Chapter 167: Primordial Essence: 10!

Chapter 167: Primordial Essence: 10!

Half a month later.

"Kill!"

Accompanied by deafening roars, a cavalry squad composed entirely of armored knights charged towards the Jaqar settlement.

Lances pointed forward, and soon a bloody path was carved through the crowd.

Various spells were cast in coordination, and even the Blue-eyed Jaqar, comparable to Great Knights, could only wail and die miserably.

"As expected of the Death City's forces, they are indeed formidable. Their overall quality is far superior to ours."

On the hillside.

Aya looked down at the scene below, her beautiful eyes sparkling:

"Death City has deployed over ten thousand soldiers this time, including two thousand cavalry."

"With this cavalry charge, the Jaqar will have a hard time gathering together, making it more convenient to deal with them."

Susan rode her horse closer to Aya:

"What should we do?"

"Gather together and search for small groups of Jaqar. We'll slowly surround and kill them, first fostering our army's cohesion before expanding the battle." Aya waved the whip in her hand and pointed towards the location of the Port of Freedom:

"There are no less than a hundred thousand Jaqar in this area. Even with Death City's forces, our numbers are still severely insufficient."

"We must control our casualties, or the squad will easily collapse."

She didn't have high hopes for this mission.

Although Death City's troops were fierce, their numbers were ultimately limited. Facing the endless Jaqar, if they were drawn into a protracted battle, the continuous deaths of their comrades would undoubtedly lead to despair.

This was a tough nut to crack.

Taking it slow and steady was the right approach.

It was unrealistic to fantasize about exterminating all the Jaqar in a short time.

Aya didn't plan to command the army to launch a full-scale attack. Instead, she patrolled the outskirts of the Port of Freedom, surrounding and eliminating small groups of Jaqar.

Without the influence of the Demon God's will, the number of Jaqar would only decrease and never increase. Eventually, there would be a day when they were completely eradicated.

"Death City's cavalry can only display their true strength at night. We can't take action at night, and it's difficult to coordinate with them..."

"Troublesome!"

She shook her head lightly and looked towards the location of the City Hall:

"If there were Legendary Knights following commands and working together with the squad, the battle would be much easier."

"Unfortunately..."

Legendary Knights were all proud and aloof, and it was impossible for them to follow the commands of a mere junior knight like her.

Even Karl acted independently.

"It's said that there's something valuable in the City Hall, and the Legendary Knights are all rushing inside. No one pays attention to the situation outside."

Susan spoke up:

"What could attract the attention of Legendary Knights?"

"Demigod Blood!" Connie interjected:

"Lord Sodan is trapped inside. Even if he's not dead, he's definitely severely injured. He possesses the blood of the Grand Duke."

"Lord Mevia can use his blood to cultivate Legendary Knights. Even if Lord Sodan's bloodline power is diluted, he can do the same."

"Actually..."

"It's said that deep within the City Hall, there are two Legendary Knights silently guarding Lord Sodan."

Demigod blood not only allows Great Knights to break through their limits, but it's also rumored to enable them to take another step forward.

Regardless of the reason, it was highly attractive.

"Hmm..."

As the group chatted, a long buzzing sound echoed from the distant battlefield, stimulating everyone's eardrums.

This sound signaled danger on the battlefield.

Oh no!

Aya's eyes narrowed.

Two Red-eyed Jaqar hidden among the Jaqar crowd suddenly charged out, swinging their claws towards the cavalry squad.

Their bodies were as hard as solid rock, and their hands were like indestructible weapons. Their strength and speed were even more formidable.

With a sudden rush, over ten horses were lifted off the ground and tossed aside.

"Oh no..."

Many horses reared up in fright, lifting their front hooves.

It was common knowledge.

The most crucial aspect of a cavalry charge was maintaining momentum. Once obstructed, it could lead to a chain of disasters.

The entire squad might be plunged into a dire situation.

Just as the Death City's forces were thrown into chaos, a figure descended from the sky, landing in front of the two Red-eyed Jaqar.

"It's Uncle!"

Aya smiled upon seeing this:

"Then it's fine."

"With so many Legendary Knights and Death City's own experts, they even dispatched Elder Karl. For Legendary Knights, the lives of ordinary people don't matter!"

As Susan spoke, Karl had already collided with the two Red-eyed Jaqar, leaving behind numerous afterimages.

By the time everyone's vision cleared, the heads of the Red-eyed Jaqar had been completely severed from their bodies.

"Hmm..."

Connie looked thoughtful:

"Elder Karl has become stronger."

A few years ago, although Karl could kill Red-eyed Jaqar, it was definitely not as easy as it was now.

Aya smiled faintly at Connie's words.

Stronger?

She had been following Karl and witnessing miracles all along.

From a knight-in-training to where he was today, it had been no more than twenty years, and he had been constantly improving every step of the way.

Not changing,

that would be strange!

...

