Chapter 1211
What Is Your Name?
Outside Heaven City.
Inside a usurped Snake People shrine, the sacred statue of the Ring Heavenly Envoy, originally enshrined there, has been smashed to pieces.
The original image of the Ring Heavenly Envoy was that of an exceptionally handsome, long-haired youth with three pairs of six wings behind him, a snake tail below his waist, and wearing a monocle. His hands clasped a ring before him, smiling as he gazed down upon the world.
At this moment, his upper body has already shattered and collapsed.
The golden ring in his hand was taken, his silver wings inlaid with six-colored jewels were broken, and the diamond monocle was naturally also stolen—though it was actually embedded in the statue’s eyes, thus shattering half its face in the process.
In this world where gods truly exist, such an act is undoubtedly an act of utter blasphemy.
But for these Anxi people, who hold a simple view of reincarnation… they had already made psychological preparations for being cast into hell after death, and had even just formulated a plan for a massacre.
Was a little taboo-breaking blasphemy going to stop them now?
Since the Ring Heavenly Envoy did not intervene when they suffered, there was no reason for them to refrain from seeking revenge now.
Among those hated by the Red, of course, were the high and mighty shrine priests—they held greater power and status than ordinary Free People. Not only was there no possibility of them starving, but they could also wear fine clothes, be accompanied by attendants, and live a life of ease without working.
Now that they possessed the power and opportunity for revenge, they naturally wouldn’t let these people off!
People who might not even live to see tomorrow, what else do they care about ethics and morals!
Those gathered here at this moment were the elites of the Red—but to call them elites, none of them were even Fifth Tier.
They were here merely to protect their leader, to serve as a human shield, bear the price of the ritual, and preemptively share the curse.
Fiery Fist Hassan, seating himself in the center of the altar, its magic circle rerouted by him, was meditating with closed eyes, the golden ring from the Ring Heavenly Envoy’s statue encircling him like a hula hoop.
This was not a Mage’s spell, but rather related to ritual magic.
The Ring Heavenly Envoy was the Heavenly Envoy of the Ouroboros, the Heavenly Envoy of infinity—by resonating and transforming the six elemental spells, He could flexibly control and infinitely amplify power. In the desert, this meant the priests of the Ring Heavenly Envoy could use this power to expand the water source bestowed by the Abyss Heavenly Envoy upon the Lord of Mercy… This was also the only reason why the Lords of Mercy treated the priests of the Ring Heavenly Envoy with relative kindness.
Fiery Fist Hassan’s thinking was simple.
—Since it can amplify water, it can amplify fire.
Thus, he directly killed the priests of the Ring Heavenly Envoy and occupied a shrine. He stole the Ring Heavenly Envoy’s power through a blasphemous ritual, using the Heavenly Envoy Fragment in his left arm as a medium to continuously amplify the purest flame power—
This was, of course, not something he came up with himself.
It was knowledge imparted by a Witch… she and the people behind her seemed to be eagerly anticipating him killing Adler.
The prosthetic limb that could seal fragments of the Geometric Heavenly Envoy, the ritual magic that could steal Heavenly Envoy power… as well as a foul badge that, when worn, prevented detection by Heavenly Envoy power, were all gifts from her. The first time he met that Witch, he was still in the Mage Tower.
—Being used?
That didn’t matter.
Hassan didn’t care at all if someone was using him.
He only needed to achieve his own goals; he didn’t need to obstruct others’ goals. This was also something he learned from the Mage Tower… sometimes even Mages needed to cooperate with others by force. The definition of “necessary cooperation” depended on whether the other party could bring him irreplaceable benefits.
As long as there was no betrayal or deception in this cooperation, and as long as both parties achieved the same goal, it could be considered a close and tacit cooperation—whether his actions would bring more benefits to others, and whether he himself would pay more for it, was not something Hassan considered.
Just as his followers thought—
People who might not even live to see tomorrow, what future do they worry about!
With the infinite power of the Ring Heavenly Envoy, he had indeed summoned an incomparably powerful force.
This excited Hassan greatly—they had only been in conflict with Heaven City for two days and had already felt immense resistance. Heaven City was too strong, and Hassan even had some regrets… they should have prioritized attacking other city-states to gather strength, surround it, and cut off its supplies, rather than attacking Heaven City directly.
Because after returning, Hassan discovered how numerous the Red had become—they even had a thousand camels!
This had made Hassan too excited, to the point that his actions were somewhat rash.
In just two days, hundreds of brothers had already died at the hands of Heaven City’s slave cavalry… and the fires they set had not even disrupted the daily lives of the residents in the central areas. Heaven City’s Lords of Mercy had not even deployed their personal legions, and the casualties they inflicted were basically all due to Hassan’s spell damage.
However, his spells had their limits.
Even with the enhancement of the Heavenly Envoy Fragment, there was only so much magic he could use per day.
