Chapter 483: Channel the Spell Like a Countdown Bar

Chapter 483: Channel the Spell Like a Countdown Bar

Zheng Yichen stared, his jaws hanging slack for a moment as he watched the devastating weapon he’d produced get consumed so effortlessly by Moser. A slight pout tugged at his lips as he fiercely held back the “You’ll regret this!” that almost burst out.

Tsk, dreaming of a second one after getting the first freebie? Not happening. After the skull bomb vanished into that cavity, Moser couldn’t maintain control anymore and simply let it go.

When dealing with things connected to Evil Gods, decisiveness and speed were essential. Spotting anything suspicious called for the most ruthless, immediate action.

Especially during an ambush like this.

A blinding white pillar erupted from the sealed cavity. Great swathes of flesh dissolved into nothingness within the expanding light, leaving only air filled with drifting, cotton-like remnants.

A piercing roar tore through the air. The normal surroundings rapidly shifted to a faint red hue. In this environment, Zheng Yichen felt the Mana coating his Alchemical Avatar starting to burn…

Huh, just an illusion.

Anyway, the cavity passage Moser had barely managed to force open, under the effect of this single skull bomb, became permanently incapable of closing.

“…” Moser silently observed the destructive force unleashed by the light pillar. He mentally scratched out his previous label of ‘unreliable’ for the skull bomb. If this thing wasn’t reliable, what possibly could be?

“Any more?” Moser asked after a moment’s quiet.

“Yeah, pay me first.” Zheng Yichen stated flatly. Moser mentally reviewed his savings. The market price for standard High-tier Magic Scrolls usually ranged between one thousand to five thousand gold coins.

The thousand-coin variety typically offered less useful High-tier Magic, while the five-thousand ones packed powerful, complex spells. Strictly speaking, crafting Magic Scrolls was an extremely lucrative business.

For a High-Rank Spellcaster, unleashing a slightly more demanding spell to pocket over a thousand gold? Sweet deal, right?

His assets… thanks to his past actions… he could afford several High-tier Magic Scrolls. Besides, the five-thousand type was exceptionally rare. If Zheng Yichen seriously demanded that price? Pure extortion!

“How much?”

“Not expensive. Four thousand!”

“…” Still extortion. Moser paused. “Two thousand: final offer.”

Eh? Zheng Yichen looked at Moser, slightly surprised. Bargaining straight down to half? That was pretty ruthless.

Alright, considering production costs, several hundred gold coins… but the technical skill involved here was immense!

“Okay. How many do you want?”

Moser’s eyebrow twitched involuntarily. Maybe he hadn’t bargained hard enough… Oh well. “Give me five.”

He definitely wasn’t done facing dangers anytime soon. Being a Dark Executor was inherently high-risk, a fact most who chose this profession understood and accepted.

You wouldn’t pick this line of work without psychological preparation. Otherwise, you’d just become a Church Knight. Each Dark Executor had the strength to command a knight centurion or similar position.

Solo operatives without the power to survive daily in dangerous zones? That was just courting death. Dark Executors not only battled anomalies but also navigated treacherous human politics.

Each of them was as seasoned as they come!

“Buy them from my online store. Hidden code four-three-nine-nine. Search it to find these items,” Zheng Yichen said briskly. “No time for an actual transaction right now, right?”

Moser glanced at the irreversibly damaged cavity, breathing out slowly. Bantering with Zheng Yichen wasn’t poor timing; it was him regaining strength. “Stay alert. Though this Evil God has run into some issues, it remains immensely powerful.”

His earlier assault had cost him dearly, causing violent Mana backlash. It took a while before he stabilized.

“Right…”

Hearing Zheng Yichen’s vague agreement, Moser swiftly turned his head back. Zheng Yichen had already donned a helmet bristling with sci-fi angles. By the time Moser looked, the visor had slid down. Twin red dots lit up where his eyes would be.

These dots lacked any actual beam, seeming decorative to Moser. Zheng Yichen had also encased himself in matching body armor…

This… What kind of gear was this? It looked incredibly formidable.

“Let’s go.” This time, Zheng Yichen didn’t wait for Moser. He plunged headfirst into the gaping cavity first. Moser just shook his head. Bombs! He needed bombs!

Putting on that armor took enough time to toss him a few, didn’t it?! Upon breaching the cavity wall, they entered a bizarre world constructed entirely of flesh. Through his visor, Zheng Yichen glimpsed masses of mangled bodies and limbs.

The sight stirred a faint discomfort within him. It worsened when the remains began twitching weakly. Perhaps sensing their passage, the fragmented limbs convulsed violently.

Dozens of burning flame-faces materialized upon the pulsing meat walls – young, old, all indiscriminately ablaze. The faces, scorched by intense heat, swiftly shriveled into skulls before melting, merging back into the flesh-wall to begin the grotesque cycle anew.

