Steadfast Wizard: From Heart-Swapping Rat to Dimensional Demon God

Chapter 80: A Rise to Fame in One Battle!

"Snap!"

Even wizards and witches like Philo and Angel couldn't see Liuli's invisible hand, let alone ordinary adventurers without magic power. Naturally, it wouldn't take much effort to secretly take the little lamp in such a chaotic situation.

Therefore, the golden magic lamp was quickly grabbed by Liuli and handed to Isaac.

Isaac played with it for a while. The little lamp was not quite what he had imagined. It was neither teapot-shaped nor box-shaped, but a short, slanted pillar supporting an oil dish, a very simple little wall lamp.

Indeed, the trial of the magic lamp ritual originated from the work of a legendary wizard, and considering the ease of dissemination, it was naturally designed in a style that was most acceptable to the public.

Stroking the golden magic lamp and sensing the information emanating from it, Isaac put it away and then looked at the adventurers rushing towards him amidst the chaos.

"We've got the goods, should we just retreat or fight? A few deaths don't matter, right?" Isaac said.

Philo gave Isaac and Liuli a deep look. She couldn't figure out how the magic lamp had gotten there!

Until they came into contact with the magic lamp, there was no magical fluctuation or air movement; even after they obtained the lamp,

All one can sense is the magical fluctuations of the lamp itself and the airflow caused by its movement—an ability of utmost mystery!

This is not a method that mortals should possess; without a doubt, it comes from Outer Gods.

"Let's get started. The Grand Trial of the Magic Lamp has already been announced. The most magnificent ceremony needs the bloodiest sacrifices to adorn it!" Philo's lips curled into a cruel smile. "Besides, these wild dogs won't stop until they're thoroughly hurt."

After saying that, Philo jumped backward from the tall alchemical golem. Then, distinct layers of muscle fibers emerged from her clothes, forming a suit of armor on her body that resembled an arthropod. She then spread a bat wing and flew into the sky!

The Infinite Demon Armor, one of the Ten Great Demon Puppets, is a composite puppet of flesh and machine, renowned for its ability to evolve infinitely. It is a wearable puppet that can bring unparalleled enhancements to the wearer.

Isaac didn't know the specific effects; he had only seen related information in his older sister's collection of books, which was said to have been lost long ago, and he didn't know where she got it from.

This is not surprising, though. As a mad witch, it's not surprising that she has forbidden knowledge. Not to mention, she is the eldest princess of the Terra Empire, with a noble status and access to many unknown channels.

So Isaac just glanced at it in surprise, after all, it looked pretty cool when worn, like a Kamen Rider!

"roar!"

Just as Isaac was amazed by Philo's demon armor, Angel, who was standing to the side, was not to be outdone. The evil spirit that had been hiding behind her and protecting her stretched out its claws and pulled Angel into its arms. A pitch-black hole appeared from behind them, swallowing the evil spirit and Angel together. Then, a large number of evil spirit minions and evil spirit goblins emerged!

"Interesting, but you don't need to take it so seriously." Although Isaac also wanted to see their methods, he knew they wouldn't use their true trump cards now. Therefore, he simply shrugged helplessly at their grand display. "Harmon, Illusion Eye, then Flesh Aberration!"

"Rip!"

Then, Hamon emerged from the back of Isaac's neck, spread his five fingers, and faced the oncoming adventurers with his palm. An eye and a large mouth full of serrated teeth split open in his palm, and a long purple tongue came out and licked around!

"Hehehe~~"

With Hamon's wicked grin, a burst of crimson light suddenly erupted from the blood-red pupils in its palm, and multicolored magic flowed through its raised claws.

As time went on, all the adventurers exposed to the red light who rushed toward Isaac suddenly saw countless colors flooding their eyes. The influx of color information caused them to feel intensely dizzy, and one after another they fell to the ground.

Some adventurers noticed the problem with the red light and tried to avoid the illusion by closing their eyes, but this was useless. The illusion runes that Harmon gained from devouring the Illusion Butterfly did not work through sight, but through all the senses to cast illusions, and the effects of the illusions were enhanced by mysticism. (Chapter 40)

There are only three ways to resist this illusion: first, have high enough spell resistance; second, have a strong will to ignore the dizziness; and third, avoid being exposed to the red light. A few adventurers who were not exposed to the red light due to their perspective were fine.

