Star Forge Titan

Although Lucius escaped, a great wizard with a damaged soul and only his left hand left had few options. Whether he wanted to complete his original plan or try to recover from his injuries, he had a high probability of continuing to promote the sacrificial ritual, so...

"Let's go to the Hill of Three Pagodas!"

"Should I go too?" asked Boshia in a low voice, who had been hiding aside and not saying anything.

As a result, her words were quickly drowned out by the sound of rolling horse hooves, followed by severe dizziness caused by the leaping shadows and the faint sound of vomiting.

At this moment, the Three Towers Hill where the Undead faction is located has fallen into complete chaos.

"The Dead Iron Legion has lost control! The twelve Hades Iron Guards have collectively gone berserk! The instructors are trying to regain control!"

"The Pale Bow Legion is also moving on its own. The sky is full of wandering ghost knights and black brides, and there are ghost killers wandering in the tower... They, they have completely surrounded the Mage Tower!"

"Where's the Death Knight? Is the Death Knight still in the coffin in the Hall of Sleep?"

"Headless Solskjaer, Black Blade Roland Carr, Steel Shield Neville, Pioneer Rooney, Dedicated Scholes, Guardian Giggs, Galloping Cristiano, and Bloody Devil Beckham... all gone! Not a single one left, they've all run away!"

"This is bad! This is terrible! It's over!"

"...Should we wake up the master?"

"The Abomination Legion and the Ghoul Heavy Guards guarding the Great Mausoleum have long been in a frenzy! We can't get through now! We have to pray that there are enough zombies wandering in the mausoleum for them to eat, otherwise those guys will probably attack the living directly..."

……

Because of the hidden tricks laid in advance by Lucius and the Undead Cult lurking in the School of the Dead, more than 100,000 regular undead troops either fell into chaos and rage, or directly launched an attack on the palace in the form of a military formation!

Several high-level undead broke free from their restraints and were about to break out of the walls of Evenmore.

Those are the assets accumulated by the School of Undead over hundreds of years. If they were to get out, in addition to the loss of property itself, due to the natural hostility of the undead towards living things, it would inevitably cause extremely serious consequences to the local lords and the vast majority of Elrond civilians!

At this moment, a knight riding a black horse and wearing black armor stood alone in the middle of the road leading out of the Three Towers Hill.

Looking at the vast sea of ​​undead, Ashram, who had just slain or severely wounded the Dark Whisperers' cultists, drew his sword again. His armor was slightly worn, and a hint of fatigue appeared on his face.

But the blue curse magic appeared again, covering the original color of the long sword, and similar curse magic flowed into the cursed armor of the black knight leader.

The armor engraved with nine blessings and nine curses glowed with a light blue magical light, and the engravings representing blessings and curses lit up at the same time. They were oaths engraved in ancient Saga characters.

The three brightest blessings and three curses have exactly the same meaning, which are—

Don’t retreat!

No surrender!

Undefeated!

In the center of the nine blessings and nine curses, there is a short word surrounded by a relief of a fiery red rose, the symbol of the Gusmith family - loyalty!

The power of blessing and curse gathered together, the will of loyalty burned in his chest, and Ashram stood tall facing a hundred thousand undead!

The leader of the black knights tapped the ground with his toes, and the special ability of the Cursed Knight allowed him to break free from the constraints of gravity and hover ten centimeters above the ground, then pointed his sword forward.

"Today, none of you can leave!"

The sword flashed, and the power of the curse spread rapidly. The bones and rotten flesh of the undead turned into rolling waves, suddenly exploding in all directions with Ashram as the center.

At the same time, in a secret workshop under the Mage Tower.

Lucius, who had lost his sight and could not see, fell painfully from the clutches of the Undead Colossus. He lay on the cold ground, gasping for breath, and then he heard a familiar sound of footsteps.

All the members of the Undead Cult were sent out to attract attention and perform sacrifices, so there should be no one in this private workshop. However, he soon guessed who the visitor was.

"Kayang? Ka? Kayang! Is... is it you? My apprentice!" Lucius shouted with difficulty with his half-burned tongue, and his left hand groped around in a daze and finally grabbed a pair of soft leather boots.

Holding Khayon's ankle tightly, Lucius looked up at him and said anxiously:

"Stupid thing, why don't you go and get the potion, quickly! Otherwise..." The expression on the great wizard's face was distorted and ferocious. He hooked his index finger and used the so-called limited magic power to activate the mark of the enslavement contract on Khayon's neck.

A mark appeared around the neck like a collar. Now, he could kill this mediocre apprentice with just a flick of his finger.

"Teacher, I understand." Facing the threat of death, Khayang remained very calm, even with a hint of a sincere smile on his face.

"Okay, that's good, that's right." Lucius praised incoherently.