Utter depravity…

Zheng Yichen couldn’t help but think, suddenly regretting jumping down impulsively. Should’ve let Moser test the waters first. He activated the visor’s filter… seeing the world tinted entirely green. Yeah, maybe not the best idea.

“Huh? Where’d he go?” Zheng Yichen turned after a pause, hearing no new sounds. He couldn’t see Moser anywhere. The cavity entrance overhead had noticeably constricted. Did the guy not jump down?!

Thinking this, Zheng Yichen pulled out his trusty notebook, flipping it open again to search for countermeasures. He’d documented exhaustively, but this particular flesh-world scenario…

“Hmm… Fusion. When an Evil God merges with a specific type of exceptional entity… produces something grotesquely bloated… manifests certain core traits of the Evil God’s nature…”

Observing the encircling meat walls, Zheng Yichen mused. This was a Fire Element Evil God. Given the overwhelming fleshiness dominating the space instead of elemental flame, it implied the Evil God wasn’t dominating this fusion process.

The ambient Evil God aura felt singular to Zheng Yichen. He detected no conflicting secondary aura. So, what exactly was it fusing with?

As Zheng Yichen pondered, the flesh walls trembled violently. Flames surged across their surfaces. Zheng Yichen rapidly flipped through his small red handbook.

Hmm, phenomenon characteristic of fusion exceeding fifty percent completion… His hands erupted with countless streaks of shimmering Mana Threads. They began weaving swiftly. Having suffered once already, the Evil God wasn’t about to passively watch Zheng Yichen create another threat. It reacted instantly!

The flesh-wall flames surged towards Zheng Yichen, only to twist violently into a spinning vortex mere inches before making contact. His armor’s defenses flared to life against the fiery onslaught. An indicator light on the armor, depicting a battery, filled rapidly.

Upon reaching max capacity, it displayed a suffix: ‘X1’. Its maximum read ninety-nine.

Pretending to chant while knitting a Magic Rune Array, Zheng Yichen abruptly dismissed the glowing pattern. He drew an extraordinarily radiant, ornate weapon shimmering with golden brilliance from the Magic Weapon Summoning Book hovering beside him. Intense light coated the sword’s surface.

Swinging the weapon unleashed the stored brilliance. He swept the humming sword like a beam of pure light – a laser blade slashing blindingly fast. This solidified tide of piercing luminance carved through the entire flesh-wall with terrifying ease.

Dealing with an Evil God fusion didn’t require complex steps. Inflicting sufficient devastation upon both entities during the process usually sufficed. The Fire Element Evil God’s precise location remained unknown, but the surrounding flesh was its targeted fusion partner.

Finding one sword unsatisfying, Zheng Yichen manifested a twin blade. He carved into the pulsing expanse with furious, almost gleeful abandon. The meat-world splintered under the relentless barrage into countless disconnected chunks. The shrill cries of the Evil God echoed nonstop.

The Fire Element Evil God wasn’t idle. After its initial blunder, however, the bulk of its focus remained riveted on the shimmering lines of Mana Threads Zheng Yichen had been weaving.

Who could’ve anticipated the attacker simply drawing two beam sabers… Utterly against the rules! Those laser blades coalesced High-tier Magical light – each devastating strike equivalent to a direct hit from a High-tier Magic spell. Pure agony only someone subjected firsthand truly understood.

Raw power aside, its sheer consternation fixated on the duration. Both luminous blades remained active for a full thirty seconds!

Two enormous blades slicing wildly for half a minute? The Fire Element Evil God felt utterly overwhelmed and helpless. Under normal circumstances? Definitely not this disastrous. It had deliberately separated Zheng Yichen from that dangerously professional Dark Executor precisely to buy time…

“You despicable vermin! I shall torment your soul within my purgatory flames for ten thousand years of excruciating agony!!!” As the flesh-world disintegrated into unrecognizable chunks under Zheng Yichen’s assault, the Fire Element Evil God unleashed a final roar saturated with venomous bitterness. The gut-wrenching sting of seeing victory snatched away by hairsbreadth would enrage anyone sentient – much less an inherently brutal Evil God.

Such threats held little impact for Zheng Yichen. Ordinary humans stood utterly defenseless against Evil Gods, true. But against him? Barring only immensely ancient Evil Gods that even Witches viewed with grudging respect? Others genuinely failed to register upon his perceived-threat meter…

Well, truth be told, this body currently operated as merely his Avatar – its loss being a negligible sacrifice if trouble escalated. That enabled this carefree approach. His genuine self? Definitely far more cautious when personally engaged.

