Chapter 198: Betrayal

Chapter 198: Betrayal

The Meteor Shower Blade, that magic weapon , was taken by mages down a twisted path, but Flame Judgment was a weapon warriors loved most! Its area damage was the greatest among Intermediate Magic Weapons!

The unleashed Judgment’s power was simply incredible. For warriors who mainly fought in close combat, Judgment’s multi-stage burst was an excellent execution attack. With this weapon, the burst flames of Judgment would bypass the attacker. This meant the attacker could move within Judgment’s range, and the warrior’s close combat maximized the continuous area damage from the Flame Judgment’s fiery domain.

As long as the fiery domain effect was maintained, anyone fighting the wielder of Flame Judgment had to divert part of their strength to resist the continuous damage of the fiery domain. Moreover, the strength they consumed was definitely greater than the cost to maintain the fiery domain. If corresponding Magic Armor could be summoned, the magic weapon’s power would receive an additional boost, and the usage cost would be slightly reduced.

For example, the Magic Armor of Flame Judgment, once summoned, besides having the above effects, would also grant additional fire resistance to the wielder.

In short, the Flame Judgment magic weapon spared many warriors from lacking large-scale damage methods. As for the Berserker’s Axe… Well, its area attack was also very powerful and continuous. However, it was an axe, not a commonly used weapon like a sword or a blade.

The Magic Weapon Summoning Book required the user’s “cultivation,” just like allocating skill points in a skill book. After choosing one path, there weren’t enough skill points to fully light up other paths. One could manage both but not develop comprehensively in all areas. So, if you chose the sword… don’t think about choosing the axe or something else. Even mages using the Meteor Shower Blade tended to prefer staffs. If the Meteor Shower Blade’s enhancement for fire mages didn’t exceed the cost, most of them wouldn’t choose to divert extra effort to cultivate this magic weapon’s summoning strength ratio.

And now this dragon… Damn! This dragon used three magic weapons in less than ten seconds, and one of them was a High-Level Magic Soldier! Two High-Level Magic Soldiers had appeared now, and so far, the number of people who could summon High-Level Magic Soldiers was countable on one hand.

The mainstream was still Intermediate Magic Weapons, and their power wasn’t bad either, especially those with the highest appearance rates. High-ratio Advanced Summoning already made them much stronger in power than some ordinary High-Level Magic Soldiers. Also, there was now a not-so-secret characteristic: the magic weapons from the Magic Weapon Summoning Book had better mana conductivity than ordinary magic weapons.

So… did race also determine superiority in other aspects? The Dragon Clan’s physical capital and Talent were enviable and jealousy-inducing, not to mention. Now, using the Magic Weapon Summoning Book, they could easily surpass others.

“Hey! Are you still going to fight?” Zheng Yichen grinned as he looked at the fewer than ten remaining black-clad people. His expression was casual, but he was extremely wary inside. Two of them looked disheveled, but this dishevelment was caused by the direct attack of Light Tide. Afterward, they had been hit by Flame Judgment’s Judgment attack yet managed to withstand it. Being able to resist… was a kind of strength in itself! Those not strong enough would have died long ago.

So, Zheng Yi’s earlier “three quality moves” cleared out the minor troubles, but the ones left behind were real big troubles. Of course, Zheng Yichen didn’t mind doing another… He counted the number of Intermediate and above magic weapons. Hmm, he didn’t mind doing a “twelve quality moves”… After all, the Magic Weapon Summoning Book was currently used quite enthusiastically by people in this world, accumulating vast mana daily, especially during the Witch Hunt, where he completely established the fame of the Magic Weapon Summoning Book.

He estimated that relying on the Magic Weapon Summoning Book… he might really be able to turn around and challenge the Sanctuary Church’s Saintess. However, after a conservative estimate of the consumption, it felt like doing so would set him back to square one. Anyway, it was better to continue accumulating.

“The Evil God will not spare you.” One of the black-clad people, with abnormal red seeping from the depths of his eyes, coldly stared at Zheng Yichen, then with intense fanaticism in his eyes, said, “You must be the best sacrifice for the Evil God!”

As soon as his words fell, a blood-red light swiftly flew toward Zheng Yichen. Before Zheng Yichen could react, it struck his forehead. Meanwhile, the black-clad person’s body rapidly withered, his life force quickly turning to nothingness. Faintly, Zheng Yichen saw a twisted giant hand appear behind this black-clad person. The hand grabbed a phantom of a soul and swiftly disappeared into the air.