Primordial Essence,

+0.2!

Feeling the message from the Divine Domain Fragment, Karl couldn't help but smile:

'Not bad!'

'Although the Primordial Essence gain ratio is currently four to one, the difficulty of cultivation has increased significantly. If I were to rely solely on my own efforts, this amount of spiritual power would still require over half a month of cultivation.'

Karl had no interest in saving the Death City cavalry; he was only interested in killing the Blood-Eye Jaqar.

After all, in his eyes, every Blood-Eye Jaqar was a Great Divine Favor.

Name: Karl

Constitution: 12

Mental Power: 7.1

Source Quality: 0.8

Level: Legendary Knight, First Circle Sorcerer

Abyssal Bloodline Fusion: 38%

"In ten days, I've killed eight Blood-Eye Jaqars, but it'll be hard to find any more nearby now."

Karl surveyed his surroundings and shook his head slightly.

Cavalry teams from various cities had arrived to exterminate the Jaqars, and if there were any Blood-Eye Jaqars, they would have shown themselves by now.

These two were most likely the last pair.

Hmm?

Melun!

With a slight movement of his eyes, Karl ignored the cavalry who was preparing to express their gratitude and dashed towards the area near the City Hall.

A moment later, he appeared on the city wall, landing beside a bloodied Melun.

"You're just a Great Knight, and even with some skills, it's too dangerous for you to be here," Karl shook his head upon seeing Melun's condition. "Where's my stuff?"

Melun forced a bitter smile.

Although he was a Great Knight, his true strength was not inferior to a Legendary Knight, which explained his great reputation.

Of course...

His strength was indeed not impressive in the eyes of others.

Now it seemed that infiltrating the City Hall was a wrong decision; he almost couldn't get out.

Demigod Blood!

It seemed that it wasn't meant to be his.

"Here."

Melun sighed and shook his head as he handed over a heavy cloth bag:

"There's an invisible monster inside the City Hall. Be careful when you go in."

"But compared to monsters, humans are even more dangerous!"

He glanced at his injuries, and his eyes dimmed.

He wasn't alone on this trip; he had a small team. However, as soon as they entered the inner city, a dispute arose.

Looking back now, it was clear that someone had done it on purpose.

Fortunately, he had sensed the danger and escaped in time; otherwise, he would have left his skin in the city today.

"An invisible monster?" Karl took the cloth bag. "Got it."

"Also, about the Zealant Potion..." Melun continued, "The price for similar potions has dropped, and it will be much harder to exchange for a Great Divine Favor now."

"It's fine," Karl waved his hand. "The price doesn't matter; as long as I get a Great Divine Favor, it's good enough."

"Oh, right!"

"Do you have a map of the City Hall? Do you know where the treasure might be hidden?"

"..." Melun's lips twitched.

"Yes, but I'm not going in there again. I'll give it to you."

His main job was an intelligence dealer, and he must have made many preparations for this operation.

Karl took the map from Melun and quickly unfolded it, comparing it with his own exploration findings.

It was somewhat useful.

But not very!

After seeing Melun off, Karl finally turned his attention to himself.

Ninety-two Great Divine Favors, in addition to the Divine Domain Fragment, provided him with 9.2 Source Quality.

Plus, the rewards from killing the Blood-Eye Jaqars...

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So...

Source Quality: 10!

The unprecedented value made Karl's breath catch, and he immediately allocated all the points to his constitution.

Constitution: 14.5!

Just a little more, and he would be in the late stage of the first circle!

The City Hall was divided into the inner and outer cities.

The outer city had long become a habitat for Jaqars and various ferocious beasts. Upon entering the inner city, an eerie silence enveloped them.

"Clack..."

Crisp footsteps echoed in the pitch-black corridor.

Several figures slowly emerged, and one of them reached out to touch the wall, immediately revealing a disgusted expression.

"It's sticky. Some kind of secretion, probably." A person holding a long knife spoke in a hushed tone, "Be careful. Something's off here!"

"Anyone can see that something's off!" someone spoke up, "But Lord Sundan is the lord of the Port of Freedom. Is there something wrong with him, making his residence so eerie?"

"Swish!"

A dark figure swiftly darted past them.

"What was that?"

"Careful!"

"Puff!"

"Puff, puff!"

Accompanied by several muffled sounds, the figures exploring the inner city fell one after another, and blood flowed along the ground.

Soon, footsteps echoed again.

Matthew cautiously entered the corridor, clutching a bone staff, his body trembling.

"Will I be okay?"

"Don't worry!" A blue shell on his waist vibrated slightly, emitting a faint sound. "Did you see the sticky fluid on the wall? It's the secretion of a first-circle creature, a Red Worm. As long as they're full, they won't move."

"What if they're not full?" Matthew's voice trembled. "I'll die!"

"Why are you so scared?" The shell spoke in exasperation. "The Red Worms have small appetites, and your bone staff can suppress them. There's no need to worry."

