Wizard: This witcher is neglecting his duties.

Chapter 291 Demonic Possession

This was an extremely powerful soul. Even though it was just an avatar of a demon god and had lost the support of a physical body, Iwayne still felt quite uncomfortable in his chest under its pressure.

Although it is unknown which of the seven demon kings of hell this monster is an incarnation of.

But by this point, it was probably too late to escape; they could only fight to the death.

Wayne banished his distracting thoughts, enduring the pain he had just suffered from fighting the death magic head-on. He gritted his teeth, mustered all his strength once again, and resisted the pressure of the demon god's soul, concentrating all the magic power within him into the Sword of Excalibur.

After being blessed by the goddess of the lake, the lightsaber formed by this sword no longer simply grew larger, but could now gather magical energy, enhance more divine power, and increase damage to monsters.

After receiving the full power of Wayne's magic, the lightsaber finally stopped at about three meters long, and the magic inside gradually changed from white light to a dazzling white-gold color.

Bathed in this holy light, he felt the pressure on his body ease considerably, and he no longer felt the involuntary fear he had felt towards the dark soul before him.

However, just as he was in a brief standoff with the soul floating above the corpse, something both expected and unexpected happened.

With twelve flashes of light, the warlocks who had just been expanding the magical rift and being corrupted by the power of hell all appeared around Wayne and the evil soul.

Seemingly summoned by the power of the demon god, they all had somewhat dazed eyes and confused expressions, but their hands moved without any hesitation. After appearing, they immediately began to wave their staffs and gather chaotic magic power, as if they were preparing to release some kind of magic.

At this moment, Wayne dared not let the twelve sorcerers join their battle. He gritted his teeth, reached into his bracelet, and took out a rather ornate scabbard. After infusing it with magic, he planted it in the ground.

As he moved, a golden barrier about ten meters high immediately rose from the scabbard. This was the scabbard of Excalibur, named Avalon.

This powerful magical item can unleash an extremely strong defensive spell, said to be able to isolate all damage, and can last for about a minute.

Now, regardless of whether its effects are as exaggerated as the legends suggest, Wayne has no other choice but to use this method to stop these warlocks from interfering with his battle with the demon god's avatar.

After Avalon's golden barrier appeared, Wayne didn't dare to waste a second any longer. He immediately cast the sixth-ring Mirror Image spell, splitting his body into six, and together with his original body, launched a righteous gang attack on the soul.

Seven tall and agile figures, with a resolute will, launched their fiercest attacks on the demon god's soul sphere from different directions.

Seeing this, it seemed to realize that something was wrong. The demon god's soul clone, which was now just a ball of light, suddenly ignited a flame of soul and instantly entered the body of the middle-aged sorcerer who had just been split in two. The flame, along with the middle-aged sorcerer's body, began to burn fiercely.

By the time Wayne and his mirror image rushed to the corpse, the demon god's soul, along with the warlock's body, had melted into a mass of black, viscous blood, constantly bubbling and rippling violently, as if preparing for some evil ritual.

However, the Witcher didn't care about any of that. He only knew the principle of striking while the iron was hot. No matter what methods the enemy used, now was the perfect opportunity to beat them when they were down.

Together with his clone, enveloped in constantly twisting and churning black blood, he wielded a massive lightsaber as dazzling as the sun and plunged it fiercely into the pool of blood.

Hey!

Amidst roars of pain and rage, the seven blazing lightsabers instantly evaporated a significant portion of the black blood. Countless angry faces appeared within the distorted steam, and then, along with the remaining blood, they coalesced again into a twisted yet powerful body in an extremely short time.

Blood-red skin and muscles, huge curved horns, sharp fangs, a terrifying face, and its whole body radiating black and red flames.

It was just flesh and blood the size of an ordinary person, and some of it was evaporated by divine power, but in the blink of an eye it transformed into a terrifying body more than four meters tall, comparable in size to a giant, right in front of Wayne.

His upper body resembled that of an extremely strong giant warrior, but his lower body was like that of an alien monster, with four insect-like limbs covered in barbs and armor.

Moreover, behind this body, there are eight thin, whip-like black tentacles that twist and writhe around its body, making its appearance both terrifying and grotesque, definitely not comparable to ordinary monsters.

"You despicable maggots, insignificant creatures of the lower realms, how dare you offend me, the great Lord of Destruction, Baal."

"I will tear you to pieces, I will devour your soul, and I will turn your flesh and blood into my food."

However, before he could finish his harsh words, the despicable Witcher Wayne launched another attack.

The six lightsabers of the mirror image pierced towards the demon god's body from various tricky directions, while Wayne stood behind Baal, suddenly stretched out his right hand, and pulled hard at the demon king Baal from a distance.

Baal, the Demon King of Destruction, who was in a state of rage, suddenly felt a mysterious force he had never seen before, which in an irresistible way, pulled something important out of his soul, leaving him with an unprecedented emptiness and a strange fear in an instant.

This was something he had never imagined before; he would be attacked in such a way in a relatively weak plane.

