I was an apprentice in Ferren

Chapter 205 Killing God Power

Disassembling a giant dragon into its components is incredibly difficult.

Even in death, its muscles remained incredibly strong, its scales were so tough that no unenchanted weapon could cut through its hide, and its bones and tendons were so strong that they put some pressure on DuPont, who was currently struggling to exert his strength.

Even Old Cole, who had been captured but dared not run away, was pulled in to help. Looking at the huge dragon corpse in the cave, the old bandit was terrified: "This, this is actually our leader? No wonder he always has to go out to do magical research. Those who challenge him never have a good ending. I have to say, the lords are really powerful. They were able to kill such a big dragon. They are the light of tomorrow for our Harua."

"Alright, stop bragging." DuPont tossed him a scimitar: "Hurry up and help me cut the meat. Remember to write an inspection report later, and I'll spare your life."

Old Cole reluctantly agreed, but the two maid sisters beside him worked very quickly.

According to them, although they had no prior experience dissecting blue dragons, they had gone out to train and killed one of the wood elves' mortal enemies, the green dragon.

Although the two types of dragons are quite different, this one is several sizes larger than the one they killed.

Compared to the poisonous green dragon, dealing with this blue dragon was much easier. As for the losses caused by some misoperations, no one cared because the dragon was too big.

We're all laymen, so some losses are inevitable; we won't force it.

After careful care, Cui Xing's condition stabilized somewhat, and she leaned against the wall, drinking hot tea and lost in thought.

Her injuries were actually far less severe than DuPont's, and she didn't even face the blue dragon head-on. However, due to her physical condition, she almost died at one point. Fortunately, she had enough money and the DuPont father and son managed to stabilize the situation in time, thus preventing her from suffering further damage.

Thinking of this, the Sun Elf couldn't help but glance at DuPont, who was chatting and laughing as he cut meat, saying he would process the dragon tenderloin into a dish to serve everyone. His gaze wandered.

If we disregard the prince's dowry, her attire was definitely no less impressive than DuPont's, and she was also much older.

If it were a swordsmanship contest, she was confident that she would not lose to this young upstart. But how come when it came to actual combat, apart from casting a few spells while in stealth mode, the rest of her actions were almost no different from side effects?
If she were in DuPont's position, she would probably have already returned to the goddess's divine realm by now.

Thinking of this, she hugged her knees and looked at the ruins with some confusion.

As a young elf who has only recently come of age, she is far superior to many of her peers in both strength and theory. Otherwise, she would not have been recruited by the Yarah Mage Academy to become a mentor for sword chanters, nor would she have become a bodyguard for Moonflower.

Many people describe the elves' character as arrogant and foul-mouthed, and as one of the best among them, how could she surpass ordinary people without this spirit?
She is not without talent, and she has always worked hard for it, almost never slacking off.

But after Pei Yuehua came to the Northwest, Cui Xing discovered that her original pride was simply an illusion.

DuPont's level was lower than hers, and her experience was also inferior to his. He used magic no more than the third level, but in these battles, he was able to seize the opportunity and lock down the battle situation. It could be said that he directly shouldered the main responsibility.

And what about himself, the queen's handpicked personal guard?
Thinking of this, Cui Xing buried her head in her knees.

She was already very careful and tried her best, so why couldn't she even compare to a teenager?
Was I simply too mediocre, or was this young man so talented that I was completely inferior?
Seeing Cui Xing's posture, Yuehua immediately knew that the swordsman was probably not in a good mood. She advised, "Don't think too much. We were caught off guard and didn't prepare for the battle. We've already done a great job."

“But we clearly prepared spells to fight the Blue Dragon before we arrived in Nas City. After all, DuPont had mentioned it back then, but we still ended up in a complete mess when we actually encountered it.”

Cui Xing couldn't help but recall that roar; the terrifying dragon's might had rendered her immobile, yet that figure stood firm against it within the secret chamber, even gaining the upper hand for a time: "If DuPont hadn't been there holding things up, I'm afraid I would already be a corpse."

"There's no comparison with this guy. DuPont's strength is beyond what can be measured by normal standards. Master Morning Star and the others' high regard for him is certainly not because he's good-looking."

Yuehua put her arm around her friend's shoulder: "Everyone has their own path. Being impatient might cause other problems. Take a break and meditate to clear your mind. It wouldn't be good if you went astray."

Sun Elf responded, sat cross-legged on the spot, closed her eyes, and listened to her breathing gradually become even. Moonflower also breathed a sigh of relief.

As an elf princess from the human era, she had very limited resources. Not only did she have to be meticulous in her calculations, but she also had to provide psychological counseling to her followers, which was truly exhausting.