Upon hearing this, Matthew's tense mood slightly eased.

He was just an ordinary resident of the Port of Freedom, and he had sought refuge in Swift City after Karl brought him back.

By chance, he had found the shell on the beach, and since then, his fate had changed dramatically.

"Speaking of..."

Matthew whispered, "What's your story?"

"I told you, I can't remember clearly," Shell began, "I vaguely recall that I was a Tier Three Wizard, injured and hiding within a painting, waiting for a fated person to rescue me."

"Later..."

"It seems someone passed the painting's lady's test, but they sealed me again and threw me into the sea. Fortunately, I had some means; I separated a strand of thought and attached it to this shell, which you then found."

"Hmm..."

"So, I'm just a strand of thought from my original body, no wonder I've forgotten so much."

"Wizard?" Matthew blinked, "What's a wizard?"

"I don't know either," Shell replied with a dazed tone, "Your world is strange; it suppresses beings above Tier One and even devours their mental strength. I'm just a confused, defective remnant..."

"So, you must quickly become a Tier One Wizard, and then you can find my original body in the sea."

Matthew pouted.

In this world, the most common folklore revolves around rescuing demons and demon gods, often leading to trouble.

In his mind, the 'original body' Shell mentioned was likely a demon god; otherwise, why would someone be sealed and thrown into the sea? Fortunately, Shell's 'mind' wasn't entirely clear, so he could put it off for now, learn their abilities, and then figure out the rest.

Bloodline Wizard!

A powerful existence beyond even a Legendary Knight!

"Speaking of which, why do I need to risk entering the sea to become a Bloodline Wizard when any Tier One legendary creature can do the same?" Matthew asked, puzzled.

"I've already entered the realm of Bloodline Witchcraft, and my current strength rivals that of a Grand Knight. Besides, finding the remains of a legendary creature isn't that challenging."

"You know nothing," Shell scoffed, "The prefix 'Bloodline' in Bloodline Wizard emphasizes the significance of bloodlines in cultivation."

"This world is unique; beings above Tier One are suppressed, meaning many Tier Two and even Tier Three creatures here possess only Tier One strength. Such an opportunity is unheard of elsewhere."

"Only by seizing the bloodline of a Tier Two or even Tier Three creature will your chances of advancement increase. After all, there's no potion here to aid in breaking through to become a formal wizard, but advancing to Tier Two will be more challenging."

"Shh..."

"Someone's coming."

Shell abruptly stopped talking, and Matthew's body tensed as he gripped the bone staff and slowly walked out of the passage.

Before him stood twelve stone pillars and a copper gate beneath them.

This was a square occupying hundreds of square feet, bustling with people. Some were in groups of three or five, while others were alone, as if waiting for something. Matthew glanced around, his heart tightening.

Legendary!

Bloodline Witchcraft was adept at perceiving life auras, and he sensed the massive auras in the square.

Several Legendaries!

In a dim room, sharp piercing sounds and clanging metal echoed as several phantoms swiftly crossed paths.

"Boss!"

"I can't hold on!"

"Careful!"

A legendary knight, his face masked, muttered, his body flickering like a ghost as he collided with several legendary creatures.

"Boom!"

The force of the impact caused the figures to suddenly split apart.

Although the legendary knight was powerful, the legendary creatures facing him were no pushovers, and their numbers were on their side.

They might not defeat the legendary knight, but his companions would likely not escape this encounter unscathed.

"Masked Knight."

At that moment, a gentle, soothing voice called out from outside, "Need any help?"

"You...?" Masked Knight's eyes widened, "Is it you?"

"Yes," the newcomer approached, their pure white robes exuding an aura of purity, brightening even the darkness.

"Masked Knight, it's been nearly a hundred years since we last met, hasn't it?"

"Hmph!" Masked Knight coldly humphed, "You hid in the Holy Temple, and I thought you were dead. Why are you here now?"

"Could it be..."

"Does the Holy Temple also desire the Demigod Bloodline?"

"No," the newcomer shook their head, "I'm here to find someone. You must have heard of him—the mysterious potion master from Swift City."

"Karl!"

"He killed the Holy Temple's Seven Elders."

"What?" Masked Knight shrugged, "With your strength, you still can't handle him?"

"..." The newcomer fell silent, then said after a pause, "I'll help you with your current problem, and you'll help me deal with Karl. Your sacred seal can restrain his physique."

"Hmm?" Masked Knight's eyes flickered, "Karl... He has the Demigod Bloodline, and you..."

"Never mind!"

"Help me with this first."

"Alright." The newcomer nodded, drawing a sword from their waist and holding it vertically in front of them.

"Guardian Ring!"

"Holy Law!"

A massive, concentrated, sacred aura burst forth from their body, causing the legendary creatures to retreat continuously.

This scene also made the Masked Knight's eyes turn grave.

(End of Chapter)

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