Once the flesh-world splattered, the fragmented remnants appeared to instantly forfeit vitality. Strewn chunks scattered everywhere exhibited alarming decay before completely fading away!

Amidst those fallen remains, Zheng Yichen spotted a heavily disheveled Moser. The deliberately worn, battle-scarred aura of Moser’s cloak had transformed into mere shredded tatters, heavily scorched with obvious burn marks. Moser regarded Zheng Yichen, emotions tangled beyond easy expression. Zheng Yichen shattered the flesh cage. But instead of gratitude, Moser’s spirit felt utterly crushed!

He indeed received rescue while trapped by the Evil God… Yet the so-called ‘rescue’ risked ending his life countless times! Those chaotically slashing lances of light wielded terrifying cutting frequencies grazing perilously close numerous instances. Their shifting trajectories remained impossible to reliably track.

This forced Moser’s attention onto Zheng Yichen’s blades, not the onslaught from the Evil God itself. Consequently, while showing marks of fire where hostile flames grazed, the vast majority of his current abysmal condition traced straight back to Zheng Yichen’s destructive rampage!

With his actual abilities prevailing normally? Even deliberately isolated by the Evil God? Maintaining resistance for over a minute posed little difficulty! The Evil God remained locked mid-fusion, only unleashing limited power potential. Moser confidently reckoned his skills allowed endurance easily exceeding ten minutes within an Evil God’s lair… under normal engagement.

“…”

Watching Zheng Yichen trot over, Moser maintained an inscrutable silence. His carefully cultivated image had likely shattered entirely amidst this ignoble condition. “Stop. What is it you seek?”

He firmly decided safety prioritized maintaining clear distance henceforth.

“Yeah, whereabouts is this specific Evil God actually hiding?”

“…Hm.” Mused Moser. “It undertook fusion; naturally its true essence remained anchored here. Therefore, it doubtlessly observes us covertly, likely tucked within one of these sundered chunks. The search perimeter certainly doesn’t exceed the shattered expanse you produced.”

Zheng Yichen gave a curt nod, withdrawing his Magical Grimoire and consulting its pages. Swiftly chanting several incantations manifested overlapping layers of shimmering Magic Barriers sealing the entire area, eliminating hope of the corrupted entity escaping.

Drawing upon Irene’s scholarly annotations, Zheng Yichen knew while Evil God power emitted highly corruptive energies… valuable resources could simultaneously yield. Those condensed shards of Evil God Essence Dan Marina once produced exemplified rarity – he tasted firsthand their staggering utility enhancing Avatar crafting by resolving core-shaping intricacies and allowing subsequent forms far too effortlessly: utterly adaptable polymorphic Avatars.

Though inferior to that older Evil God Dan Marina lethally tricked long ago? This Fire Element Evil God should still yield similarly distinctive Essence, right? His handbook’s concluding page meticulously recorded its extraction method.

Never yet attempted! Facing an opportunity this ripe? Simply impossible to squander!

“Hear this!” Moser sharpened his tone. “Remaining unseen possesses dual meanings: It could genuinely fear discovery… Simultaneously, its energies regenerate rapidly!” His gaze fixed firmly on Zheng Yichen. “Breaking its fusion process dealt critical recoil damage – its current state represents profound vulnerability…”

Moser’s volume steadily dropped towards a murmur whilst explaining… He witnessed innumerable glowing Mana Threads extend rapidly from Zheng Yichen’s fingertips, coalescing overhead into forming complex symbols. The expanding Magic Array ascended skywards until entirely overlaying their surroundings. Finally settling into position above the tattered ruins of shattered meat…

Blinding white radiance poured downward in overwhelming torrents! This purifying shower accelerated the decay of lingering traces exponentially – all remnants dissolving instantaneously within the cleansing radiance. The intense light penetrated even terrestrial surfaces below. Hiding amid the fractured reality? A significantly weakened Fire Element Evil God exposed like prey under noon sunshine!

So this depicted typical Spellcaster combat strategy? Utter fiction. His tactics boiled down entirely towards leveraging monumental Mana reserves enabling brute-force bombardment! Observing Zheng Yichen’s direct application methodology? Moser surrendered further attempts at commentary. Recognizing Zheng Yichen’s Magical Grimoire instilled sheer hopelessness: That tome unmistakably was Bona Kaine’s Magic Book – an exceptionally versatile artifact!

It contained the vast majority of recorded spells across all domains. Paired uniquely alongside the Dragon Clan’s prodigious aptitude for sorcery combined with almost infinite reservoirs of Mana? It constituted blatant cheating during engagements! Particularly under present circumstances – concerns regarding elemental weaknesses became irrelevant! He simply referenced any essential spell within its pages. Zheng Yichen focused solely upon Mana expenditure… channeling the spell like a countdown bar until completion.