But just then, Yuehua suddenly sensed a faint cry for help coming from the collapsed ruins on the second floor.

This startled Yuehua, who instinctively activated her Undead Detection skill. She breathed a sigh of relief only after confirming there were no unusual movements.

I thought it was haunted by ghosts.

If you know this place is haunted by spirits, then it's definitely not a simple matter.

These bandits who just died are not a concern, but their leader is also the mastermind behind everything. If he were to set up a Dragon Witch Cult conversion ritual here, it would be disastrous.

Although the Dragon Worship Cult has been extinct for hundreds of years, ever since the emergence of the Dragon Lich species, one must be careful when hunting those old dragons, lest these long-lived creatures prepare the conversion ritual early on, but fail to carry it out because they are not determined to give up their lives.

The challenge level for this old blue dragon is 16. The Magic Adventurers' Guild usually adds a few more levels to prevent adventurers from being careless and accidentally losing their lives.

Once the transformation ritual is completed, these dragons will gain at least 3 more challenge levels than they originally did, and while retaining their original dragon racial traits, they will also possess undead traits. The challenge level of that big guy from before will probably exceed 20.

Having two lives to cast spells and legendary resistances poses a huge threat that could wipe them out entirely.

Let alone those few, if they really get out, the council of Harua will probably be alarmed. If it's not handled in time, the death toll could easily exceed four figures.

It could even be five figures.

However, when that faint cry for help came again, Yuehua felt a chill run down her spine and stood up abruptly.

"DuPont, there seem to be some survivors in those ruins."

"What?" DuPont put down the scale in his hand, and the baron beside him also frowned and looked at the pile of rocks.

The cave they were in was sturdy and spacious. They had initially thought it was an accidental acquisition, but now it seemed to be one of the Blue Dragon's hideouts, just temporarily used by the bandits who were sending him money.

But how could there still be survivors after such a great battle?
After several minutes of tense searching through the ruins with their weapons, they finally spotted the lucky man behind a stone pillar.

DuPont glanced at him and recognized him: "This guy was lying on the bed on the second floor, his breathing was so weak I thought he was dead. I didn't expect him to be so tough. By the way, do you know this guy?"

Old Cole stepped forward, glanced at the man whose lower body was trapped in the rubble, and exclaimed in shock: "This is our captain, Jassim! He's practically the number two in the Jackals. He was also the one you shouted when you were causing trouble and suppressing the bandits. That was a brilliant plan. These wicked guys were completely fooled. He's a genius."

"Alright, stop flattering me against my conscience. I won't be the one judging you. I'll only promise to spare your life." DuPont stepped forward and took out his medical staff.

As the second-in-command of the Jackals, Jassim might know some secrets that others don't.

For example, who is colluding with the jackals, and are there any hidden treasure troves?

However, just as DuPont got a meter closer to the other person, he suddenly narrowed his eyes, looked at the person who had reached out for help, and raised the Unexpected Staff in his hand.

They then proceeded to smash his heart.

The maid sisters were completely baffled by what they saw.

As teammates who had been together for half a month, they naturally knew the effects of DuPont's magical items.

The Baron nodded: "This guy may know some unique information or evidence, but getting these things would be a hot potato. Nas City can protect the high-ranking members of such a large bandit group, and it can't be brought down by such a few rumors."

Moonflower nodded in agreement with the Baron's statement: "That's right. In the end, we might not only fail to achieve anything in our bandit suppression efforts, but we might also be labeled with many unexpected accusations." "Killing this blue dragon now is already a merit enough to get you promoted and rewarded. As for the truth and the person behind it, we can deal with them later. The most important thing is to guard against the hidden arrows in front of us."

After hearing this, the maid sisters finally understood the question behind it, and their gazes toward DuPont became somewhat ambiguous, with Jonawei even pursing her lips.

Although the problem was not complicated, and given enough time they would likely have figured it out, DuPont managed to weigh the pros and cons in just a few seconds. This truly befits a future archmage with an intelligence of 18.

Furthermore, according to my sister, this guy is much stronger than most elves. If His Highness really marries, they will also have to provide dowry. The competition will be fierce then, so it's better to cultivate some feelings for him early on.

After hearing their explanation, DuPont smiled calmly, glanced at the corpse glaring at him, and closed his eyes.

1 minute ago.

[High-energy reaction detected, classified as godlike power]

You have discovered a unique divine power: the power of slaughter.

Killing this target will grant you the power of slaughter. Using this power will grant you immense divine strength, but it may attract the attention of powerful beings. Others possessing this power will see you as prey and will relentlessly hunt you down once they sense it within you.

