“Do you still remember the damn Lorant? That old deer and that group of Druids? Oh right, Thousand Leaves Forest is also very restless. I heard the Wood Elves have a War Saint! This is a Domain that can be reached by High Elves.” Swift coldly scoffed, “To be honest, I don’t really see what that kid has besides good luck.”
“Chasing across planes and using two Dream Guardians to kill a kid who just became a Legend… Ambella, I really don’t understand!”
Ambella sneered, “You don’t understand? Oh, that’s right.”
“Two hundred years ago we were both Dream Guardians, and now I am the 1st Divine Servant while you are still a Guardian.”
Swift’s face reddened. The other Guardian apparently didn’t want to be brought into this and simply stood out of the way.
The rainbow was gradually dissipating. Ambella reiterated, “Marvin must die.”
“If you can complete this mission… Maybe… I’ll think of your previous request.”
Swift’s eyes shone. He wanted to say something in response, but Ambella had already disappeared.
She had a more important mission in Feinan.
“Don’t mind it too much. Ambella is actually worried about you underestimating the enemy,” the other Dream Guardian gently said as he approached.
“I know, Wayn!” Swift suddenly changed his attitude. His eyes turned amber as he gazed into the distance while muttering, “Regardless of who you are, death is the only outcome if you meet me in the Crimson Wasteland!”
Chapter 495: Trapper
Chapter 495: Trapper
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Leaves were falling quietly.
The dusty road seemed to have suffered greatly from the passage of time. Occasionally, a few shadows would flash by before frantically howling in anguish.
On the uneven ground, the dark green moss and deep red rocks hid countless dangers.
A Trapper was hiding behind a pile of rocks.
This Trapper, as was typical of his kind, was very patient.
Perhaps it was due to the Race’s innate restriction… They couldn’t move very fast.
The only threatening part was the bloody maw hidden under a rock.
A careless traveler would fall into the trap and end up in the Trapper’s mouth.
This insatiable lifeform wouldn’t let go of that opportunity. At that split second, it would spit out a very powerful acid that even Legend powerhouses wouldn’t be able to keep resisting. As for ordinary people, they would basically be corroded into tasty flesh in an instant and absorbed through the Trapper’s countless holes.
Naturally, most Legend powerhouses were very careful and wouldn’t fall for a Trapper’s ruse. Thus, these Trappers mostly fed on those ignorant shriveled Zombies.
But even the Trappers had to admit that Zombies tasted too bad and weren’t very nutritious.
The Withered Leaf Promenade’s Zombies were lifeforms in between Evil Spirits and the Undead. Even scholars were unable to get much of an idea about their origins, let alone the dumb Trappers.
This rather calm morning, it was only waiting for lunch.
A shadow appeared in the distance.
It was swaggering and from time to time, letting out some humanoid screams.
This pointed to the identity of the new arrival.
A pitiful shriveled Zombie.
It’s just that the Trapper was sick of eating them. But in order to fill its belly, it still had to keep hiding under the rocks.
In order to increase its concealment, it even added a skill to disguise itself. This was one of the few spells it could use. It was very difficult to deceive the most powerful opponents, but because of the unique characteristics of Trappers, few people were willing to provoke them.
Killing a Trapper was very troublesome and there were very few benefits of doing so.
Just as before, the shriveled Zombie shambled over.
The Trapper impatiently prepared to eat this lunch.
But at that time, a demonlike shadow appeared from the fog.
It pierced through the fog like lightning and beheaded the Zombie before it could react!
The shrivelled zombie was a lot weaker than the Abomination and couldn’t survive after being decapitated.
The Trapper was angry.
Its long-awaited lunch had been stolen.
It decided to take a closer look at this shadow.
Thus, it quietly moved its body that was merged with the earth and gradually approached the shadow.
It was common knowledge in the Crimson Wasteland that Trappers could control their bodies and lengthen them at will so that they could cover entire ravines.
If the shadow passed through that road, it would inevitably step on it.
The disguise skill that the Trapper strenuously used had a pretty good effect, so it was confident in its ability to swallow that human who had deprived it of its meal.
But next second, a sphere flickering with light was thrown over.
The Trapper had yet to react when red-hot flames burst all over its body!
Following the terrible heat, its body began to shrink painfully, and its vocal organs issued a howling sound wave.
But that human turned a blind eye to its suffering.
He blankly stared at the Trapper’s futile struggle before it was burnt to death.
‘Using a Sun Sphere to deal with Trappers is truly a waste of resources!’ Marvin shook his head, feeling the pain.
He endured the burnt smell and flipped over the Trapper’s corpse. Sure enough, there were only trash items.
Trappers’ bodies were very abnormal. Besides their preying abilities, they had digestive systems stronger than those of Dragons!
In many territories of the Abyss, many Demon Lords would raise some Trappers to dispose of trash. It showed how powerful their acidic abilities were.
In fact, if Marvin was interested, he could grab a few Trappers and gather the acid from their bodies.
