Chapter 485
Ambush and Mutation
Chapter 485 Ambush and Mutation
The battle erupted completely in the blink of an eye.
Two wizards from Norren Workshop and two enemy level-five wizards engaged in a fierce battle above this newly formed lava basin.
The male wizard specializes in the laws of water element. With a wave of his hand, he summons dozens of water snakes, each containing terrifying impact and corrosiveness, which pounce on the Chaos Mystic Wizard from different angles.
Female wizards are skilled in runes and barriers. They constantly throw out various pre-made rune items, setting up layers of restrictive, disruptive, and weakening barriers in the air, while providing protection and blessings for their companions.
While their opponents, the wizards of the Chaos Cult, were severely injured, their fighting style was extremely bizarre.
He rarely used direct offensive witchcraft, but instead constantly unleashed various curses, illusions, and mental interference spells.
Whenever a water snake is about to hit him, the air around his body distorts, and the snake inexplicably deflects or simply disintegrates.
Various binding barriers often inexplicably miss their targets.
What's more troublesome is that the lava ground beneath his feet would suddenly explode from time to time, spewing out tendrils made of magma that seemed to have life on them, trying to entangle the Norn Workshop wizard in the air.
The wizards of the Tower of Annihilation are a completely different style.
Simple, crude, and direct.
He condensed a ball of energy in each of his palms; his left hand emitted pure, blazing white light, while his right hand emanated profound darkness.
He forcibly compressed two completely opposite energies together and then blasted them out in the form of beams, shockwaves, and energy balls.
Each attack carries the terrifying attribute of "annihilation," capable of erasing all matter and energy it comes into contact with at the level of existence.
Four level-five wizards, mingled together, clashed fiercely in the air.
The sounds of colliding energies, the shrieks of conflicting laws, and the chants of sorcery echoed across the wasteland.
Overall, the two wizards from Norren Workshop have a clear advantage.
The wizard of the Chaos Cult was seriously injured and moved slowly. Each time he cast a spell, it would trigger a violent cough, and he would even cough up black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.
His defenses were getting weaker and weaker, and he was almost hit in vital areas by the water snakes several times.
The wizards in the Tower of Annihilation were in slightly better condition, but they were still being bothered by the female wizards' barrier tactics.
Although his attacks are powerful, each one requires a short charging time, which is enough for the female wizard to set up three or more layers of interference barriers, greatly reducing the effectiveness of his attacks.
At this rate, the wizards of the Chaos Cult will be the first to give out in three minutes at most.
Once he falls, in a two-on-one situation, the wizard of the Tower of Annihilation won't be able to hold out for long.
"Quick! Give it your all! He's dying!"
The male wizard shouted to his companions as he manipulated the water snake to launch an even more ferocious attack.
The female wizard nodded, her hands forming hand seals even faster, and more rune items flew out of her storage space.
However... at this very moment when the wizards of Norren Workshop held an extreme advantage.
The wizard of the Chaos Cult suddenly revealed an extremely chilling smile.
The male wizard who was facing him head-on felt a sudden jolt in his heart.
wrong!
It's a trap!
He almost instinctively became more alert, spreading his mental energy to the maximum to guard against a possible third enemy or the curse magic of the guy in front of him.
But he never expected that danger would come from beneath his feet.
To be precise, it came from the lava basin below, from the charred corpse of a colleague from the Norren Workshop that he had been ignoring all along.
puff.
A soft sound, like a sharp blade piercing flesh, rang out.
The male wizard's body stiffened abruptly.
He slowly lowered his head and looked at his chest.
A charred hand, reduced to bone and a few carbonized muscles, pierced through his chest from behind, its palm emerging from his chest, fingers spread, holding a still slightly beating heart in its hand.
That was... his heart.
"Uh……"
The male wizard opened his mouth, and blood gushed out.
He turned his head with difficulty to look behind him.
The half-charred corpse had somehow "stood up."
Although it had no legs, it supported itself on the ground with only its remaining chest cavity and one arm.
Inside the corpse's eye sockets, the two black beads were spinning wildly, emitting an eerie red light.
The corpse's mouth, the mouth torn to the ears, was now opening and closing, emitting a sound he knew very well...
That was the voice of a wizard from the Chaos Cult.
"I didn't expect... it would go so smoothly."
The voice was full of joy:
“You ‘gentlemen’ of the Norren Workshop are always so…easily fooled.”
The male wizard's pupils contracted violently.
Only now did he realize that this was a carefully designed trap from beginning to end.
The corpse was not the remains of a "tortured colleague" at all, but a "parasitic puppet" prepared in advance by the Chaos Cult wizard.
