Chapter 279: The Lich in the Manor Basement
Chapter 279: The Lich in the Manor Basement
"A single drop of blood residue contains 377 points of essence, and even if it's not from the Moon Goddess, it must be from some other deity."
Karl's eyes lit up as he examined the spearhead in his hand:
"Although it's incomplete, its shape matches exactly what I saw in the Tolguga Island murals. It has to be the real thing."
"The Godslayer Spear!"
The Godslayer Spear was a creation of mortals.
It was a weapon crafted by the people of another world, born out of desperation, to resist the oppression of the deities.
Unfortunately, the human rebellion was ruthlessly suppressed by the gods, and even that piece of history was buried in the river of time, with only the Tolguga ruins providing a few records.
This weapon, however, became a symbol of the deities, indirectly fulfilling its purpose.
Rather than a mere weapon, the Godslayer Spear was a peculiar poison, a poison that thrived on faith.
To ordinary people, it was just an ordinary weapon, perhaps even rusty.
But to the gods who fed on the faith of their followers, it was a poison that was difficult to eradicate.
Even a being as powerful as the Moon Goddess, who had reached the Archdeity Realm, was pinned down in the void by it.
Shaking his head, Karl set the broken spearhead aside and turned his attention to his data panel.
Name: Karl
Constitution: 45.3
Mental Power: 42.2
Essence: 445
With such a vast amount of essence, even at a ten-to-one ratio, it could boost a value by several dozen points.
If only he had obtained it earlier...
"Hey!"
"There's no point in thinking about it."
After a moment of thought, the value in the Mental Power column jumped slightly, instantly reaching the fifty-point threshold.
Fifty points of Mental Power meant a Third Circle Warlock.
Advancing to the next stage was the easiest for a Third Circle Warlock, as Karl had already constructed Third Circle Sorcery back in the Second Circle.
"Boom!"
It was as if a barrel of oil had been ignited, and his Mental Power surged from his brow, sweeping through his limbs and bones.
In an instant, the world seemed to plunge into chaos, everything blending into a chaotic mass, like an egg or a fetal egg, from which a bright light emerged, suddenly bursting through the chaos, and from this light, the elements of fire, wind, and water were born, and all things came into existence.
Third Circle!
This breakthrough was smoother than ever before, with almost no hindrance, effortlessly crossing the boundary.
Karl's body floated in the air, surrounded by flames, his eyes flashing with thunder, as if a divine being had descended.
"So, this is the power of a Third Circle Warlock?"
He raised his hand and looked at his palm, and a sense of controlling everything naturally surfaced in his mind.
With a wave of his hand, a fire dragon roared into existence.
With a thought, a ball of fire several meters in diameter appeared above his head and quickly compressed to the size of a ping-pong ball.
Although its size had changed, its power had not diminished in the slightest and was even stronger due to the compression.
"The power of the Flame Law!"
Karl's face showed contemplation:
"The Secret Order's heritage is indeed extraordinary. I've just advanced to the Third Circle Warlock, and I can already skillfully wield the power of the Law. If I had trained in another heritage, I probably wouldn't have achieved this level until the mid-Third Circle."
"Now, I don't need to construct spell circuits. As a Naturalist, I can instinctively use First Circle Sorcery, and Second Circle Sorcery isn't much trouble either."
As he progressed, his understanding of Warlocks deepened.
"Warlock Apprentices construct spell circuits, master casting techniques, and increase their Mental Power. Official Warlocks undergo a transformation in their Mental Power, allowing them to sense the Astral Plane and explore the principles of Sorcery. Second Circle Warlocks further approach the Astral Plane..."
"And Third Circle Warlocks complete the transformation, reshaping their bodies with Mental Power, enabling them to walk in the Astral Plane to some extent, becoming 'Astral Beings'."
No wonder Warlocks looked down on Knights.
No matter how powerful a Knight was, they couldn't harness the energy of the Astral Plane to travel between worlds and grasp the universe's truths.
"Even deities are no match for Warlocks in this regard."
Although deities could travel to other worlds, when they left their Divine Realms and distanced themselves from their followers, their power diminished significantly. Therefore, when gods wanted to visit another world, they often sent their followers to expand their faith.
