Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 436 Knights and Charge

Before Luger could stop it, the Blood Curse Doll cried out and surged about, beginning to move in rhythm with the Life Warrior Mark. Then it plunged headfirst into the hourglasses, causing Luger to shrink even further and a wave of soreness and weakness to wash over him.

He knew he wasn't truly weak; his dragon bloodline had simply thinned. Having just advanced to the level of a wizard, he was still quite energetic, and besides, he was still considered a dragon-blooded kobold.

He looked down at his chest and decided not to stop the Blood Curse Doll anymore. He simply raised his hand and gently smoothed the slightly messy fur on its body.

The blood-red fur gradually returned to its original color, as if nothing had happened, but Ruger knew that it was brewing his hope for promotion next time, or the time after that.

The hourglass of impermanence, turning upside down to success, is just like the fate of people in the world.

Ruger wanted to spar with someone again, and suddenly thought of that guy Mahama. He figured that next time they met, he'd really surprise that big guy! Next time they met, he'd have to bow to Ruger.

The Blood Curse Doll was originally an extra aid in purifying bloodlines, but now it seems to have achieved even better results. It works in two ways and can also work together with other Hourglasses. So, if that's the case, cultivating the Blood Curse Doll in the future can be considered as indirectly enhancing the effect of the Hourglass of Impermanence.

Ruger assessed himself and didn't rush back to share his joy with the two dragonborn kobolds. He had just completed his advancement and hadn't fully adapted to the changes. Any unintentional fluctuations in his mental energy would cause pressure and discomfort to those around him.

Suddenly, the scruffy creature No. 1 ran up to him and bent its fur slightly.

Ruger looked at it and knew the fellow was bowing.

“Great master, please grant me divine magic. I am now at the level of a false god and can withstand the first divine spell. That will be endless glory for me and all the spirit hairs… On behalf of all the spirit hairs, I beg you to grant it to us. The Spirit Hair Knights are ready to charge for our master! Defeat those hairless ones! Let our master laugh forever like us…”

"Zha Mao No. 1" said excitedly, occasionally wriggling his fur.

Bestow?

Ruger recalled the notes that Lord Kurt had given him about the path of a faith wizard. It did mention it briefly, but only in a few words in a certain passage. Perhaps at that time, Kurt himself did not know much about these things and thought that he would not use them anytime soon.

Simply put, it's about granting a small spell to a deity, making it more like a god, and then bestowing it upon those who are divinely inspired. Powerful wizards with large territories, as well as some ordinary clergy, can all receive this gift as long as they are devout enough.

In terms of spell selection, the focus is on the management of the territory's faith. For example, one might choose a spell that can demonstrate the power of the gods, or a spell that can display the majesty of the gods, or a spell purely for managing the territory, such as one that can help with farming, demonstrate the benevolence of the gods, and spread their fame.

Ruger began to demonstrate the spells he had mastered one by one.

It was discovered that a false god can only withstand one zero-ring spell, and depending on the god being created, not every spell can be compatible.

As Ruger pondered, he continued to demonstrate his magic in front of the scruffy number one.

This caused the guy with the scraggly hair to jump and shout from time to time.

Ruger thought that if he were the kind of person who managed a territory, the hair removal technique would undoubtedly be the best choice. It could fully demonstrate the majesty of the god, help in the collection of faith power, and allow the hair removal technique to be given to the divinely inspired individuals he had trained to patrol the territory. If they encountered villains, they would first remove their hair and then execute them. The effect would be absolutely first-class, and the god of spirit hair would become famous far and wide.

But he is not like that. He has no territory and needs to exert effort. So in this situation, bestowing the Spirit Hair Nourishment Technique upon the great Spirit Hair God, Miscellaneous Hair Number One, becomes a good choice. On ordinary days, they can also use the Spirit Hair Nourishment Technique to massage him, their master, and nourish more hair. Moreover, they can nourish each other and enhance their spirituality.

“Master! This is it! I can’t even describe it… I feel an unparalleled power, it resonates with our knights, we will become your sharpest blade! I feel the call of faith!”

The scraggly creature seemed to sense the most fitting spell.

Ruger paused for a moment.

"this?"

He unleashed the power of the bull once more, only to find it somewhat unbelievable.

"No, no, no, Master! It was the previous one, the previous one..." The scraggly fur number one trembled violently as it denied it.

Ruger raised an eyebrow and cast Lesser Sharpness.

The first frizzy creature started jumping around again, and a group of frizzy creatures joined in, jumping and cheering incessantly.

"We will become the sharpest sword in our master's hand, wielding this art with faith and spirituality, and charging forward for our beloved master!"

A group of furry creatures, jumping and shouting at "Scattered Fur No. 1," formed several teams and dashed back and forth in mid-air, practicing their moves as if they were playing a game of knights fighting.

Ruger raised an eyebrow, wondering what kind of novels Aiskin had been reading to them.

Such a choice not only has nothing to do with managing territory, but also with raising his furry friend.

This aligns with some of the philosophies of fur herders: to cultivate different fur types and provide support in various aspects.

"Owner……"

Miscellaneous Hair Number One quietly approached him, seemingly thinking he was unhappy.

“Great Master, there are a few others who are also a good match, and I can handle them. Master’s wisdom is always the highest and best. We are just some willful cats, and we obey our always right Master… Your wisdom is our spirit…”

"Miscellaneous Hair Number One" said cautiously.

The once cheerful fur on the side also drooped down, turning from a valiant knightly order into a large, listless clump of fur.

Luger couldn't help but smile.

"That is indeed a good choice, and I am simply happy for your bravery."

Ruger spoke softly, slowly raising his hand.

"Are you ready, my most loyal servant?"

Under the expectant gaze of Zamao No. 1, Ruger completed the enchantment of the spell model and extended his finger in front of it.

The scruffy hair suddenly straightened its body, and the radiance belonging to the spirit of the hair god gradually intensified, enveloping it in a small ball of soft light.

Primarily based on the wondrous connection between the two, and using the power of faith and the radiance of God as a bridge, a zero-ring spell was bestowed upon the great Spirit Hair God. And all Spirit Hair believers are devout and pure beings, and they can all receive divine magic bestowed by the Spirit Hair God.

Ruger couldn't help but imagine that once he became a fur herder, even a slightly different one, his fur would grow faster than before.

Rumble!
As if mocking his delusions, a violent tremor suddenly came from outside the bedroom.

This time, he ventured slightly bolder, lingering longer in the bedroom space, and peered out, immediately sensing a terrifying aura rising up.

Based on previous experience, the violent spatial tremors were caused by abnormalities in the fallen world, but this time he did not see it at all; it seemed that the fallen world had disappeared.

Ruger suddenly looked up at the horizon, where a palace composed of three kinds of flames could be vaguely seen in the far sky. Like a mirage, it floated in the air, lifelike yet sometimes slightly hazy, with wisps of flame brewing some kind of change.

(End of this chapter)