Then, he pulled out a thick roll of parchment from his bosom, on which was densely written a large amount of knowledge and magic circle patterns related to the third-level promotion ceremony.

"This is half of the information." Although the great wizard was blind, he still relied on soul perception to look at where Khayon was.

"Thank you for your generosity." Khayon bowed gracefully and took a piece of the parchment.

But he noticed that Lucius was holding the parchment tightly and did not let go immediately.

"I'll give you the remaining half later..." the embarrassed wizard said coldly.

"Of course, of course, please go ahead. I'll get the healing potion right away." Khayon kindly helped Lucius sit up on something soft that looked like a cloth bag.

His tone was as sweet as ever, like a hissing viper with colorful scales.

"Hmph." Lucius shifted to make himself more comfortable.

"Then I'll go get the healing potion." Khayon's footsteps were getting farther and farther away.

But an indescribable uneasiness arose in Lucius' heart.

He mobilized his magic power and quietly summoned a dead soul eye. He painfully dug out his own charred and carbonized eyeball, then used this undead creation to temporarily replace it and regain his sight.

Blinking his bloodstained eyes, Lucius discovered that Khayon had already walked to the door of the workshop.

The heavy metal door was slowly falling, and the great wizard saw a circle of black flames burning on the apprentice's neck. Also burning was the precious parchment scroll at his feet that recorded the promotion ceremony!

Khayon waved at Lucius, as if saying goodbye to his past, and in his other hand he held a strange object.

It looked like some kind of magic prop, with a cylindrical handle that emitted a white mist from time to time. There was an open flip cover on top, and an unsettling big red button underneath, where the young wizard's thumb was pressed.

A bad feeling came over him, and Lucius slowly turned his newly transplanted dead soul eyes to look at the thing he was leaning against.

It was indeed a cloth bag tied up with cotton cloth and thin rope. It looked a bit like the cushions people usually use, but there was a line of text printed on it using Linde's unique mimeograph technology - 1885 Type Backpack Group Charge (commonly known as Explosive Bag).

At some point, several similar things appeared in the workshop, and they were all placed in key locations such as weighing columns.

"Ka——Yang——!"

Angry roars burst out of Lucius's burned throat, but he could only watch as the solid metal door slammed shut in front of him, while the young wizard's slightly sarcastic smile was isolated outside.

Looking at the cold and heavy metal door, the black flame transformed from the soul power burned the flesh and blood, and at the same time burned the contract mark that had bound him for many years. Therefore, the severe pain did not change the smile on Khayang's face at all.

Joy, genuine joy, the joy of regaining freedom.

Sadness, deep sadness, that is the sadness of losing a loved one.

Two emotions surged in the black-robed wizard's heart.

So, he laughed, a defiant laugh.

"Goodbye, mentor, and—my cowardice!"

Khayon, press the button!

Chapter 66: Refusing Death (Part 2)

How strong is a true fourth-level?

In front of 100,000 dead souls, the sword in Ashram's hand told the world the answer to this question.

At a time when the fifth-level beings in various countries are hiding and the strongest forces in various parties are mostly at the fourth level, a fourth-level transcendent is tantamount to a walking strategic weapon.

When the Cursed Knight releases his own magic power, all the free magic power within the surrounding two thousand meters is affected, turning into a terrifying magical pressure that covers the entire field.

The low-level undead fell to their knees and began to collapse at a speed visible to the naked eye. Only those elite beings with huge bodies could continue to move.

However, the long sword that was imbued with the power of the curse, just by being swung in the air, set off a visible storm in the square outside the Three Towers Hill.

The aroused air currents wrapped around the sword, and as Ashram swung it, it transformed into a twisting gray whip that lashed at all enemies within a hundred meters.

The killing power contained in the wind, even the slightest touch, would easily destroy the negative energy structure in the undead body as easily as breaking a dead branch.

The skeleton army fell apart on the spot and turned into white broken bones. The large abomination that was comparable in size to an ogre was cut in half. The killing power of the curse spread rapidly along the rotten flesh, shattering the negative energy structure hidden in the thick flesh armor, and the bound soul was liberated.

In the distance, the death knights riding on undead horses looked at each other in bewilderment. They held hunting swords with undulating wave structures at the front, and their armors all emitted a cold, freezing magic light. A layer of frost automatically spread on the surrounding land.

As high-level undead equivalent to third-level transcendents, this group of death knights possess a certain degree of thinking ability and have returned to normal after a brief period of confusion.

But they found that all the control methods left by the School of Undead had been lifted. Their desire for freedom and their natural hatred for the living made them want to gallop on horseback and hunt freely and kill to their heart's content!

but--

The way out was blocked by a terrifying fourth level.

One hundred thousand undead legions were unable to break through the defense line built by Ashram alone. This was naturally due to the lack of a commander, but it was also because he was a true fourth-level transcendent in good condition.

