Chapter 77: Chapter 77 Mad Wizard
“The one trying to kill ?” the man in black suddenly spoke with a venomous tone.
“Wizard Apprentice of the Wizard Academy?”
Richard didn’t answer; his figure abruptly transford into a giant covered in black scales, and his great sword burst into fierce black flas.
Then… Boom!
With a whooshing sound of swinging winds, the great sword smashed the man in black into the walls of the hall.
At the sa ti, the Civil Protection Team on the ground also sprang into action.
Under the arrangents of City Lord Spencer, the entire Civil Protection Team of Gael City had been summoned here. These robust soldiers, many of whom were knights and skilled in combat, had only one duty in this battle: to evacuate the civilians.
“Dammit!”
Rage-filled roars ca from within the walls as a blood-red figure burst forth with such speed that the human eye could hardly follow.
But Richard, not even looking, swung his sword backward.
Boom!
Just like that, a mad wizard?
Richard scoffed internally as three fireballs suddenly appeared beside him.
The spell models of these fireballs had been modified by Ali, and each had an energy level of fifty. At this mont, the three fireballs targeted the Cult leader simultaneously and shot towards him.
Boom!
Richard turned back towards the congregation in the hall and then pulled out a Recording Crystal Ball.
“Leave this place at once.”
The brains of Cult believers were not generally good, and after his warning, probably few would listen. Recording it in advance would be useful to provide an explanation to the Academy when many ended up dead.
If they insisted on seeking death, how could he be blad?
As expected, after Richard’s warning, not a single believer in the hall moved, even though the Pastor’s mind control had ceased.
Richard shook his head; there was no use in persuading those seeking death.
He approached the man in black who, after being bombarded by three Fireball Techniques, was now barely recognizable as human. But it was unknown what kind of modifications this mad wizard had perford on himself, for even unconscious, his flesh continued to writhe, incessantly healing his wounds.
“Interesting.” Richard lifted the man out, and as the flesh writhed, the man in black’s appearance returned to normal.
A gasp went up from the congregation upon seeing his true face.
“Good heavens, how can it be Mr. Nicolo?”
Mr. Nicolo?
Richard took note of this address and imdiately used the Crystal to contact Spencer on the ground.
“Spencer, do you know soone nad Nicolo?”
“Nicolo?” The voice that ca from the Crystal was full of surprise.
“Nicolo is the largest grain rchant in Gael City, sir, have you seen him inside?”
A grain rchant?
A twinge of unease flitted through Richard’s mind.
“Is he a graduated Wizard?” Richard imdiately asked.
“How could that be, sir. Although Nicolo has a hobby of studying witchcraft, he is absolutely a mortal,”
Spencer’s answer sent a shock through Richard’s heart. If Nicolo was a grain rchant, where did his spiritual power co from?
Awakening spiritual power required ditation, and training spiritual power needed a long ti.
Gael City had so Basic ditation thods, Richard could believe, but relying on Basic ditation thods, one could ditate for a lifeti and still not reach the level of an Advanced Apprentice.
“No, this is a trap!”
A mont of realization dawned on Richard, and he imdiately tried to leave the underground hall.
But by then it was already a bit too late.
A crimson light erupted from the altar at the center of the hall, enveloping it in an instant.
Beneath this cover of crimson light, the skin of the believers began to ooze blood, which fell to the ground, forming a stream, and within the hall, drew an eerie Array.
The believers did not wail or show pain, they knelt in the bloodlight, loudly praising the blessing of the blood-red Lord.
But Richard was feeling quite unwell now.
He could feel his cells trembling, an eerie energy stimulating them to detach from his body.
Richard had no ti to think further, as several fireballs appeared in front of him, heading straight for the altar at the center of the hall. anwhile, he turned and ran outside.
With a “boom,” the fireballs exploded, and the spreading flas instantly enveloped the altar, blasting several nearby believers into pieces.
When the flas dissipated, the altar remained untouched—a blood barrier had stopped all their power.
Before Richard’s pupils could constrict, ready to attack again, he saw a person stand up from among the believers and point a finger at him.
Snap, snap, snap.
Three crackling sounds rang beside Richard’s ears, the sound of his ntal barrier shattering.
In an instant, his brain felt as if it had been stabbed by dozens of red-hot iron spikes, causing severe pain that left his mind blank.
“Mad Wizard!” Richard yelled, clutching his head.
“You’re not dead?” The Mad Wizard was sowhat surprised.
Most Advanced Apprentices wouldn’t survive his strike.
But no matter, if he wasn’t dead, just finish him with another blow.
With that thought, the Mad Wizard’s magic power surged, preparing for another strike.
Bang!
The Mad Wizard stared dumbfounded at the position of his right arm, which was now only a mist of blood.
“Ugh!”
The Mad Wizard grunted, his face turned pale, and blood flowed continuously from his eyes, mouth, and nose. The intense pain instantly disrupted his attention, and the spell he was forming failed.
The spell backlash hit him imdiately.
He probably couldn’t use spells for a short ti now.
He pulled a Fine Steel Magic Wand, half a person tall, from his Magic Pocket, and the flesh at the wound of his right arm twisted until a new arm grew out in monts. He turned to look at Richard and saw that Richard was holding a strange piece of Magic Equipnt that resembled so kind of alien crossbow.
“Darn, missed,” Richard said, enduring the headache as he put the Magic Gun back into his pocket. This thing could only surprise and kill; if it didn’t finish the job with one shot, it was hard to achieve anything.
At that mont, Richard didn’t dare to use spells recklessly either.
The damage from the psychic attack wasn’t easy to remove, the severe pain ca from the soul, and even Concentration Potions wouldn’t make him immune.
Under the bloodlight, the two Wizard Apprentices stared at each other from a distance.
The next mont, their figures collided with each other, erupting waves of air.
With the Mad Wizard present, Richard certainly couldn’t leave easily. The sacrifice ritual seed eerily abnormal, and if left to continue, who knew what chaos it might cause.
Moreover, Richard had an inkling that this blood-red deity might not be a fabrication of the Mad Wizard’s.
This so-called divine being might truly exist.
If the ritual kept going, there was fear that the being might indeed descend.
Richard knew that the Wizard World definitely had its own counterasures for such events, but even if that being descended for just a second, Richard would be dead.
Perhaps the descent of such a being was only a minor loss to the Wizard World, they might even gain a bit from it.
But Richard had no desire to be the sacrificial price for that.
In the bloody light, Richard transford into the Black-Scaled Giant, his body bristling with muscles, each movent carrying the force of ten thousand pounds. The Mad Wizard, although employing spells from the Mind School, now had physical strength that nearly matched Richard, an apprentice who had refined his physique.
Muffled booms continuously resonated inside the hall, two near non-human creatures—one wielding a Magic Wand, the other swinging a Great Sword—attacking each other’s vital points with every move.
But, in the end, the Mad Wizard wasn’t one who specialized in physique, and Richard gradually gained the upper hand in the fight. Once the Mad Wizard revealed a flaw, Richard let out a ferocious smile, and his arm muscles suddenly swelled.
Boom!
A burst of blood broke out from the Mad Wizard’s chest, a powerful force penetrating and blasting an almost translucent hole.
“It’s over,” Richard said coldly, ready to strike off the Mad Wizard’s head with his sword.
“Indeed, it’s over.”
The Mad Wizard revealed a mocking smile, and behind him, a space rift suddenly opened above the altar, revealing a blood-red eye.
“My lord is about to descend!”
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