Chapter 200: This Should Be the Backdoor, Right?

Chapter 200: This Should Be the Backdoor, Right?

“Well, power doesn’t necessarily have to show in its scope, does it?” Zheng Yichen reached out and lightly tapped Lily’s head. Seeing her develop a new pursuit, even if it made her seem like an unstable power-seeker, was still better than her appearing utterly hopeless in life… a bit better, at least?

The place where Zheng Yichen had been surrounded by Cultists earlier now had a team of knights from the Sanctuary Church arriving. One of them reached down and scooped up a handful of scorched soil. After observing it for a moment, he shook it off, only to see a layer of black stain appear on his silvery bright gauntlet.

This wasn’t the color of the soil. It was a residue left from the conflict between the lingering power in the soil and the power enchanted on the armor. This was the Evil God’s Power!

A faint flash of White Power color passed by, and the black stain on the gauntlet quickly vanished without a trace. The knight glanced around. “The Judgment power of Flame Judgment… and that beam-like Light Tide… along with the Evil God’s Power.”

Magic Arms from the Magic Weapon Summoning Book circulated very widely. Some Schools even specifically opened Magic Weapon Summoner classes. One could imagine how valued that power was. Judging the scene was easy. The slight, pressed-down scorch marks around, plus the soil being blasted upward from underneath—these were undoubtedly the Judgment effect of Flame Judgment.

As for the Light Tide, the trail left by that beam of light along its path was too obvious. Even the Church personnel stationed at the distant Town handling the Corpse Puppets had seen it.

“Hmm!? This!?” The knight inspecting the surroundings frowned when a report was delivered to him. He immediately led a small team to rush to another location. There, they saw some severely withered and decayed corpses. Two of these corpses had been pierced through the chest. Checking the width of the wounds, the knight’s brow furrowed deeply.

Looking at the death appearances of the black-clothed individuals, his expression grew even more serious. These corpses looked as if they had been dead for a long time, but in fact, their time of death was less than half a day. Two died ‘normally,’ while the rest all had severely twisted appearances—not just their bodies, but their expressions too. This twisted manner of death, along with their placement and the chaotic patterns drawn on the ground with blood.

A sacrifice to an Evil God!

What puzzled him was that this place held the aura of two Evil Gods. One was very thin and scattered, like an aura forcibly shattered and dispersed. The other, however, was very faint yet pure. This pure Evil God aura would only linger after the Evil God’s true form had appeared.

A newborn Evil God? The knight looked at the scale of the surroundings. The scale of this sacrifice wasn’t large, so the newborn Evil God’s power shouldn’t be very strong. Even if these black-clothed individuals were strong, they couldn’t serve as a hundred or a thousand people… After all, sacrifices to Evil Gods not only had requirements for the strength of the offerings but also for their quantity.

What would an old, established Evil God do upon encountering a newborn Evil God? Of course, directly devour it! The relationships between Evil Gods were even more ruthless. There was no concept of nurturing the younger generation. Upon seeing a ‘junior,’ they would only regard it as a rich and nourishing meal.

Yet the current situation was that this newborn Evil God had defeated something like the Avatar of that old Evil God. Could an Evil God conjured through a sacrifice of less than ten people be this powerful?

Or perhaps this newborn Evil God had some special ability that allowed it to ignore the disparity in strength and resolve the trouble. If so, this newborn Evil God was even more troublesome. After all, some Evil Gods with bizarre abilities might not be strong in terms of power, but when they caused trouble, even if it was a one-time event, they could bring greater trouble than those recorded old Evil Gods.

“Truly troublesome!” After assessing the situation at the scene, the knight snorted coldly. A failed Witch Hunt, a troublemaking Little Dragon, the resurgence of the Undying Witch, plus various other troubles big and small. And now, an unknown, yet troublesome, inexplicable Evil God had appeared…

He collected the slight auras lingering at the scene. These auras were the best leads for tracking the Evil God.

As for that Little Dragon… As long as he didn’t cause trouble for the time being, the Sanctuary Church’s attention towards him had already dropped to second priority. The primary focus was still the Undying Witch. In the past few days, Saintess Deya, who was responsible for pursuing Zheng Yichen, had shifted her target. She was putting intense pressure on the Undying Witch, leaving her almost no time to cause any harm.

When dealing with troublemaking Witches, one couldn’t give them any idle moments. With free time, no one could guarantee they wouldn’t, in a moment of heated impulse or whimsy, casually do something.

“Sigh~ Work hard. You’ll probably understand in the future.” Sitting on a black rock, Zheng Yichen rested his chin on his hand, watching Deya training diligently in front of him. Strangely enough, according to his calculations, that training cheat device plus this kind of physical exercise should easily build muscle, even for a girl.

Zheng Yichen had prepared himself to face a muscular-figured girl after some time, but her body showed little change. Moreover, any subsequent injuries could heal very quickly… Hmm, provided she ate food made from powerful Magical Beast Meat. Zheng Yichen estimated this was probably related to that mutated Gray Mist Power.

Over the past few days, Zheng Yichen had tried to recreate some Gray Mist Power and inject it into Deya’s body. But that power was quickly digested by her body. Hmm… in small amounts. If the amount was too much, she would suffer indigestion. Exceeding a certain limit, the Gray Mist Power remaining in her body would even start to devour the latent mutated Gray Mist Power within her. And it wasn’t just absorbing that power; it would take everything, flesh and bone together.

In short, if all her latent power was sucked away by the Gray Mist Power, Deya would probably turn into a pile of sand on the spot.

Of course, as she digested and absorbed the Gray Mist Power, the amount she could absorb was slowly increasing. This could be considered a new discovery. Zheng Yichen thought this should be some kind of backdoor left by the Undying Witch for beings like Deya.

Then there was the consumption of Magical Beast Meat. That was simply unscientific! Zheng Yichen’s hands had taken the lives of many Magical Beasts. Those with insufficient strength didn’t dare provoke him. Even without a Dragon’s Aura, his appearance was that of a genuine dragon. So, those who dared provoke him were Magical Beasts confident in their own strength, bold enough to bully a Juvenile Dragon.

Yet they all became Zheng Yichen’s food reserves. Magical Beast Meat contained immense energy. An ordinary person eating even a small piece from his stock would be overnourished to the point of swelling and bleeding… Eating too much and dying from over-nourishment was very normal… One could also see it as being poisoned by the powerful energy contained in the Magical Beast Meat. Anyway, weaker Magical Beasts were one thing, but truly powerful Magical Beast Meat was not something ordinary people could handle.

Yet Lily ate it quite normally… At first, Zheng Yichen worried if she would have problems from eating it. After observing, he found she was completely fine. Instead, the more she ate, the better her body became. So, Zheng Yichen stopped worrying and let it be. He had quite a lot of Magical Beast Meat in his pockets. Even with good preservation methods, he couldn’t finish it all in a short time. He even had to consider the possibility of it spoiling. So, rather than letting it go to waste, sharing it was fine… A Little Lolita’s appetite was only so big; how much could she eat anyway?