god of tomorrow

Gao Wen effortlessly pulled out the wooden stake that appeared to be on his shoulder.

First Blood!

Chapter 60 A Minor Problem, He's Not Gone!

"As expected of advanced magic, it drained 60 points of magic power in one go."

Gawain clicked his tongue in amazement. At first glance, 60 points of magic power didn't seem like much, and he could afford it. But this was based on his possession of the Underworld Certificate, which reduced the cost of casting necromancy by a huge margin. If he didn't have the Underworld Certificate, he probably wouldn't be able to keep up even if he poured all his magic power into it.

Magic is still a weak point.

In fact, Gawain's intervention wouldn't have changed the fate of the hostess. He did this to test the power of the 'Erosion Hand' and the precautions to take when casting the spell.

We need a guinea pig, and we can pick up some kills while we're at it.

Theoretical knowledge and practical operation are two different concepts. Without summarizing experience through practice, a failed spell will harm the caster before harming the caster.

In practice, the cost and damage of 'Erosion Hand' are directly proportional, deserving of the rating of a high-level necromancy spell.

That's right...

Gao Wen glanced at Tie Niu and Ma Long, who were recklessly unleashing their deathly aura and pushing open the curtain of death, then looked at his own smoking hands. Comparing the two, he suddenly felt that the burning hands didn't taste so good anymore.

Ox-Head and Horse-Face's ability to control death energy is instinctive, an innate talent. Gao Wenming knew he couldn't envy it, but he still envied it. He wanted to freely control death energy, and the only way to do so was through spellcasting.

"You two, throw another one in, and remember to beat him to three-quarters dead."

At Gawain's command, the two undead knights decisively attacked, this time targeting the henchman.

Simply put, it's close by.

After the bar hostess died, the world before Gao Wen's eyes returned to normal. The dozens of targets being chased and attacked by Ox-Head and Horse-Face were reduced to four red dots.

The banquet hall, typical of wedding venues, still exists; this is a space created by the magic corridor, and has nothing to do with the hostesses.

Bang!

After a muffled thud of flesh colliding with bone, the thug cried out as he fell into the vortex of death energy, attempting to release his magic to save himself, but failed. He twisted his ankle, lost his footing, and fell even faster.

Gao Wen watched this unfold, puzzled. He asked the AI ​​assistant to analyze how the muscular man had suddenly developed rheumatism.

The AI ​​assistant rattled off a series of data analyses, formulas, and graphs before finally providing the answer. The density of the death aura was far greater than that of air; the thug's usual stepping force was just right in air, but stepping into the death aura with too much force caused him to twist his ankle.

"rigorous!"

Magic is so scientific!

What else could Gao Wen say? He silently memorized the hard-won lessons of his predecessors and strode towards them.

On the other side, Fan Sen noticed that his second underling had been swallowed by death energy, and his face immediately turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

He defeated them one by one, bleeding them dry until all his underlings were dead, then it was his turn to go.

The rampant death energy kept him constantly on his toes. No matter how strong he was, he couldn't defeat two death knights working together. Continuing to wear him down would only make things worse for him. He had to do something.

"Gawain, you dare kill my father? Come out and fight me one-on-one!"

Van Sen shouted loudly, telling Gawain not to be a coward and that a real man should fight him one-on-one.

Gao Wen's assessment of this was only five words: Ding Yuan asked Lü Bu before his death, "Who is your stepfather?"

You think a one-on-one fight is going to happen like this?

He fought one-on-one before learning necromancy, and he still fought one-on-one after learning necromancy. Wasn't he learning necromancy for nothing?

Bai Xue would be beaten to death.

Regardless of Fan Sen's insults, Gao Wen focused solely on punching and fighting with the thug. The thug's strength should not be underestimated, given his popularity on the commercial street.

The AI ​​assistant modeled the male fighter's speed, strength, and endurance, all of which exceeded 200. He was a graduating physical education student who switched to the fitness industry and pursued a path of physical enhancement.