[Should we kill the target?]

So I don't have the bloodline of killing?
After thinking for two seconds, DuPont used his staff to shatter the guy's heart.

Now that the Son of Slaughter has appeared, the near future will be a time of great strife. Even if one wishes to remain peaceful and not fight, legends will be everywhere in Faerûn, saints will roam freely, and even the gods will be in peril. Countless mortals will die in that calamity.

Without power, there is nothing; in the end, even the desire for peace will depend on the whims of others.

In his previous life, he had no choice.

But in this life, this was by no means what he hoped for.

Only by possessing power can one ensure the safety of oneself and those around them when powerful beings wreak havoc.

You possess the power of a killing god.

[Current divine power value is 1]

The killing power you have acquired is extremely weak and insufficient to awaken your domain abilities.

The killing power you have acquired is extremely weak and insufficient to support you in obtaining special ability bonuses.

[The bloodline is too weak to awaken the bloodline of the God of Slaughter.]

[Insufficient to awaken the power of faith]

Your personal beliefs do not reject the power of slaughter; you may use this power.

[You can consume this divine power to gain mythical abilities. Do you wish to consume it?]

'Yes. '

[You have gained two basic mythical powers: Legendary Warrior and Mythical Power Reduction]

Legendary Warrior: Once a day, as long as you are not hit in a vital spot, no matter how serious the injury, you cannot be killed. When you enter a near-death state, you will become immortal for two rounds, immune to stun effects, and gain 1 point of natural regeneration per minute for 24 hours.

Note: Once you possess divine power, you will no longer be a mortal. Although your power is not yet enough to influence the world, your mission is equally important.

Your experience is destined to become a historical monument. How can one failure defeat you? The divine power within you will enable you to endure pain far exceeding that of ordinary people.

Warning: The pain will not disappear during this process.

Mythical Reduction: With divine power, you are already extraordinary. Any damage dealt to you by enemies without divinity will be reduced by 5 points. You also gain +1 to any Willpower, Fortitude, and Reflexes. Your abilities will increase as your Mythical level increases.

Looking at these two powerful expertise, DuPont couldn't help but smile, but the system's notification wasn't over yet.

Your divine power has vanished.

Your current Mythic Level is 1.

This profession can only be improved by hunting creatures with divine power, shattering unique artifacts, and absorbing formed faith power; experience points cannot be used to level up this profession.

Killing the Son of Slaughter grants you this type of divine power. The more divine power you possess, the more likely you are to attract the attention of Baal, the God of Slaughter. Please choose carefully.

When you are within 3 meters of other beings with a godlike nature of slaughter, they will also sense the mark of your godlike power of slaughter.

The hunt may have already begun; please make every choice carefully.

If we were to say that, apart from those utterly insane and unpredictable mad believers, the most notorious figure during the Cataclysm was the Son of Slaughter.

To seize the killing power from others, these guys wouldn't hesitate to assassinate or even start a war.

Simply put, this method of advancement is just too fast.

An adventurer's advancement requires sweat and blood, and there are countless hardships and obstacles along the way. They may even encounter some mind-bending philosophical questions. If they cannot solve them, they may not be able to make a breakthrough. Many people waste their time on this.

Like Dorothy, who wasted five or six years, her unwavering willpower was truly remarkable.

The allure of becoming the Child of Slaughter, gaining power simply by killing, and acquiring incredible divine power is an irresistible temptation for anyone.

With that thought in mind, DuPont breathed a sigh of relief.

Should we stay true to ourselves?
This does seem to be a very difficult thing. Just like some people who, even after achieving success, fall into depravity due to various temptations, ultimately ending up with a mixed reputation, which is regrettable.

But this only excited DuPont more.

Now that I have this opportunity, wouldn't it be a waste of my life not to seize it?
He used to be just a corporate slave who did what his superiors wanted, but now he has the potential to make his mark on history in this world full of legends.

Seeing DuPont's unusual expression, Moonflower assumed he was upset because he had killed the man who was no longer able to fight back, and gently advised, "His injuries are already very serious, and we can't waste our precious divine magic on him."

"Even if he is saved, his injuries will likely leave him disabled. He will either hang himself or spend the rest of his life in prison. Helping him get out of this situation is hardly a bad thing."

DuPont nodded silently after hearing this, glancing at the already dawning sky: "Alright, let's not waste any more time. Let's try to finish before 6 o'clock. After that, we still need to go to the Blue Dragon's lair to find its treasure. We'll probably get at least tens of thousands of gold coins!"

　I'll rest tomorrow to recover; the outbreak will start on the 26th and last for a week.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)