Marvin had done similar quests in the game. This was a profound craft, dangerous, but very valuable.
Trapper acid with special enchantments could add a frightening corrosive curse to daggers. Even Legendary Armors could be corroded.
Unfortunately, Marvin didn’t have a lot of time on his hands right now.
He didn’t lack resources.
As the Overlord of what was considered the number one territory after the Great Calamity, Marvin naturally had far more resources than he did in his previous life.
In the game, items as valuable as Sun Spheres could only be used when clearing an important instance. It was the same even for the large guilds.
But for Marvin now, these items crafted by the Craftsman Tower’s artisans were only normal consumables.
In any case, most of the craftsmen of the Craftsman Tower were minimally affected by Chaos Magic Power due to their profession’s characteristics.
They made it through the initial disaster, but it would be very difficult to keep surviving on their own. So they had to cooperate.
And White River Valley was the best target. And for helping them, Marvin easily got some Sun Spheres.
Even so, using a Sun Sphere to deal with a Trapper was kind of a waste. If not because of time limitation, Marvin wouldn’t have used them so prodigally.
…
As noon approached, the Crimson Wasteland’s sky remained dusky. Fortunately, Legend powerhouses had quite accurate biological clocks so they didn’t have much of an issue judging time.
Marvin killed his way forward, eliminating a vast number of monsters on the Withered Leaf Promenade and obtained a huge amount of experience, but this was already practically worthless to him. It let him increase the level of his Battle Gunner class, but this wouldn’t have too much of an impact on his fighting strength.
The only thing he was happy about was that he didn’t meet many Trappers on the way, only three.
He mostly ran into Zombies and
Abominations.
It seemed like Balkh needed to pay a huge price to summon Trappers, or else he certainly would have summoned a lot more.
Checking his interface, he looked at his Spirit Orb ability which showed [196/200]. He could probably fill it completely by killing another lifeform with a rather good soul.
Marvin was very much looking forward to what kind of ability would appear at that time.
But he didn’t have time to think about it right now.
A valley came into view on the road ahead.
The valley Balkh was living in.
Chapter 496: Balkh
Chapter 496: Balkh
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The valley Balkh lived in was situated at a strategic location of the Withered Leaf Promenade.
Marvin couldn’t understand why a relative of a Demon Lord would come here, but since he had built an altar, it was very likely that he wanted to establish his own power here.
From what he knew, many sinister spells from the Abyss were linked to altars, needing the power from the altars to cast them.
Demon Wizards on an altar, especially Legend level ones, were even more terrifying than other Wizards holding an [Unlimited Magic Eye].
Marvin had assassinated a Demon Wizard in the past, but he had died three times before finally succeeding. It was due to the frightening amount of bonus abilities that the Wizard gained from the altar.
For example, an altar could let a Demon Wizard’s soul resurrect within it, basically granting powerful Demon Wizards the benefits of being a Lich.
Thus, altars were like a stronger version of Wizard Towers.
Constructing a Demon Wizard’s altar would take a long time, and when it was completed, it would create a huge disturbance.
Marvin didn’t know how it could stay hidden from Eisengel’s people, but this was enough to show how outstanding Balkh was.
Although it was a common understanding that Demons were crazy and chaotic, revering strength and disliking the idea of thinking things through, Marvin knew that this didn’t include the Wizards among them.
A rational person born from a chaotic group was even more frightening.
Marvin took a trip around the valley. The more he looked, the more apprehensive he became.
The entrance of the valley was filled with a fog of acid. Despite Marvin’s formidable resistance to various ailments and effects, a red rash still appeared on his skin.
If he hadn’t retreated quickly enough, the rash would have spread.
This wasn’t the only negative effect. Marvin had been checking his logs at the same time and found out that when he touched the fog, three afflictions appeared: [Plague (Rash), Perception Weaken (Slow mind), and Willpower Weaken (Drowsy)]
This was just for coming into contact with the fog for a few seconds. Who knew what other strange things would appear in this layer of fog?
Those two Ace Assassins who managed to sneak in really were experts.
Marvin became even more vigilant.
He originally thought that the two Ace Assassins didn’t live up to their name, but he now got rid of that thought.
Just the layer of fog was enough to trouble him, let alone the Demon behind the fog.
The other side had already known that he was coming and was calmly waiting for him to walk right into the trap.
Leaving the initiative to his opponents wasn’t Marvin’s style.
He thought for a moment before quickly disappearing from the valley’s entrance, turning toward the other side of the Withered Leaf Promenade.
…
In the quiet hidden valley, a strange light came out from the Abyss stones making up the altar.
A Cyclops’ arm was stuck in the altar’s surroundings, with an Abyss flag hanging from it.
That flag represented the will of that Abyss Lord and also had coordinates that could be used to recruit Demons as Balkh’s subordinates.
As for the Demon himself, he was now standing above an operation table outside the altar.
A blonde man with his chest opened up was resting on the table. His internal organs had been cleanly taken out.
