the bottomless abyss, which continuously provides energy to the double-headed sword - thus, this sword has the power of a divine artifact!

Tsk, it seems that I have to use this sword properly. I really can’t easily wipe out Mompot’s soul…

This thought came to Hawthorne's mind, and then he used the contract again and shouted fiercely to Monbot: "I can spare your life temporarily, Monbot, but you must serve sincerely to eliminate evil in the future and atone for your past actions!"

"If I discover that you have done anything wrong, I will immediately purify you and completely erase your soul. Do you understand?"

Monport said quickly, "Understood, understood, Master, I will absolutely obey your orders. No matter what you ask me to do, I will do it without any ambiguity!"

"Hmm!" Hawthorne made a very satisfied sound, and then he made a clumsy promise, "Well, as long as you follow me and sincerely atone your sins, one day you will be redeemed and your soul will be at peace!"

Monport laughed in his heart, thinking that these righteous people in the material world were still so naive and easy to deceive. He then said seriously: "I actually knew a long time ago that I was not cut out to be a leader. I have long wanted to find someone who is righteous, selfless and strong enough to follow!"

"It's a pity that I haven't been able to find such a person in the past thousand years, which is why things have become like this. But today, you are so weak in spellcasting ability, but you were able to defeat such a powerful me, and you have no selfish motives at all!"

"I am moved by your strength and greatness. I have decided to follow your footsteps until death! If you don't mind, I am willing to worship you as my godfather!"

Huo Sang suddenly felt a chill, and then hurriedly shook his head: "No need for foster father, I don't want a son of the Abyss Lord."

"Anyway, in the next few days, you just follow me and make atonement for your sins!"

Monport laughed: "Of course, Master!"

The big one and the small one were both laughing, each with their own agenda, each thinking they had already defeated the other, but it was still hard to say who would win...

But in short, after subduing the double-headed sword, Hawthorne waved his hand, and the double-headed sword turned into starlight and dissipated, merging into his body, leaving no trace.

He then left this place and continued to move forward along the holes dug by the burrowing insects to see if he could find a suitable exit.

Not long after he walked, he suddenly heard a struggling sound, as if some living creature was moving stones.

Hawthorne immediately looked alert, wondering if it was some kind of demon. He only had 3 mana points left, which was not enough to sustain a fierce battle.

He stood on tiptoe and shone the light carefully, and saw in the distance a minotaur was pinned under a rock, trying hard to move the rock off his body.

Sensing the light here, the minotaur shuddered, turned his head and looked over, then met Hawthorne's eyes.

It was none other than Torun.

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During the fierce battle, when Denchi was knocked out, he filled in the gap, so when Monbot exploded, he fell into his brother's arms.

Seeing him coming, the minotaur breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, my brother," he said, "I never thought that I had to be saved by you again. I am so ashamed."

Huo Sang smiled softly, put down his guard, walked over, stood to his left, and said, "There is nothing to be ashamed of. You were injured so badly because you wanted to eliminate Monbot. We are all working towards the same goal, so it is only natural for us to rescue each other."

Toren sighed, "Thank you for that. If you hadn't knocked Monbot unconscious with your hammer, I would have been killed by him."

"I will definitely remember this kindness. In the future, as long as I am still alive, I will definitely repay you for your kindness."

As he said this, his tone was earnest: "So, brother, please help me move the stone and let me out."

Hawthorne sat beside him, but he didn't move in a hurry, as if he was taking a rest: "You shouldn't thank me, you should thank this Storm Hammer first. If it weren't for it, I wouldn't be able to knock out Monport, let alone save your life."

As he spoke, he took out the upgraded warhammer from his dimensional bag and placed it next to the minotaur.

Toren nodded in agreement. "Indeed, ah, to own such a Storm Hammer, your status among the dwarves is truly extraordinary, brother!"

Huo Sang smiled and shook his head: "Alas, this hammer head has nothing to do with my status among the dwarves. This is a good friend of mine who begged for it for me."

As he spoke, he lowered his head, looked at Toren, and chuckled, "That's Bruno."

Toren blinked twice, feeling that the name sounded familiar: "Bruno? It's..."

"The dwarf you and I rescued in the Tide Sound Cave." Huo Sang said softly, "I went to ask him for help. He said no on the surface, but I asked several priests in the forging field for help in private, and finally upgraded the hammer head."

Toren suddenly realized: "Oh! It turned out to be him! Haha, then I must thank him later!"