Coming back to his senses, Karl sighed again.
"The Eastern Kingdom Continent in the Main World is home to deities, and Warlocks can't rely on Astral Energy there. The Moon Goddess's barrier in the Otherworld also limits their power. I guess I'll have to go to the Warlock Continent after all..."
"I never thought that increasing Mental Power could also bring about physical changes.
While his physical attributes didn't increase, his body became more agile, allowing him to effortlessly perform complex movements.
Additionally, his affinity with fire has improved.
If there are martial arts techniques with fire attributes, Karl can quickly master them, and their power will be stronger than others.
With a flip of his hand, a divine technique called 'Fire God Spear' appeared in his palm.
"A divine technique cultivated by the Fire God bloodline..."
"Even if I can't cultivate it, I can try to integrate it into the Ten Thousand Buddha Palm, enhancing the power of my palm techniques."
"Now!"
"Let's resolve this historical issue."
The manor.
Dressed in a white robe, Karl descended the stairs and approached the basement door, which was engraved with intricate runes.
Pausing for a moment, he gently caressed the door.
"Whoosh..."
As he moved, the runes on the door faded like melting spring snow, revealing a dark red door.
Karl knocked lightly and, with a smile, pushed the door open.
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The basement hadn't seen a visitor in many years. Cobwebs were everywhere, and the air was damp and musty.
"Tap... Tap..."
Footsteps echoed in a rhythmic pattern.
Karl curled his fingers, and several soft halos of light appeared around him, illuminating the room.
The dimly lit basement was sparsely furnished, with only a row of cabinets against the wall and a desk in the center.
Behind the desk, a painting hung on the wall.
The person in the painting was very familiar to Karl—it was none other than the Master of the Black Swamp, the Grey Robe Warlock, Addison.
"We meet again."
Gazing at the portrait, Karl sighed softly, "So, it's true that a cunning rabbit has three burrows. You feigned death in the Black Swamp and possessed someone in the Magic Forest, but you still left a remnant soul here."
"Huff..."
Before Karl could finish, a gust of chilling wind suddenly blew through the room, and the person in the painting blinked as if alive.
Hmm?
Karl's eyebrows furrowed, and the next moment, he found himself in front of an ancient manor.
"An illusion?"
"So real!"
"I remember you." A hoarse voice echoed from within the manor, "A Warlock apprentice from decades ago, I never expected that in such a short time, you would become a Third Circle Warlock?"
"Yes." Karl flicked his sleeve, and a staff appeared in his hand. He looked at the figure in the manor, "No wonder I always felt something was amiss. You never came down, and it turns out you're just a remnant soul of a Third Rank Lich!"
If he had come down earlier and encountered the prepared illusion, he might not have been able to escape.
Of course.
That was in the past.
Now, he is already a Third Circle Warlock, while the other is merely a remnant soul of a Third Rank Lich.
Indeed!
The Grey Robe Warlock, Addison, appeared to be a Second Circle Warlock, but in reality, he was a Third Rank Lich.
"I'm from the Calim Continent, a nomadic Warlock."
Addison looked at Karl and spoke slowly, "Due to a unique experience, I was transported to this Warlock-restricted area and trapped here. To break free, I had to find another way, and the Addison you met was a separate consciousness I sent out to possess a body for cultivation."
"Karl!"
"Since you've become a Third Circle Warlock, you must have had your own encounters. But I've lived for nearly eight hundred years, and I possess knowledge and experience that you lack. How about we join forces? If you help me out of this predicament, I'm willing to teach you everything I know."
"That won't be necessary." Karl raised the staff in his hand, "I have a way to see through your secrets."
"So, you think you have me figured out." Addison's expression darkened.
Hmm?
Karl narrowed his eyes, and a sudden heaviness weighed on his heart.
Damn!
This time, the power emanating from his opponent was far beyond his expectations, not even close to the initial stage of the Third Circle.
When Addison was at his full strength, he might have been a late-stage Third Circle or even a Fourth Circle Grand Warlock.
Fortunately...
There was only a remnant soul left.
Even with some tricks up his sleeve, Karl wasn't afraid; at most, he would have to pay a price. But as it turned out, the price was far more severe than he had imagined.
(End of Chapter)
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