Transmigrating to the World of Thaumaturgy was the Start of Everything Chapter 11: Holy Flame

General Genevieve was surprised by the strength displayed by Drakas’s minions. There weren’t many, but they proved difficult to dispatch due to their unique disposition. They appeared ethereal, could phase through physical attacks, and were immune to energy-based attacks.

—They were wraiths.

While General Genevieve and her contracted beast were preoccupied with the wraiths, Drakas had already relived all the grueso experiences of his projected self, his body drenched in sweat. The dreadful experience nearly smothered his brain as he panted heavily, wondering if what he experienced was a ntal attack by the hidden enemy.

Despite the experience having already ended, Drakas was still detached from reality. He lay facing the sky, his blurry gaze capturing the silhouettes of Genevieve and her contracted beasts engaging with his last-ditch attack, the strongest minions, prepared for the event that his ritual failed to subdue his enemies.

With great struggle, Drakas managed to awaken from the shock and regain his sanity, but fear still lingered in his mind as he recalled what he had endured at the hands of his experintal subject turned God in his ntal World. He looked around frantically to see if the subject was nearby, then heaved a sigh of relief when he confird he wasn’t around.

Drakas then turned to see Genevieve’s retreating figure when confronted with one of his minions’ attacks. Witnessing her struggle, Drakas sneered, his heart full of resentnt toward Genevieve. He would love to activate his ritual to finish her off for good, but unfortunately, that wasn’t possible.

It was at this mont that Drakas heard a noise behind him. It was coming from where his cabin once stood. He was not far from the destruction site, where his cabin once stood.

Earlier, he had speculated that there was a hidden enemy who was responsible for the ntal attack on him, but based on the dreadful mories he received, that now seed unlikely. The true source of the ntal attack was very likely his experintal subject, whom he had knocked unconscious earlier.

Before engaging with Genevieve, he had confird that the subject was unconscious with a weak, almost undetectable pulse. From his observations, if nothing was done within the next hour, the subject could die at any ti. Additionally, he should be unconscious in the mortuary building, a considerable distance away from the mining and residential areas.

Despite recognizing this truth, Drakas still believed the ntal attack was most likely his experintal subject’s doing, likely placed on him during their brief exchange earlier when he bashed the subject’s head with the club, and only took effect during his exchange with Genevieve. Although Drakas didn’t know how his experintal subject had inflicted him with such a dreadful ntal attack, he could only attribute it to so sort of ntal ability awakened by the subject following his resurrection.

Thinking of this possibility, Drakas felt that it was a pity that he didn’t have enough ti to transform him into a Dark Creature, believing this experintal subject had the potential to beco his strongest minion.

However...

If it wasn’t his experintal subject, then who was responsible for interrupting his ritual? Drakas beca alert and imdiately stood up, putting up his guard as he wondered about the identity of the hidden enemy.

Who could it be? Who are they affiliated with?

With great apprehension, Drakas intently stared at the ruins where his cabin stood. He hoped they weren’t affiliated with the Manera kingdom, though it seed unlikely.

Unexpectedly, a familiar figure crawled out of the underground stairway, pushing away the rubble gathered at the entrance. This debris had been caused by the exchange between Drakas and General Genevieve.

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Earlier...

Drakas had blown the thatched cottage to pieces, revealing the open stairway. But after Genevieve unleashed her destructive attacks against Drakas following the failure of his ritual’s activation, her catastrophic attacks had caused debris to spread around, blocking the entrance of the stairway to the underground, making it difficult for the weakened Elias to return to the surface.

After so effort, Elias managed to return to the surface, a faint smile at the corners of his lips, but he was imdiately surprised by the sudden turn of events. As far as his eye could see, he saw only destruction. Then, his gaze fell on a figure, his heart sinking.

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Present...

—The worst-case scenario had happened.

Drakas stood not far from him, visibly cautious, and the female warrior and her contracted beast were engaged in combat with illusory entities. Elias imdiately frowned at the sight of Drakas’s disheveled and battered state that matched his projected self when he was tornted in his ntal Landscape.

Has the ntal attack taken effect? Maybe it hasn’t yet.

Realizing that this was his only chance to get rid of Drakas, Elias smiled and slowly walked toward him, hoping the ntal attack would take effect at any point so he could take advantage of Drakas’s vulnerable mont to deal with him.

anwhile, Drakas’s eyes widened with each step Elias took toward him, his expression transforming from cautious to horrified.

"AHH—!"

A high-pitched scream pierced through the air. The scream ca from Drakas, his expression etched with fear as he realized that his experintal subject had been the hidden enemy all along.

Elias halted in his steps at Drakas’s sudden outburst. The next mont, a flicker of understanding flashed through his mind. He flashed a smile at Drakas with a casual expression. The reason for his happiness was simple.

— His ntal attack had successfully taken effect.

It worked even better than he had anticipated.

While Elias was happy about his plans bearing fruit, Drakas, who witnessed his smile, was chilled to the bone. Flashes of mories of his tornt scrolled through his mind. To Elias, his smile was from sheer excitent, but to Drakas, it was the smile of the devil, not human.

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anwhile, General Genevievel witnessed the bizarre occurrence on the ground. She noticed that the mont Drakas laid eyes on the new entrant, he beca visibly terrified.

"Was he the one who sabotaged Drakas’s ritual?"

She wondered aloud, her gaze scrutinizing the newcor with caution.

—She didn’t recognize him.

General Genevieve was distracted for a mont, causing one of the wraiths’ attacks to land on her. Though she was undamaged, she beca enraged, deciding to take things seriously.

Although she was curious about what had been happening to Drakas and wanted to know the identity of the person able to cause a ruthless person like him to beco so terrified, she had to eliminate Drakas’s pests first.

From her exchanges with the wraiths, it was evident they were invulnerable to normal attacks. Realizing this truth, General Genevieve’s eyes flashed with a golden glint as her fla gained a tinge of golden hue. Her fla acquired a new attribute as golden patterns manifested around the crimson-colored Thaumaturge Sigil on the back of her hand, as if blessing it with divine power.

Her crimson fla had now beco fla imbued with a holy attribute, giving birth to a Holy Fla. With this Holy Fla, Genevieve easily apprehended the dark creatures, her holy flas reducing them to nothing.

As for why she hadn’t used her Holy Flas earlier, it was because she had been saving her energy to defeat Drakas, as it was hard to defeat a Dark Thaumaturgist with regular attacks, similar to the wraiths she had just vanquished.

Killing a Dark Thaumaturgist often resulted in the birth of an Evil Spirit due to their resentful and corrupted soul. Many avoided killing them without proper preparations to counter the birth of an Evil Spirit. In short, although it was hard to defeat Dark Thaumaturgists, Holy Fla was the weakness of both Dark Thaumaturgists and Evil Spirits.