Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 259 Kneeling and Worship

Could this blank-faced guy be some kind of apprentice on the path of a sorcerer? Ruger thought to himself.

He noticed that the horns on his head seemed longer, his hands were wider, and his fingertips were sharper. With a swing of his arm, he powerfully swept away the two hazy figures blocking his way. The strength of a bull combined with the body of a demon was fully utilized on the dragonborn kobold's body. After the hair removal spell, the Lesser Sharpness spell, which had been activated, was also completed. Ruger was somewhat impressed with his own concentration. The claws, enhanced with the Lesser Sharpness spell, pierced through the chest, and the momentum carried him directly above his head.

"what!"

The man with the fake smile and blank face shouted.

Ruger suddenly added a foul-smelling skin.

The blank-faced man continued to scream in pain, his intense malice unlike anything Luger had ever seen.

At the same time, he also discovered something: the blank-faced man had lost consciousness, and it wasn't him shouting! It seemed to be a setup left in advance.

Ruger's large hand, flashing with Lesser Sharpness, had already ripped open the jaw of the smirking, dumb-faced man, and then went straight for the top of his head; it all happened in an instant.

"what--"

All the hazy figures looked up and cried out.

The cry wasn't shrill, but it was enough to tear at the soul, giving one a strange sense of unease, like something stuck in one's throat, yet one was desperately trying to expel it, continuously, as if there was no end to the breath.

Ruger felt that in that instant, his fingertips had broken through bone and layers of flesh and touched the other person's brain.

A dozen or so hazy figures suddenly twisted and contorted amidst the shouts, engulfing the mind and the hypocritical body so close at hand, and shot off into the distance like a beautiful rosy cloud.

Luger flapped its wings, swooped down, and landed behind the glowing sunset.

Within the mental space, the spell model of the Lightness Technique began to be activated.

Ruger used both hands and feet, flapping his wings to increase his speed by another ten percent, occasionally skimming over treetops or branches, and turning sharply by stepping on boulders.

Hanging tightly behind the glow of the sunset.

The Lightness Technique has been fully activated, increasing speed by another ten percent.

The foul-smelling skin was constantly covered.

The painful cries in the rosy light never ceased; beneath the beautiful exterior lay ugliness.

Ruger was more focused than ever before. His body, which had grown dramatically under the enhancement of magic, made the smile that unconsciously curled at the corner of his mouth look more sinister, like a villain toying with his target, or rather, a demon.

They chased each other all the way, and had run an unknown distance.

Bang! The rays of sunlight crashed to the ground!

The man with the fake smile and blank expression stared intently at Luger, who had also landed on the ground with a wicked grin.

As the sunset faded, the glow dispersed, transforming back into those hazy figures. Now, at a glance, there were only about seventeen or eighteen of them, some of which were still glowing with the sunset, as if they were burning with strange flames.

At this moment, the man with the fake smile and blank face returned to his original calm demeanor, and all the pale yellow light converged, finally focusing on his forehead.

Looking at it, it was as if a door had opened on his forehead, or rather, a strange eye, with circular spirals nested within square spirals, forming a pupil-like shape, still emitting a pale yellow light.

The man with the fake smile and blank expression suddenly raised his hands in front of Luger.

Ruger even thought he was going to kneel down and surrender.

But that action seemed to transform into an embrace of emptiness.

He raised his hands high, spread them to the sides, and stared intently at Ruger.

"Worship!"

He shouted loudly.

In an instant, golden light shone brightly! Luger had made no attempt to conceal himself and continued to cover him. The hazy figures also began to burn rapidly. At the same time, as the man raised his hands as if embracing the void, they also knelt down around the man and began to shout indistinct words.

In the gradually expanding golden light, Ruger saw a golden palace, which reminded him of the legendary lost palace of an emperor in the novel he bought for Aiskin and the others.

But for a moment, Ruger dismissed the idea. The palace was simpler, so simple that it didn't seem habitable. Instead, it was magnificent to the extreme, with exquisite detail and beauty even in some unimportant places.

Inside the palace, there were also some hazy figures kneeling on the ground, chanting incessantly, but they did not look as solid as those outside, as if a gust of wind could blow them away.

The dazzling golden palace suddenly loomed large before Luger's eyes.

That strange feeling was like a mountain suddenly moving and crashing into him.

"The believer burns, drawing upon the purest power of faith," the man with the fake smile and blank face said softly. "You cannot resist it. Remember, I am not using it to punish you, but to lovingly guide you onto the path of redemption. Lift your steps and enter the temple of faith, eternal sinner, there lies your final resting place..."

Luger felt a jolt in his mental space.

This so-called "entering the palace" was not actually letting him go inside; it seemed to be drawing his spiritual energy into the space. Luger didn't quite understand; it might even involve the soul level.

However, Luger's mental space was extremely stable, and the Silent Seal began to operate spontaneously, just like in his usual meditation. The five demonic marks revealed a fierce aura, like five claw marks that fixed the mental space.

The so-called temple of faith, bathed in golden light, was displayed in immense grandeur before Luger.

He could now clearly see the exact number and posture of the kneeling people, all of whom were turning their heads to stare at him.

From the dazzling golden light to the palace suddenly appearing larger before our eyes, everything happened in an instant.

When the palace magnified to a certain extent before him, it seemed to break through a certain boundary. The kneeling figures all revealed the same expression as the man with the fake smile, seemingly adhering to the malicious smile of the man with the fake smile and blank face. Suddenly, including the golden palace, those figures who turned around actually burst into flames under the influence of the stench of the skin.

"what--"

The man covered his head, and the golden light flashed and then disappeared.

The magnificent palace has also vanished without a trace.

The golden light in the center of the man's forehead, like the pupil of an eye, flickered like a candle flame about to go out.

The hazy figures around him quickly burst into flames, and in the blink of an eye, only three remained, and they continued to burn, the radiant glow of the flames drifting toward him.

Ruger slowly walked to his side, watched all this, curled his lip, and reached out to pierce through his skull.

The rosy light surged, seemingly without a destination, slowly dissipating in mid-air in this nightmare world.

Luger raised his hand, accompanied by a crisp sound.

The man's body, with only half a head remaining, slowly fell down. Interestingly, the lower half of his face still had a smiling expression. If you covered the upper half with your hand and only looked at the area below the nose, most people would think it was a friendly smile.

As the man died, the remaining hazy figure began to dissipate.

Until the last one, who was already on the verge of collapse, stopped after a little of the collapse had subsided, and stood there blankly.

Ruger stepped forward and ran his hand over it, making it slightly less noticeable and even more indistinct, but the last bit of it never disappeared, maintaining its basic shape.

Ruger suddenly found it amusing and touched his chin.

This may be the reason for the Nightmare World. Perhaps because of their reckless behavior here, after being nurtured by the power of the Nightmare World, another strange Nightmare creation will be created, or perhaps, after an unknown period of time, a troublesome and strange Nightmare Demon will be born.

Luger glanced at it one last time, then turned and left.

This wizard apprentice, for some reason, also didn't bring a storage bag.

As Ruger walked, he pondered. The chase had unknowingly taken him quite a distance, and he seemed to have performed a bit beyond his usual ability. By the time he strolled back, Leiden might already be awake, and they could discuss planting the Dream Tree. Thinking this, a wave of weariness washed over him.

(End of this chapter)