Chapter 2198: Today’s Recipient Is Different
“But according to the memories I’ve absorbed, because Outsider Demons only enjoy watching the fun and rarely issue Divine Revelations, and the people they find aren’t their believers, the Mark holders each have their own ambitions,” Via continued.
“Some use it only for themselves, some form organizations but attribute the source of their power entirely to themselves, some have completely different understandings of gods and are hostile to each other, and some even aim to kill the Outsider Demons.”
“Huh? Try to kill a god? Are they out of their minds?” I laughed. I’ve met several gods, and the difference between gods and humans can’t be described as simply langit and earth; it’s definitely greater than the difference between humans and ants.
“Speaking of the Witch Society, their goal is the Soul Casket of the Research Society. This incident was actually caused by them. After they researched Origin Stones, they broke the seal on the Demon God,” Via said again.
“What?!” My Female Leader, and everyone else, were shocked. This was an outcome we never expected.
“The Archmage back then built the cemetery under the meteorite carrying Origin Stone energy to use the power of the Origin Stone to seal the Demon God’s Avatar. The Witch Society learned that the mine owner had a close relationship with the Research Society and knew that the Soul Casket had a purifying effect on Origin Stones. They deduced that if they broke the Demon God’s seal and let the demonic energy leak, the Research Society would definitely bring out the Soul Casket to resolve the anomaly here, allowing them to seize the Soul Casket at that opportunity.”
I was stunned by what I heard. So all these troubles were caused by the Witch Society wanting to snatch a Sealed Object, leading them to make so many arrangements.
It was no wonder this Witch leader knew Origin Stone magic, and no wonder mutated witches were seen in the mine. They had been researching Origin Stone seals for a long time. Those witches who became Mutants were probably caught by the Origin Stone’s erosion after going down to destroy the seal and failing to escape.
“So, the anomaly in this Origin Stone mine was actually a defense mechanism formed by the loosening of the seal and the leakage of demonic energy?” I recalled the scene I had seen earlier, where the mutants were fighting demons.
“Yes, when the seal is broken, the great magic left by the Archmage within the meteorite will activate, absorbing surrounding demonic energy, polluting the surrounding creatures, and doing its best to suppress the leaking demonic energy,” Via nodded.
This meant that our assault on the mine from the outside was actually increasing the pressure on the seal, further weakening the Demon God’s power.
Oh no, I came here to break the Demon God’s seal. I’m mistaken; my mindset hasn’t caught up. I’m here to be the bad guy.
“She’s not lying, is she?” I looked at the witch on the ground. She was already on her last breath, unable to even speak, yet she was still alive. In response to my question, she just parted her lips and smiled.
“I’ve also figured out why she’s not dead. They used Origin Stones to carve a batch of their own statues, and then used magic to divide their souls and seal them within the Origin Stone statues. As long as that half-soul is fine, their physical bodies won’t die,” Via said again.
Isn’t this just the Lich’s method? This method of dividing one’s soul to achieve immortality is quite popular. Although simple and effective, it’s easy to end up with schizophrenia.
According to Via, these witches were not good people at all. They could even be called wicked, often accepting contracts for assassinations, poisoning water sources, and spreading plague and dengue fever among commoners.
“Forget it. Leaving them in the world is also a scourge. I’ll send you on your way,” I took out the Divine Seal and pressed it onto the witch, offering her up.
But this time, it wasn’t the familiar aura of Beelzebub, nor did she get eaten directly. Instead, a malice that destroyed everything surged from underground, giving me a similar feeling to the Destructive Power left on the witch.
In an instant, the witch’s immortal body turned to dust, incinerated without a trace. Then, that Destructive Power surged madly into my body.
Sigh, this isn’t right. Why isn’t it the Great Fly today? Did Baal directly intercept the sacrifice because the King of Destruction’s seal was right beneath our feet, and we were closer to it?
So, what surged into my body became Baal’s destructive magic. I had already accepted His blessing once, so this time was familiar.
I acquired a new spell, a curse spell called Bloody Mana, which causes enemies to harm themselves when they use magic by consuming their mana.
Well, this is also a bonus. I didn’t expect any precious rewards anyway. My goal was just to kill this witch. Her abilities were too terrifying and bizarre, making her impossible to defend against.
Actually, she shouldn’t be dead yet. Although I offered her body as a sacrifice, the other half of her soul, which was split off, was still sealed in that Origin Stone statue.
However, having her physical body taken away all at once and half of her soul destroyed, even if she didn’t go mad on the spot, she suffered a severe blow. Moreover, after losing her physical body and half her soul, I estimate she has no other path but to become an undead. At least she won’t be able to come here to cause us trouble in the short term.
“Then, let me see the time artifact I snatched from her,” I said to Giselle. I had absolute control over Giselle, and she obediently handed the artifact to me.
The artifact felt soft when I held it, and it was slightly warm, feeling like a real heart. I strongly suspected what the raw material of this artifact was.
When I squeezed the artifact, three broken mirror pieces unfolded. Looking through the pieces, I actually saw a different scene: a wall without cracks, slightly different from what my eyes could see directly.
“Perhaps I can find a place to test this effect. Ah, right, I know where I can try it!” I clapped my hands and led everyone back the way we came.
Soon, I found the destination I was looking for: that unfortunate Glutton believer who was stuck to death in the wall. I opened the mirror pieces and saw his tragic death again.
At this moment, I suddenly had a telepathic connection and reached out to play with the clock on the artifact. The picture showed some subtle differences: the bloodstains began to flow backward, returning to the body of the corpse.
I sped up the rotation of the hands. The blood flowed back directly, and the extruded internal organs returned to the body. Then, this Glutton believer truly came back to life and walked out of the wall that had crushed him to death.
This process took a bit long, but I took a deep breath and poured my magic into the time artifact. In an instant, the clock’s hands spun counterclockwise at high speed.
I felt my entire body’s magic rapidly flowing into the artifact, and the scene before my eyes was exactly as I had seen in the broken mirror earlier: blood flowing back at high speed, and the soul that had left its body returned to itself.