It was afflicted with a high-level mimicry curse and soul disguise, even mimicking the aura of death so perfectly that they were completely unaware of anything amiss.
In the battle just now, the seemingly clumsy evasions and defenses of the Chaos Mystic Wizard were actually a deliberate attempt to guide his movement, causing him to unknowingly retreat to the area above the corpses.
Even that chilling smile was bait.
Then, in the instant his attention was completely drawn to the enemy in front of him... the puppet suddenly sprang into action, delivering a fatal blow.
"Damn it!!!"
The female wizard on the other side also saw the tragic state of her companion and her eyes widened in horror.
She tried to rush to her aid, but the wizard of the Tower of Annihilation had anticipated her reaction and launched an even more ferocious attack with a sinister grin.
The grayish-white beams of annihilation rained down like a storm, pinning her to the spot, making it impossible for her to escape.
"Hehe...don't rush."
The voice of the Chaos Cult wizard continued to emanate from the puppet's mouth:
"It'll be your turn soon."
At that moment, a resolute glint flashed in the eyes of the male wizard whose chest had been pierced.
He knew he wasn't going to survive.
The destruction of the heart is hardly a serious injury for a level 5 wizard.
Even the cursed energy that remained in his body after piercing his chest was not a big problem for this wizard.
The problem is that since the other party has already set this trap, it means that there are many more traps waiting for him!
That being the case...
"run!"
With his last breath, he roared at the female wizard.
As soon as he finished speaking, his body began to deform.
Countless cracks appeared on the skin's surface, from which thick, sticky tentacles burst forth and flailing wildly in the air.
His head began to elongate, and his mouth split into four parts, revealing layers of sharp teeth inside.
The bones emitted a teeth-grinding, twisting sound, and its size expanded dozens of times in a short moment, turning into a terrifying mass of flesh that constantly wriggled and waved dozens of tentacles.
This is the "deep-sea behemoth" bloodline gene that he implanted into himself when he advanced to level five.
Once fully unleashed, they can gain terrifying power and vitality in a short period of time.
But the price is... the complete loss of human form, and it can only be maintained for a maximum of five minutes before the body's genes collapse and it dies.
Originally intended as a last resort, he used it without hesitation.
"Roar!!!"
The mass of flesh let out an inhuman roar, and dozens of tentacles lashed out like steel whips at the Chaos Cult wizard and the puppet, the terrifying force even creating a sonic boom.
The puppet was struck head-on by a tentacle and exploded into countless fragments.
The Chaos Mystic Wizard also grunted, being sent flying over a hundred meters away, crashing heavily onto the lava ground and leaving a long trench in its wake.
But even so...
"it's useless……"
The voice of the Chaos Cult wizard came from the other side of the lava pit.
He slowly got up, and although he had broken a few more bones, the smile on his face grew brighter and brighter.
"Did you think... I wouldn't be unprepared?"
He raised his only remaining right hand and snapped his fingers.
Snapped.
The crisp sound was particularly jarring on the battlefield.
next second...
hum.
Within a five-kilometer radius of the lava basin, countless dark red lines suddenly lit up on the ground.
The patterns spread and intertwined across the ground like blood vessels, eventually forming a huge, three-dimensional magic array that covered the entire area.
The moment the magic circle was activated, the space was locked.
No, it's not just space.
Even the flow of energy, the activity of laws, and even... "information transmission" were forcibly suppressed and isolated.
The female wizard's expression changed drastically.
She tried to contact the rear using communication magic, but the mental waves she sent sank without a trace, receiving no response.
When attempting spatial jumps, one finds oneself trapped like an insect in amber, where even movement becomes extremely difficult.
“This is… the ‘Prison of Pain’ ritual?!” she exclaimed.
“You guessed right.” The wizard from the Chaos Cult grinned. “I started making arrangements three days ago, just waiting for big fish like you to take the bait.”
As he spoke, he slowly walked towards the male wizard who had turned into a lump of flesh:
"Don't worry, this ritual can isolate all internal and external communication, block most spatial fluctuations, and continuously absorb the painful emotions of all living beings within range, transforming them into my power."
"You can't escape."
"Don't expect anyone to come to your rescue—this area has been completely 'hidden' by my ritual. From the outside, it looks like an ordinary wasteland, without any energy fluctuations or anything unusual."
"And inside this ceremony..."
He stopped ten meters in front of the lump of flesh and tilted his head:
"Among level five wizards... I am invincible."
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his right hand, and a chilling dark red energy began to condense in his palm.
Within that energy, it seemed as if countless painful, distorted faces were wailing and struggling.
Just as he was about to launch his final attack.
The mutation occurred again.
(Bonus chapter today, one more chapter to go.)
(End of this chapter)