Ironically, capitalists exist on the universal continent; the world has changed, but capital hasn't. The fitness world in the magical realm also sells various protein powders and enhancement products, advertising them as pure magical potions, plant-based extracts, free of artificial compounds, safe and guaranteed, and promising a quick path to power.

Do you want to become stronger overnight? Do you want to trample your predecessors underfoot? What are you waiting for? XX protein powder, the nemesis of cowards, one can is better than five cans. Come join us!

There are many similar advertisements in the newspapers, and when they are accompanied by a few muscular men striking poses, they are incredibly persuasive.

As for side effects, they're a tiny bit of a problem, nothing serious!

Enhancing potions isn't entirely without merit, provided you have the money and connections to buy genuine products. Without money and connections, what you can buy depends entirely on whether the capitalists have a conscience.

Normally, even children from noble families would receive formal, systematic magical education after the age of 18. Premature meditation causes magic to wash over the physical body, affecting physical and mental development and easily leading to dwarfism.

A mage's growth is a spiraling feedback process: accumulating magical power leads to physical strengthening, and a stronger body leads to even more magical power reserves.

The fitness world has disrupted this balance, leading to explosive muscle growth in a short period, pushing speed, strength, and endurance to unprecedented levels. The cost is the permanent solidification of magical circuits, making it impossible to accumulate more magical energy through meditation, learn more powerful ordinal magic, and, once the medication is stopped, muscle atrophy and physical strength rapidly decline.

Furthermore, due to overdrawing their potential, their lifespan is affected.

That's the kind of thing the thugs do; they've seen too many ads on telephone poles.

Sacrificing magic circuits to specialize in physical strength, abandoning ranged attacks to focus on close combat, relying entirely on thick skin and shields for defense, with considerable burst damage in short bursts, but requiring teamwork for prolonged battles.

Gawain and the thug were exchanging blows, and just as they were getting into the swing of things, the other guy went limp, unable to even put up a decent magic shield.

The Death Curtain's field card unleashed its power; the henchman, stripped of his magic shield, was doomed and was kicked away by Gawain, sending him flying from the wooden stake.

Double Kill!

"next."

Next up was the bodyguard, also a potion-enhancing type, and also had a pointy head. Because he couldn't buy the genuine product, he was pinned to the ground and Ora Ora Ora after only ten or so moves.

Every punch landed squarely, even the deathly aura seeped into the flesh.

Triple Kill!

After slaying three men, Gao Wen grew increasingly spirited and single-handedly completed the encirclement.

Having lost three men, Fan Sen became increasingly panicked and, facing encirclement, once again tightened his defensive line.

The Death Canopy's venue card is too unfair. In a sense, it really is like Ox-Head and Horse-Face bringing the underworld to the human world. As long as Gawain doesn't call a halt, they have the ability to pollute the entire commercial street into the underworld.

This is also related to Gawain holding the Proof of the Underworld, ensuring the smooth flow of supplies and a continuous supply of logistical aid.

"Fan Sen, this is not what you said!"

The pianist, looking disheveled, retreated to Fan Sen's side, her respect gone, her words full of resentment. Her long legs, which Fan Sen used to carry on his shoulders, now seemed to want to kick him to death.

What enemies have you provoked?

You said it would be quick and wouldn't take much time?

Is this some kind of freshman?

Fan Sen didn't reply. Gao Wen's methods were unpredictable, and he was not a strong enemy that Fan Sen could defeat head-on. There was no hope of revenge. He would win if he could just survive today.

Thinking of this, Fan Sen maintained his magic shield while taking out his wallet from his pocket.

It's a very common space equipment; Vanvich and Leo both have it, and he's no exception.

Like his father, Fan Sen emptied his wallet of all his equipment: pistols, rifles, submachine guns, grenades, and various magazines—a veritable mini-armory.

Besides weapons, there were a bunch of strange and unusual things, like urns containing ashes.

Vansen quickly found a beautifully crafted gift box, and inside was a dazzling diamond with seven colors.

The egg was so big it made the pianist's eyes widen in amazement.