Ding! A lucky curse has been cast on the target, granting 19 luck points. Current luck value: 29.

Just as Baal felt a strange fear and was momentarily stunned, the six lightsabers of the mirror image clone had already pierced into its body. Although these holy damages were no threat to the Destroyer Lord Baal at all.

However, inexplicably, due to the interference of these sacred forces, it momentarily lost control of its body.

The body, which was forcibly formed from unclaimed flesh and blood, collapsed in an instant, revealing the soul light ball that was wrapped inside.

"What happened? How is this possible?"

As one of the seven demon gods of hell who had lived for countless years, Baal never imagined that he would make such a basic mistake when using his power.

Just as it was trying to reform its physical body and protect its fragile soul, Wayne, who had been waiting nearby to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy, was not about to let such an opportunity slip by.

He immediately rushed to Baal's side and plunged the Excalibur in his hand into the exposed sphere of soul light of the Destroyer.

Then, with a roar, he began to unleash all the chaotic magic power within his body without regard for the consequences.

In an instant, the severely injured soul orb trembled violently, and a soul-shaking, furious howl erupted from it, stunning Wayne, who was standing almost within reach, so much so that he was dizzy and disoriented.

Even the six mirror images surrounding Baal were all shattered of their magical foundations, turning into magical dust along with the lightsabers in their hands.

However, this was only the final counterattack of the soul orb. Although Baal was one of the seven demon gods of hell, this was only his soul avatar, which had crossed the spatial rift and was restricted by the rules of the native world. Its power was less than a fraction of his true strength.

The Excalibur in Wayne's hand, while not even ranking among the top weapons in all the worlds, is undoubtedly one of the best weapons currently available in the Wizarding World.

Furthermore, it was imbued with the divine blessing of the goddess of the lake and influenced by some unknown force, so Baal's avatar was severely injured by this sword strike.

Under the scorching power of the divine force, its soul orb began to twist and flicker. With Wayne's roar, it finally could not hold on any longer and disintegrated into dozens of fist-sized soul flames.

However, as one of the seven demon gods of hell, Baal's soul strength far exceeded the imagination of ordinary people. Even though it disintegrated into such a small ball of light, it still could not escape the control of the demon king of hell.

Just as Wayne was panting and exhausted, thinking he had defeated the final boss, most of the dozens of orbs of light rushed into his body at an extremely rapid speed, merging into his soul before he could even resist.

The remaining dozen or so orbs of light broke through Avalon's golden barrier and flew into the sky, exploding like fireworks. These dozen or so meteors quickly disappeared in all directions.

Baal is known as the King of Destruction among the seven demon gods of Hell. He is the most violent, bloodthirsty, and powerful demon god who is obsessed with destroying everything.

Its soul is filled with a twisted destructive desire, as well as endless anger and negative emotions that want to destroy everything.

When the fragments of Baal's soul entered his body, Wayne felt that his soul was being subjected to unimaginable torment.

An endless rage and destructive urge were constantly invading his mind, along with Baal's extremely evil and dark, yet immense, hellish magic.

In an instant, both his mind and body were like a small boat sailing alone in a raging storm.

They endured the battering of the raging waves and the baptism of the storm.

"Become my puppet, you despicable maggot. Your body will become my clone. I will personally destroy everything you love, turning this world into an eternal battlefield and a new hell."

That damned demon god of hell truly lives up to his reputation as a top-tier power in another world. Even as just an avatar, despite suffering so many attacks, he can still threaten my life.

If he hadn't used various methods to catch his opponent off guard, he would never have been able to defeat this demon king of hell head-on, not even a clone of him.

Wayne wasn't exactly a person with a strong will. He enjoyed himself and was lustful. Although he valued relationships, he was absolutely incapable of being as reckless and selfless as a hero.

This kind of mental and physical torment was something Wayne had never experienced before; the torment of his soul was far more painful than the physical torment.

Just when he thought he was about to give up and be completely consumed by Barna’s twisted anger and destructive desire to destroy everything.

The system's voice, which hadn't been heard for a long time, finally rang out.

Ding! A foreign soul energy has been detected invading the host's soul. Do you want to start the antivirus program?

Alien soul energy? Antivirus?

Upon hearing the system notification, Wayne, with his remaining intelligence, didn't have time to think too much before making a decision.

The system's power was his greatest trump card; he never expected that the great system would also help him protect his soul.

Yes! Start the disinfection procedure immediately.

After making this choice, Wayne felt a sense of relief, but the physical pain and mental torment made him unable to hold on any longer, and he fell into a deep coma.

But what Wayne didn't know was that the system's power was only erasing Baal's will from these soul fragments.

The hellish power, the power of rage, and the power of destruction carried in Baal's soul were all considered beneficial to the host by the system. Instead of expelling them from Wayne's body, it preserved them.

After Wayne fell into a coma, these forces, under the control of his subconscious, took control of his body and began to merge violently.

They began to act according to their body's instincts, making their own moves in the fog.

(End of this chapter)