This was an inevitable problem for spellcasters at higher levels… once their Mana was depleted, they had to retreat to sleep to replenish it, and the higher the level of the spell, the more Mana it consumed. It was possible that within half an hour of combat, he could completely exhaust a day’s worth of Mana.
Having the opportunity to use ritual magic to bypass Heaven City’s army and slave cavalry and directly bombard the city was undoubtedly an excellent strategy—after all, the Red were from commoner and slave backgrounds. Even though they had gained extraordinary power through their extreme ideology and the great inheritance of the Ice Heart King, their levels were not high enough, and they possessed no items whatsoever.
Once dragged into a war of attrition, they would surely perish.
Their advantage lay in being the attackers; the initiative was in their hands—so being able to strike targets from beyond visual range was undoubtedly the most correct tactic.
Hassan had brought the most correct item, chosen the most correct diplomacy, led the most correct organization, and determined the most correct strategy…
—But he still lost.
The magic circle operating beneath him suddenly exploded!
The violent explosion engulfed Hassan, and the golden ring he wore warped and deformed—but thanks to the ring’s elemental shielding properties, he did not die on the spot. The impact force was converted into magic power and replenished into his body… but those around him were all blown to death.
Even the entire shrine began to collapse!
The backlash from the spell being violently dispelled, along with the backlash from the ritual magic being broken, struck Hassan simultaneously, causing him to spit out a mouthful of black blood.
Among it were his organs, emitting scalding white smoke and completely shattered.
“Damn it…”
Hassan crawled laboriously, slowly emerging from the ritual platform, which had been reduced to ruins.
“Leader!”
“—Hassan!”
As the building teetered precariously, those outside rushed in, disregarding their safety, pulled Hassan from the ruins, forcibly lifted him, and carried him away on their backs.
As his loyal followers carried him away from the shrine, the desecrated Snake People shrine suddenly collapsed.
“Damn it…”
Hassan cursed, his consciousness fading.
He had just controlled that “Sun” in the sky, and had even managed to find and kill a Lord of Mercy.
But shortly after, his consciousness suddenly shattered—even now, he didn’t understand what had killed him.
It didn’t matter if he died, but it was too unfortunate that it hadn’t succeeded…
He was so close, so close to destroying Heaven City—
“Congratulations, Hassan.”
A woman’s voice drifted over leisurely.
“Who’s there!”
“Come out!”
Hassan’s followers cursed warily. However, upon hearing her voice, Hassan relaxed.
Silver-blue long hair, clear sapphire-like pupils… a beautiful appearance that reminded him of a lake, and also his mysterious occult mentor who had gifted him the precious ritual. To this day, Hassan didn’t know the woman’s name.
As she approached, Hassan’s agitated followers, under her demonic charm, gradually lowered their weapons, pointed them at the ground, and then dropped them with a clang.
They stared at her as she walked closer, gradually becoming quiet. Finally, in silence, apart from the sound of her footsteps, everyone even held their breath.
“You did very well, Hassan.”
The Witch gently caressed Hassan’s blood-stained face, offering a gentle smile and a kiss on his forehead.
“Adler is dead. You won.”
“…What?”
Unexpectedly, Hassan felt no joy.
He could only ask in disbelief, “Adler is dead? When?”
“It was extinguished simultaneously with the ‘Ritual Magic: Furnace of the Third Sun’ that you projected. Clearly, he had to choose death to contend with the powerful you.”
The Witch smiled.
But Hassan couldn’t smile.
He only felt a great emptiness in his heart, and an indescribable fear.
He stared intently at the Witch, realizing that he seemed to have accepted a gift he shouldn’t have.
“Who… are you?”
Hassan gazed at the Witch and said in a hoarse voice, “What is your name?”
“Morgan.”
Morgan smiled. “As a Mage, you should have heard of my name… I am Morgan.
“You don’t know what a great thing you’ve just done, Hassan. If you knew, you’d surely tremble with excitement at your valor and devotion.”
“I… what did I do?”
Hassan’s voice trembled slightly.
He realized something, but dared not admit it.
Morgan simply smiled and looked at him, slowly saying, “You will know soon.
“The stars… are about to fall.”
Update complete!
Ah, I saw someone asked, so I’ll mention it here…
I previously said the book would end at the end of May, which was based on the original outline.
This book was originally titled “Ouroboros Ring,” so it was scheduled to be released on May 21st and end two years later on May 21st, hence my mention of the end of May. A cycle of connection and completion in the name of love, isn’t that romantic?
However, my body has been unable to cope in the past few months, and the updates have been completely unstable. So, the progress is actually much slower than expected… It’s currently April 18th, but the plot here is actually from March.
Looking at it now, it would be good if it could end by mid-June or even the end of June. So, don’t worry about it suddenly ending. If my body can’t hold on, I will reduce the updates further, and worst-case scenario, I’ll write into July… But I don’t want to take too long a leave, as I worry I’ll collapse once I relax.
I’m going to the hospital tomorrow afternoon, so I might be back a little late. Don’t wait for an update, meow. You can read it the next morning.
