Witch, Fireball and Steam Evil God

Chapter 75: Bazatos's Followers

Ethan doesn't like fighting with others. This is a habit he developed in the twenty years before he traveled through time. In the peaceful and prosperous times before he traveled through time, fighting was a skill that was basically not used in daily life. He has seen too many people fighting with each other and then being taken to the police station together.

For modern people, fighting is a distant and ethereal word.

And now, he was about to start the first real battle in his life as an elemental shaper.

If he had to fight, he would rather have an overwhelming victory without any suspense. He believed that his life did not need such ups and downs experiences in desperate situations.

The man in black armor was a little surprised by his arrival, but he quickly guessed his identity. "From the Containment Bureau? A-level investigator?"

There was a hint of relief in the vicissitudes of life voice.

The man exerted a little force with his right hand and pulled the huge sword that was as high as his chest out of the ground. The sharp blade was bathed in a bloody glow, and a shrill whine echoed in the air from time to time. He turned around, and what came into Ethan's eyes was a heroic face carved like a knife, with a hideous scar extending from the left side of his face to the right side, across his nose.

This was the mark of glory left behind in countless battles, but his eyes had become cloudy, somewhat similar to those of the gardeners. Only by careful observation could one see the gray eyes that were almost the same color as the eyeballs, and were far from being as sharp as an eagle as described in the novel.

"But if you read my message carefully, you should know not to come here. That is my last advice to you."

The man held the huge sword in one hand and pointed the blade at Ethan.

Just this simple action at this moment caused the earth to tremble. The roots on Ethan's side grew rapidly, and the thorns covered with barbs blocked the way back.

It seems that this is the final ending of "Jacqueville the Lightbringer".

The once glorious knight of the Kingdom Army, the founder of the Internment Bureau, put on black armor infected by the curse, and the long sword that symbolized the glory of the empire became the butcher knife of the evil god to reap souls.

Suddenly, Jacques Wille laughed out loud. It was a laugh from the bottom of his heart, as if he recalled the few good things that happened to him. "But how can you listen to advice? Even if you know where this road will lead, you will move forward like a moth to a flame, until your body is torn apart and your soul is twisted!"

Ethan knew that Jacques was stating his past.

Compared to a knight, his image in the novel is more like an adventurer. After escaping from the depth 3 level, everyone persuaded him not to go to the contaminated area again. Even the king at that time issued a ban to him, but he disobeyed the ban at the risk of breaking his oath, and broke into the contaminated area without hesitation one night, and then, as expected, he never showed up again.

Knight Jacquell, Investigator Jacquell, and now Jacquell, a follower of Bazatos.

"But the fact that you are here speaks volumes. As a reward, feel free to ask me any questions I may have. I will answer your questions as best I can and then personally send you off!"

Before reaching the third level, Ethan did have some doubts, but at this moment, he clearly saw the flow of energy, and the energy converging towards the white flowers was enough to explain everything.

This is a sacrificial ceremony that utilizes the souls of all the residents of Riverside Town. The ceremony extracts energy from those twisted souls to nourish the white flowers.

The late Mr. Marshall mentioned that Isean was gifted and a natural magician.

However, she was too young and far from being a great magician, but in the eyes of the evil god's followers, she was undoubtedly an excellent vessel.

Miss Becky was not the ultimate beneficiary of the sacrifice ceremony. The energy extracted from her soul was continuously absorbed by the giant sword in Jacquewill's hand, and then merged into one with him. As a knight who was awarded the fourth-level medal before his disappearance, this was to allow him to cross the final boundary.

The fallen saint is like an evil god spreading disaster to the world.

This is what people say.

Ethan understood everything without further explanation.

If I have to ask anything else...

"are you ready?"

The unexpected question made Jacques Weil freeze in his tracks. He hesitated for a moment and asked, "What are you ready for?" "It's time to start."

His surprise suddenly turned into wild laughter. He raised his sword with both hands and shouted, "Then it will be as you wish!"

His eyes were locked on Ethan. With just a thought, the sword could chop off his head - this was originally prepared for the Knight Commander of the Empire, but she never expected that someone had arrived here before her.

It would be a quick, painless death.

Jacques Will tapped the ground with his toes, and his body turned into a residual image. But almost at the same time, he flew backwards in the opposite direction at a faster speed. The violent collision made him feel pain for the first time in a long time. He then realized that an ice wall had appeared between him and Ethan at some point, and the sword blade infused with the evil god's curse could not even cross the ice wall.

He subconsciously looked at the giant sword. A thin layer of ice covered the eyeball on the blade, which temporarily cut off the energy supply.

Then, Jacquewill's attention was attracted by the golden fireflies floating in the air. The moment he thought of dodging, the violent explosion blew him away again. Even with the armor as protection, he still had several torn wounds on his body.

He saw blood gushing out, and before the blood-colored energy repaired the wound, a more intense stinging sensation emerged.

Another kind of energy flowed in his body. It became sharp and pierced his flesh easily. The blood flowing in his body betrayed him, and even the black armor was pierced with dense holes. In the blink of an eye, he was fixed in place by the bright red barbs.

Elemental Shaper.

But he was very different from the elemental shaper that Jacquewill knew. He looked at Ethan with a somewhat blurred vision.

Why can this elemental shaper skip the process of chanting spells?
You know, the more powerful the spell, the more complicated it is. The elementalist needs to concentrate fully, and any small mistake may make the spell ineffective. For this reason, the kingdom's army must appoint a guard to cover the elementalist's casting on the battlefield.

But fortunately, his attack was effective.

No matter how powerful an elemental shaper is, he cannot escape the weak flesh. Once the attack hits, the battle is over.

He saw two barbed roots piercing Ethan's chest from behind. It seemed that he was too focused on attacking him and ignored the danger behind him.

Jacqueville felt a little relieved.

Fortunately, this is the third level of the pollution zone, and fortunately he nourished this white flower with his soul.

Next, he only needs to wait for the spell of elemental shaping to wear off, and Bazatos' blessing will heal his body. This is his "holy land", and no matter how serious the trauma is, the god who controls death will give him new life.

But soon, Jacqueville noticed something unusual.

The body pierced by thorns did not fall forward as he expected, and no blood flowed from his shocking wounds. Ethan was still standing. Jacquewill saw the heart-pounding golden light continuously emerging from the other's chest.

He saw that Ethan's eyes were also covered with golden light.

This made Jacques Wille realize belatedly the significance of the other party nailing him to the spot with ice spikes. He immediately thought of the sinners nailed to the pillars for trial, and subconsciously looked up at the sky.

The sky was still shrouded in blood mist, but behind the blood mist, he could no longer feel at ease.

This gave Jacqueville a terrible guess.

Ethan's target of the spell was not him, but the existence above the blood mist.

Something was gathering above the clouds until it tore a hole in the blood mist.

The golden light shone on him.

(End of this chapter)