As a history professor at the Royal Magic University, and with his father Vanvich being the head of the history department, Vansen had an unshirkable responsibility to protect ancient relics and artifacts. He conducted numerous rescue excavations, and many valuable treasures were confiscated by him.

Some were given to the second prince to solidify his position as a lackey, while others were kept for his own use.

This precious gem is... the one we're going to give to the second prince tonight.

Upon learning that Gao Wen had appeared at the nightclub, they could no longer tolerate it and decided to strike.

Last night you took a female classmate to a hotel, and I let it go. But tonight you invited your friends to a nightclub and started touching her legs. Do you really think I wouldn't dare to mess with you in the university town?

Yes, Van Sen dressed so flamboyantly tonight to see the Second Prince. Gawain was just an ant he stepped on along the way. As long as Blue Hair and the Third Prince were distracted, the plan would be 99% successful.

The last 1% was like a knife fight; five people slashed so many times but couldn't cut it off.

Getting back to the main point, the seven-colored gemstone came from the ruins of a temple of destiny. It is impossible to know which church it belonged to due to the passage of time. Based on the clues found at the archaeological site, it is speculated to be the temple of the goddess of spring, one of the four gods of destiny.

Goddess of Spring!

Also known as the Awakener, the God of the Prelude, and the Origin of Life, he is in charge of spring, sowing, and drama, and is the guardian deity of artists, entrepreneurs, and newborns (seeds).

At first glance, she seems like a pastoral, artistic goddess, but one punch from her could make her cry for a long time.

In fact, this is not the case. The magic associated with her heritage is closely related to life. In the earliest universal theology, it was vaguely mentioned that this goddess possessed the divine art of bringing the dead back to life.

Fan Sen had it examined and found that the seven-colored gemstone was over a thousand years old, firmly bound to believers, faith, and history. It was enshrined on an altar and imbued with immense religious power, making it a sacred artifact.

The strength of this treasure lies in its defense; the life barrier can isolate all negative external attacks, and even the aura of death cannot harm it in the slightest.

The core characteristic of the sacred artifact is that it serves as an anchor of faith. As long as there are believers in the world, the sacred artifact will not be damaged. Therefore, even after a thousand years, the jewel remains brilliant and dazzling.

Unfortunately, a thousand years is far too long. While the Seven-Colored Gem's defensive power remains undiminished, its defensive duration has significantly decreased, currently only lasting for 10 hours. Restoring it to its full potential is simple: send it to a church dedicated to the Goddess of Spring and have it soaked in the power of faith at the altar.

Only a madman would send his treasure to the church. What would he get in return? The church's friendship, or a banner?

Is what he lacks a banner?

The Seven-Colored Diamond is Fan Sen's most prized possession, and he knows it will be used up with each use. He's been having a lot of trouble lately because of the parents' meetings, so he doesn't dare go out during the day and keeps the doors locked at night. He's at his wit's end and hopes to offer this treasure to the Second Prince so he can give him another helping hand.

At this point, we can only use it to save our lives.

The Seven-Colored Diamond's Life Barrier lasts for 10 hours, while the Magic Corridor lasts only 30 minutes. After 30 minutes, the nightclub staff will arrive.

Businessmen are most afraid of getting into trouble. This nightclub has powerful connections. They can't afford to offend the Third Prince, but they also won't let the Third Prince's men kill people in the club. In that case, Fan Sen's life will be saved.

Fan Sen wasn't afraid that Gao Wen would tower dive and kill him. He was a freshman with strange features all over his body, and the more people there were, the safer he would be.

The only drawback is that after tonight, the second prince will also know that he holds a sacred artifact.

It's a pleasant surprise to give it to someone willingly; if you only give it to them after you know about it, then you're just being dishonest!

Fan Sen sighed. He had no choice but to survive first and deal with the rest later.

Buzzing—

A deep, divine hum resounded, like an ancient hymn vibrating in the air.

As Fan Sen gripped the seven-colored gem tightly, infusing it with magic, the gem shimmered and emitted a dazzling brilliance.