Chapter 40 - The Strange Immortality Spell, Blood Magic (1/2)
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Gordon roared as the magic in his body rapidly drained and fell like a precipice breaking off of a mountain.
Saint-level, archmage, archmage…
He wanted to break free, but then he realized that his body was unable to move.
“Don’t you want to live forever?”
The blond man had a strange smile on his face. “Then you must become just like them, become a part of my body, and we will live forever in this world together!”
As he spoke, the golden-haired man pulled open the buttons on his collar,
“They… they are…”Gordon’s eyes widened as he watched the horrifying spectacle in front of him.
The struggling human faces in front of him were once famous saint-level mages on the sacred continent.
“Don’t tell me that you have made them all… devil, you are a devil!”
The golden-haired man grinned while Gordon roared at his face.
“This is the pinnacle of alchemy. It’s a brand-new product that is neither magic nor combat, and I shall name it: blood magic!”
“Become a part of my body and witness this glorious moment of blood magic with me.”
“Gordon, this is your honor.”
As soon as the blond man finished speaking, Gordon, the top-tier saint-level mage, was sucked dry into a contorted mummy.
“I can’t believe I haven’t broken through level nine saint!” The blond man looked at the terrifying face on his chest and curled his lips.
“Gordon is too useless. He only provided me with this little power.”
The blond man licked his lips, and his eyes were filled with anticipation. “HOw dare he steal Ruhr’s skull from me?
“Hehe, after I complete my last experiment, I will definitely find my way to Nightsky forest.
“I wonder what kind of surprise will absorbing a powerful necromancer will bring me!”
Gordon’s mysterious death made the entire Mage Guild and the higher-ups of the Spirit Tower furious.
A dignified saint-level mage was actually killed in his own cell with a cruel and strange method.
No matter what, this matter would always be a slap in the face of the Mage Guild and the Spiritual Tower.
A bloody storm was about to spread across the entire sacred continent.
At this moment, the Nightsky Forest, which was thousands of miles away, was quiet and peaceful.
After Bronzebeard tweaked the furnace, it started to operate again.
The Ancient Tree of War was different from the Ancient Tree of Knowledge, it had a huge tree trunk that looked strange and shiny.
At a glance, it looked like a big iron pot. At the top of the Ancient Tree of War was a big chimney.
At that moment, under the flames of the Magic Furnace, waves of hot air spread across the Ancient Tree of War.
“Little brother, from today onwards, you will be my assistant. Come, have another sip of blazing elixir and we shall toast our friendship.”
Chirs’ lips twitched as he looked at the wine jar that Bronzebeard handed over to him.
Friendship my *ss!
We have only known each other for less than twenty minutes.
So where did our friendship come from?
“Wait, that assistant you just mentioned, what’s going on?”