After Herag transford into a giant clad in dark gold armor, Asir reacted quickly.
He had long been dissatisfied with Herag and had always wanted to take him down with a single strike.
Now that Herag had taken the initiative, Asir wanted to use the opportunity to make his move.
Standing behind Herag, Asir’s skin turned crimson instantly, and his eyes transford into vertical pupils.
The aura of the Abyss Plane on Asir beca extrely intense, making him seem like a demon from the Abyss Plane.
The muscles on his body swelled, increasing his size significantly, though he still appeared as small as a chick compared to Herag.
Asir moved swiftly, his right hand morphed rapidly into a spike, losing all semblance of a human arm.
He thrust his spiked right hand towards the back of Herag’s neck, planning a stealthy attack while Herag wasn’t on guard.
Once Asir entered this state, his power would surge dramatically. Especially with his right hand transford into a spike, he could easily pierce through thick tal plates.
The dark gold armor on Herag looked thin, and Asir was confident he could puncture it.
Fixing his gaze on Herag, Asir watched as the spike was about to hit when Herag vanished.
Asir was montarily stunned, then a strong sense of danger welled up inside him.
He sensed soone behind him.
Just as Asir was about to flash away, a massive hand clasped his neck.
The giant hand seed to exert only a casual force, yet Asir’s neck cracked with the sound of shattering bones.
Herag had been using Shenlan’s environntal detection the whole ti, so how could he not notice Asir’s little tricks?
Moreover, with his current sensory abilities, he would have detected Asir’s assault even without Shenlan’s environntal alerts.
In a flash, he was behind Asir and reached out to grip Asir’s neck.
With just a slight squeeze, Herag crushed Asir’s neck.
Despite his neck being crushed, Asir was still alive, showing no signs of a lethal blow.
He still had the strength to extend his spiked right hand to stab at Herag’s arm, as if trying to break free from Herag’s grasp.
Herag used his free left hand to grab the spike, then yanked hard, tearing off Asir’s right hand, leading to a spray of blood.
Asir let out a muffled groan, his expression filled with agony, clearly enduring imnse pain.
At the severed arm, tendrils of flesh shot towards Herag’s arm.
These tendrils clashed with Herag’s dark gold armor, producing tallic tapping sounds, but utterly failing to breach its defense.
Herag swung his arm around, flinging Asir like a ragdoll, then slamd him violently into the ground.
What followed was a relentless barrage of attacks, turning Asir’s body into a pulp, leaving only a bloodied ss on the ground.
It all happened in an instant.
A centipede-like red insect wriggled beneath the carnage, rapidly attempting to flee the courtyard.
Such small movents did not escape Herag’s detection.
He stomped down, directly crushing the tiny demon, its fluids spreading everywhere.
Herag suspected that Asir’s power must have originated from this centipede.
Since these tiny demons were inherently weak, they wouldn’t face much resistance entering the Wizard Plane.
But when such demons rged with an Abyssal Cultist, they could significantly enhance the cultist’s power quickly.
This state of obtaining power through Abyss Plane demons was typically called a Demonized State by the wizards of the Land of Dawn.
Once in a Demonized State, one is dood to live as neither human nor ghost for the rest of their life.
The Abyssal Cultist and the demon enter a parasitic state, dependent on each other.
Just a mont ago, Asir appeared dead, turned into a pulp.
But as long as that centipede could escape, Asir wasn’t truly dead and had a chance to rebuild his body and resurrect.
This is why many willingly beco Abyssal Cultists.
They yearn for power, for prolonged existence, even if it ans living in symbiosis with a demon.
Originally, Asir was rely at the Third Class Wizard Apprentice level. Upon entering the Demonized State, his power rose to the Level 1 Official Wizard level.
This rapid thod of power enhancent is an irresistible temptation for those who have lost hope of advancent.
At the sa ti, it’s also a way for so to quickly mass-produce subordinates.
This thod skips the training process for subordinates, allowing them to quickly gain power and beco imdiately useful.
Once Herag crushed the centipede, Asir was truly dead.
He turned to look at Franz, suspecting that this old man controlled many subordinates using this thod.
Herag recalled seeing that most people he saw when entering the slums had so Abyss Plane aura.
Perhaps each of these individuals had similar insects within, all under Franz’s control.
If that were true, the power this old man could command was indeed overwhelming.
It was no wonder that even knowing Franz was up to sothing, Serlandir’s side had made no move against him.
Franz looked at Herag with shock.
He couldn’t believe how this young man dared to act so boldly, completely ignoring any rules.
Herag’s strength also exceeded his expectations; Asir didn’t even last a second before being pumled into a pulp, without the slightest chance to resist.
Seeing Herag turn towards him, Franz felt imnse pressure and imdiately turned to flee.
But Herag wouldn’t let him go, appearing before Franz in an instant and delivering a slap that whipped up a fierce gale.
Franz was as fragile as a piece of paper, his head flying off instantly.
Herag reached out, grabbing the head.
"Is he really dead so easily?" Herag doubted, thinking if Franz died this easily, there must be sothing wrong.
After Franz’s headless body fell, it appeared silent, with only blood spreading across the ground.
But Herag keenly sensed countless tiny mosquitoes drifting from Franz’s body, trying to escape in all directions.
Herag understood that the demon within Franz was a demon colony.
As long as one mosquito survived and escaped, Franz could remain alive.
A typical wizard might not even notice these mosquitoes, let alone ensure each one was killed.
Thanks to his ability to sense the Abyss Plane aura, these mosquitoes were very apparent to Herag, easy to spot.
Perhaps Serlandir had also tried to deal with Franz, but every ti after killing him, Franz would co back as good as new after so ti.
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