Although it took some effort to deal with the Dark Whisperer's cultists, seeing that Ashram had not yet used his own transcendent soul, it was clear that he still had a lot of room to spare.

The battlefield fell into a noisy and boring one-sided destruction. At this moment, something strange happened!

boom!

Thunderous rumbles came from underground, and the originally flat ground began to heave and crack like waves. The undead army either fell into the cracks in the ground or fell aimlessly like plastic soldiers falling into a washing machine. Even high-level soldiers like the Death Knight had to dismount.

One of the three tall undead towers in the distance actually became tilted and was about to collide with another wizard tower. Fortunately, a heavy chain with stabilizing magic attached pulled the tilted tower at the last moment, but this wizard tower still had an angle of nearly five degrees from the original vertical center line.

Even Ashram, who always destroyed the undead with a cold face, was surprised by this scene.

Pulling the sword from the ground, he looked at the leaning wizard tower in astonishment.

"Did they... self-destruct?"

No one in the Mage Tower could answer this question. They were still dealing with various difficult problems when they encountered this new trouble. Almost all the necromancers felt their scalps tingling.

Because of the sequential detonations, Khayon was able to evacuate safely as planned. He stared in amazement at the Mage Tower gradually tilting and falling, muttering to himself:

"This, this doesn't match my calculations. Did Miss Boshia sell me alchemical explosives with double the power? Oh no, the school won't ask me to pay for it, will it? Maybe I should just run away..."

Lucius, who was at the center of the explosion, must have the most say on the power of the alchemical explosives. However, he was no longer able to express his opinion fluently because the terrible impact directly shattered the fourth-level wizard into pieces.

The mutilated flesh was evenly spread on the cold ground. Under the bloody severed hand was a blasphemous symbol, a twisted rune written by Lucius in his last moments.

There were collapsed and destroyed buildings everywhere, and the remains of skeleton laborers were scattered all over the ground. Each standard unit of Lind's alchemical explosives had a destructive power that was no less than that of a three-ring fireball.

The workshop hidden underground was severely damaged, which allowed the shock wave to leak out, causing the wizard tower above, which was protected by layers of spells, to tilt.

At the moment of the explosion, the terrible impact from behind directly destroyed most of Lucius's body. The extraordinary body of the high-level mage, which began to transform under the influence of refined magic power, could not resist the power of the zero-distance explosives rising to the sky.

The high-level wizard's inherent magical protection collapsed instantly, his spine was broken, his internal organs were shattered, and his entire body almost turned into a mass of flesh wrapped in broken bones.

he died.

His death was extremely tragic, just like a piece of luncheon meat falling into a high-speed meat grinder. Even the blessing or curse from the evil god could not save his life.

On the contrary, the constant self-repair and destruction made Lucius feel like he was being tortured before his death.

In contrast to the shattered great wizard, the undead colossus buried in the ruins was hardly damaged at all.

The twisted soul of the great wizard looked at the surrounding scene blankly. Death had completely stripped him of everything, and the twisted power of the evil god made it so that he didn't even have the qualifications for his soul to return to reincarnation. He just wandered there in a daze and at a loss.

Like a helpless abandoned person, he looked down at himself scattered all over the ground, unable to be shoveled up.

However, the twisted symbol written by the great wizard with magical blood once again made the light of sacrifice shine in the burning ruins.

At this moment, the entire Three Towers Hill was shrouded in a terrifying and twisted dark green magical light.

The final sacrifice, where even the host is dead, has begun!

Under the light, all the necromancers, whether low-level or high-level, whether they had completely betrayed or were just not absolutely loyal, who had once made deals with Lucius were horrified to find that their magic power began to leak out in large quantities.

What's even more terrifying is that when the magic power is leaked out, even their souls begin to falter and want to leave their bodies.

“This! What’s going on?!”

"Help me! I know I was wrong! Where is Grand Master Gaius? Master! Save me!"

Screams rang out one after another, and the souls of the cultists flying in the sky merged into a river of souls with joy on their faces and flowed into the base of the Mage Tower.

The wizard tower, which was transformed into the main altar, emitted light all over, like a tall lighthouse, transmitting some information to the deep hell of Stagnant Heaven, which was extremely far away from the material world.

"Gahhahahahahahahahahahahaha."

It was as if they were watching a great farce. A laugh that was enough to twist and deform a person into a monster rang out in the stagnant sky, accompanied by the chirping laughter of countless little demons.

Then, as if rewarding a clown for his hard work, a spoonful of thick soup containing terrible power, mixed with countless venoms, bacteria and magical diseases, was wantonly poured to the other end of the space by the evil god with a big mouth on his belly and laughing heartily.

The power of God descends here.

Chapter 67: Evil Transformation