However, this does not mean they are safe, because after the control spell comes the flesh and blood mutation!

"Hehehe!!!"

Hamon's wicked laughter echoed through the night sky, his long tongue twitching excitedly, and invisible magical fluctuations, accompanied by purple light, began to sweep forward!

The purple light in this move is just a magical effect; the real power comes from the invisible magical fluctuations, so hiding behind obstacles is useless.

"Hmm? Did they fail?" Remington stared at the motionless adventurers for a moment, then asked in confusion, while his right hand lightly rested on the longsword at his waist, ready to act at any moment.

"No rush, let's wait a bit longer," Isaac said with a slight smile, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"What is this? Ah!"

"Holy crap! Don't come any closer!"

"Monster! Monster!"

"ah!!"

As soon as Isaac finished speaking, a commotion arose among the adventurers below. Isaac's lips curled up slightly, while Hamon cackled with even greater excitement.

Remington looked over curiously, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he froze on the spot!

The adventurers at that time were a chaotic mess!

Some people have turned into dense, human-shaped fleshy whiskers, and each whisker has a mouth!

Some people's right hand turned into a snake's head and their left hand into a dog's head, and then they bit off their own necks together. Finally, the severed heads grew legs and ran around in terror!

Some people had rats crawling out of their bodies, and they collapsed to the ground, completely listless. As more and more rats crawled out, they became increasingly...

Some people suddenly sprouted a bunch of tentacles from their mouths, tightly wrapping themselves around and crushing their bodies bit by bit!

Some people even grew hair all over their bodies, their muscles bulged dramatically, and in an instant, their upper body turned into a werewolf and their lower body into a fish head, which was extremely terrifying!

The above is just a rough description of what Remington could describe in words; many more abstract and sinister changes are taking place!

"Did you do this?" Remington turned his head blankly to look at Isaac, trembling and stammering as he asked Isaac, while also taking a few steps back.

"Whoosh~"

Philo also landed from the sky and stood to the side, the demon armor on her face retracting to reveal her shocked expression.

She covered her mouth slightly, looking at Isaac in disbelief. Was this guy's witchcraft?

Not only Philo, but Angel also emerged from the black hole, one hand covering her mouth as if afraid she would vomit, the other tightly gripping her magic book, looking at Isaac with a complicated expression.

This guy is even scarier than I imagined!

Is it really worth betting your future on him?

Even the evil spirit behind Angel looked Isaac up and down with a strange expression, as if to confirm whether it was one of its colleagues who had been reincarnated or possessed a human. Compared to Isaac's magic, those evil goblins that he had modified were just normal stuff!

Master!

Seeing the complex expressions on everyone's faces, Isaac didn't explain much. He simply smiled and said nonchalantly, "It's just a minor spell. It seems the other parts aren't over yet. Shall we go and snatch it?"

Isaac glanced in the direction where the other three lamps had descended; there were still battles taking place in two other locations, and the intensity of the fighting seemed quite high.

Philo didn't even look, and shook his head: "According to the agreement, if there are fewer than four magic lamps that appear the first time, we can only take one at most. This time, the distribution has already been made, so we should be able to take more next time."

After speaking, Philo glanced at the hellish scene below with a complex expression.

No, even hell seems far more benevolent compared to this scene!

At least hell is simply evil, evil as understood by humans, completely different from Isaac's spell.

After a while, the wailing below gradually subsided, leaving only some writhing sounds. In a thick pool of blood, pieces of indescribable flesh were constantly writhing.

The other adventurers who hadn't participated in the lamp-grabbing contest and were staying quietly in their rooms stared blankly at their "friends" writhing in the pool of blood, forgetting even to wipe the saliva from their mouths.

Among these people, the owners of the nearby taverns suffered the most severe psychological impact!

The reason is simple: although there are adventurers in this world, there is no large and convenient organization like the Adventurers' Guild, and no one would allow it to exist. Therefore, adventurers in various places are basically affiliated with taverns and accept quests in taverns.