But he was still alive and filled with fear. Due to his earlier yells, Balkh had cut apart his vocal cords.
“Don’t worry too much, you won’t die.”
The Demon held a needle and thread, using them to patiently suture the hole in the man’s chest.
“You should feel honored. As the 43rd experiment, you are already a finished product. Even if you will be forever loyal to the blood triangle flag, compared to your fellow compatriots, you are quite privileged.”
“Human bodies are too fragile, so I granted you a Demon’s heart and gave you a strong physical body while also allowing you to keep your Human reason. This will help increase your fighting abilities. I’ll soon have an army that will follow me to wipe out the Crimson Wasteland. I dislike fighting alongside a group of idiots that only cause slaughter and destruction. I need some smart Demons.”
“But this isn’t easy. I need your leadership and fighting abilities. I heard you were a general that was good at military warfare in your world?”
Balkh was talking to himself while the blonde man continued feeling terrified.
And as his fear slightly dulled, he gradually felt sorrowful.
His home plane had fallen to the Demons. It was a secondary plane and the most powerful person there was only level 16 due to the plane’s upper limit.
They didn’t have the strength to resist the waves of Demons.
Most people died on the spot, while the rest became captives.
He had once been a respected general, but had now sunk to being a mere prisoner. After changing hands multiple times, he ended up at the mercy of Balkh.
That lunatic wanted to turn him into a being of the Abyss while keeping his previous military abilities.
This wasn’t a simple matter. The power of Demons was chaos attributed, so most of the transformation following the corruption ritual would be followed by mental instability.
What Balkh wanted was to change this rule that had been considered set in stone.
In his eyes, this 43rd experiment was nearly perfect.
His body was very sturdy, which was necessary for him to be able to handle a Demon Spawn.
His willpower was resolute and thus wouldn’t easily suffer from the interference of chaos blood.
All that remained was the final step.
Balkh took a squirming Demon Spawn from a pool of blood beside him and forced it down the man’s throat!
The blonde man couldn’t resist at all.
The Demon Spawn quickly went down and entered his chest.
Because the organs had already been removed, the Demon Spawn could incubate in the cavity, and thanks to the influence of the Abyssal magic used by Balkh, the Human body’s rejection of the intrusion had been greatly suppressed.
He would most likely succeed this time!
Thinking of this, Balkh couldn’t help but feel rather moved.
Since he was born, he had always understood the biggest disadvantage of the Abyss.
These Demons had never been able to rule over the Universe despite their strength due to their wisdom, or rather the lack thereof.
Balkh felt that he was extremely outstanding and that his birth would inevitably lead the Abyss to prosperity.
But before that, he had to do something to make his father notice him.
And conquering the Crimson Wasteland was the starting point to conquering the Universe!
He silently watched the blonde man’s changes, his abdomen quickly moving in all directions while pain was visible on his face. It was clear that the Demon Spawn was swallowing everything within this shell.
But this wasn’t the outcome Balkh wanted to see.
He fiercely explained to the blonde man, “If you want to survive, kill the newly born mind within the Demon Spawn!”
“It is fighting yo
u over the control of this body. If you concede, your body will be occupied by a Demon!”
“You want to survive? You want to see your wife and daughter again?”
“If so, then do your best! Hahaha…” Balkh’s laughter echoed in the desolate valley.
But at that time, a light blue Dragon appeared next to him, and reported to him in Abyssal, “Master, that person is provoking us again.”
Chapter 497: Altar
Chapter 497: Altar
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At the entrance of the valley, a great amount of Devilish aura had been released.
Marvin had just used Shapeshift Sorcerer’s Shadow-shape and began wandering around the valley.
Nearby, he found the corpses of a few Trappers hanging on stakes.
A Trapper’s corpse looked like a nauseating mass of human skins, and they looked disgustingly sinister, hanging there from the stakes.
Marvin had decided to use Shadow-shape because it was naturally resistant to the fog’s afflictions, preventing any rash or corroding effect from appearing on his body.
And the Devilish aura was a true provocation.
Marvin’s body had an inheritance from Devils, so this kind of aura couldn’t be concealed from a powerful Demon.
It was common knowledge that Demons and Devils were arch-enemies!
Regardless of the place, once a Greater Demon and Greater Devil met, they would always fight to the death. Of course, the Demons would usually be violent and direct while the Devils would act crafty and sly.
Marvin purposefully leaked his own aura in order to attract Balkh’s attention.
Although he didn’t know what was happening in the valley, he kept having that bad feeling.
It was obviously not a smart move to enter the territory of a Demon Wizard.
He was trying to lure the snake out of its hole. If Balkh could be angered and provoked, it would be even better.
Unfortunately, after a fair amount of time passed, there was still no sign of activity in the valley.
Marvin couldn’t help but frown.
…
The terrifying experiments were still progressing near the altar.
Balkh coldly watched the struggling Human. The latter’s eyes were completely white and foam came out of his mouth as his whole body was constantly twitching.
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