“What the heck?” Zheng Yichen touched his forehead. When the red light hit his forehead, he felt a sense of discomfort. After all, being hit on the head by an impact drill wouldn’t feel good either. After breaking through his forehead, this red light directly collided with his Mind Sea, and then… then nothing happened.

His strongest feeling at that moment was like being punched by a two or three-year-old child. It wasn’t like being hammered in an indescribable vital spot; the impact could be completely ignored. Zheng Yichen didn’t even have time to savor the feeling. After observing his Mind Sea, he clicked his tongue slightly. There was no change in his Mind Sea either. That thing seemed to have been assimilated, but the amount was too small to cause any waves.

What a lousy Evil God.

“So, which of you wants to try again? Aim here.” Zheng Yichen pointed at his forehead. The remaining black-clad people glanced at each other and, without a word, decisively retreated. Are you kidding? Their comrade just sacrificed his life to place an Evil God’s brand on Zheng Yichen. With his strength, even existences stronger than them would be affected under such a life-sacrificing premise.

But this Little Dragon seemed completely fine and even requested them to continue hitting him. They were cultists, yes, and they had fanatic worship for the Evil God, yes. However, they weren’t grassroots members with brains washed into foolishness. Besides maintaining fanatic worship for the Evil God, they also had self-awareness. Otherwise, cults with only brainwashed foolish cultists couldn’t last long.

Therefore, Zheng Yichen’s reaction of asking to be hit made them even more apprehensive. Seeing that things were not feasible, they decisively left the place. On the way, the cultist who had been provoked by Zheng Yichen’s “three quality moves” earlier lowered his head and muttered something softly. His abnormality didn’t raise alarms among the others; cultists were somewhat neurotic to varying degrees… They didn’t communicate much along the way.

After getting far enough from Zheng Yichen’s location, the muttering cultist suddenly stopped. His pause made the other comrades stop in confusion. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just suddenly thought that the Little Dragon might be bluffing. We were scared off.” This black-clad person looked back in Zheng Yichen’s direction and said, “We might have overreacted!”

“… Should we go back and check?” The remaining black-clad people fell silent for a moment before asking. If they could capture the Little Dragon to please the Evil God, they would definitely be granted greater power. So, under this black-clad person’s description, they became somewhat tempted.

“Let’s check. What if the Little Dragon is really pretending… Heh heh!” The black-clad person who incited the others snorted twice. “You noticed too, right? He really cares about that little girl. With that little girl in tow, even if he isn’t pretending, we can still outrun him. Of course, if he chases us and manages to chase us back to our base, that would be great too…”

“Then let’s go!” His words made the remaining few black-clad people completely decide. They immediately prepared to turn back to check the situation but didn’t notice that the inciter had fallen to the back… until he took out a black diamond-shaped Magic Artifact and crushed it. Only then did the other black-clad people notice something was wrong, but it was too late!

After the black diamond Magic Artifact shattered, the broken black particles transformed into a torrent that enveloped all the black-clad people in front, completely immobilizing them on the spot. They couldn’t move, and even the power within their bodies was suppressed and unusable. They could only glare furiously at the black-clad person who had betrayed them.

The betraying black-clad person sneered. Feeling an evil will descending, he decisively abandoned all the power granted by the Evil God!

Forcibly abandoning this power was like crippling his own martial arts. His condition instantly plummeted to its lowest point, and even his spirit was damaged. However, the benefit was that he forcibly severed the connection with the Evil God. The will that was about to descend could only let out a soundless roar and descended upon the other controlled cultists instead!

The black-clad person, who had crippled most of his power, had a gleam in his eyes. His hands trembled slightly as he operated his remaining mana. His body now resembled a machine about to self-destruct. Using this mana brought him immense pain, but he endured it forcefully. A summoned book appeared in his hand.

“You dare betray me…”

“Shut up! You’re just an Evil God cultivated through sacrifices! How dare you dream of dominating everyone? Tools should have the awareness of tools!” The black-clad person interrupted the words of those dominated by the Evil God’s will. With his trembling right hand pressed on the Magic Weapon Summoning Book, a magic weapon emitting a strange aura, with a sinister eye embedded in the sword body, appeared in his hand. While one black-clad cultist was stunned, he thrust the sword into his chest.

The black-clad cultist’s body rapidly withered. A twisted giant hand tried to seize his soul, but the cultist’s soul was forcibly shattered by the dark purple giant sword impaled in him and absorbed into the sword body. The sword-wielding black-clad person’s complexion immediately regained its rosy color. Under the effect of the Bloodthirst Curse, after killing a black-clad cultist with strength similar to his own, the injuries from crippling his power directly recovered partially!