Therefore, the tavern actually functions as the Adventurers' Guild, receiving various tasks and then distributing them to adventurers, while the tavern takes a cut of the profits.

Where there are interests, there is naturally competition. Competition for adventurers is also competition for mission resources. The goal is to attract more adventurers with mission resources, and then attract even more mission resources with more and stronger adventurers. It's a rather brutal competition.

In this process, a magical item called the Adventurer's Register came into being. It could display more intuitively the level and mission experience of the adventurers registered under the name of the tavern, making it easier for taverns to compete for mission resources.

This roster also has another function: to confirm the life status of each adventurer!

This was originally a great ability, which could often help tavern owners know in a timely manner the adventurers they actually had. But right now, the tavern owners wished they didn't have this ability!

The reason was that, according to the adventurers' roster, they were horrified to discover that, despite the fact that 90% of the adventurers had been reduced to a bloody pulp and the ground was covered in thick blood, the truth was revealed!

The roster clearly recorded that most of the adventurers were still alive.

After repeatedly confirming that the information on the roster was correct, the bosses turned their heads blankly to look at the still-wriggling meat paste outside...

"vomit!!!!"

Suddenly, more acidic fluid was vomited up, mixing with the previously expelled filth and emitting an indescribable stench. Unfortunately, no one paid any attention at this moment...

Even more surprisingly, someone remarked, "! They're not dead—ugh!!!"

The other pale-faced adventurers could hardly contain their attention and focused on it, then—

Another wave of vomiting sounds erupted!

"We got the stuff, let's go back." Philo covered her mouth, her face was a little pale, and her voice trembled slightly.

"Hmm." Isaac nodded calmly. He had seen this scene many times when he was doing experiments. Although he hadn't used humanoid creatures for experiments, it seemed that they were now immune to it.

Anyway, he didn't feel anything, and even thought about going down to scoop out a few pieces of meat paste to take back and study.

However, Isaac glanced at the three men's slightly bluish faces, looked regretfully at the meat paste below, nodded, and recalled Hamon.

"Hehehe~" Having received Isaac's order, Harmon smacked its lips with a hint of reluctance, licked its palm with its purple tongue, and unleashed its full power to cast a spell. What an unfamiliar feeling... it was something the claw missed. Although it was very reluctant, Isaac had given the order, so it had no choice but to shrink back into Isaac's body.

"Phew~" After recalling Hamon, Isaac twisted his slightly sore neck. That's the downside of the Hand of God's magical companions; once a powerful spell is cast, it causes a sore feeling in the neck, always giving Isaac the feeling that he's going to get cervical spondylosis...

Compared to their daring journey there, their method on the return trip was much simpler: they all boarded Isaac's pumpkin carriage.

Unfortunately, the other three weren't in good shape, especially Remington, who even seemed weak all over. It would be really difficult for him to run back.

Anyway, his pumpkin carriage was big enough for five people, with four seats inside and two seats for the coachman outside, leaving one seat for himself.

Before long, Isaac took the three of them back to their lodgings, then drove the carriage back to the Veterans' Tavern alone, reaping a sense of awe and fear along the way.

The town of Phyllis wasn't large, and the adventurers communicated quickly. Although it wasn't as fast as the internet in their previous lives, it wasn't much slower. So, by the time Isaac was driving the pumpkin carriage to take Philo and the others home, his terrifying battle had already spread far and wide.

Some quick-handed artists even managed to sketch a silhouette from those incoherent, fragmented descriptions—a wizard standing on a rooftop with outstretched arms, from behind his head extending a terrifying claw with one eye and one mouth, casting extremely evil sorcery, transforming the human world into an indescribable... indescribable scene!

This exaggerated efficiency of information dissemination meant that as soon as Isaac's pumpkin carriage stopped in front of the Veterans' Tavern, everyone inside fell silent, as if a mute button had been pressed instantly. Isaac entered the tavern, glanced strangely at the silent crowd, and wherever his gaze fell, everyone lowered their heads, not daring to meet his eyes. Even after Isaac went up to the second floor, they dared not speak, or even get up and leave immediately. After a long while, they cautiously walked out of the tavern and then ran away as fast as they could!

It felt like hell was right behind us!