Sorcerer: I want to be an Academic Prodigy Chapter 518

Chapter 518: Chapter 516: Lethal Trick

If someone had recognized these beads, they would have surely cried out “Chaotic Space Pearls” and fled swiftly, probably wishing they had a few more legs.

However, aside from Old Aick, who was prepared to face death, the high-ranking officials of the Black God Society on the cliff had no idea about this and were indulging in fantasies about cooperating with the insect guards to slaughter their enemies and restore clarity to the Black God Abyss.

“Boom, boom, boom—”

As the inventor of the Chaotic Space Pearls, Ivan's creations were bound to be exceptional.

Five pearls unleashed together, a feat unprecedented.

The power that erupted was likewise without precedent.

The fabric of space became abruptly chaotic, and a mid-sized spatial turbulence formed close to the mountain wall. The Power of Space shattered everything around it, and the Spatial Blades indiscriminately sliced through everything in the vicinity, including those insurmountably ferocious insect guards.

In that second, their enormous bodies became mere targets, their thick insect armors crumbled upon contact, followed by their flesh disintegrating as if it were foam.

Everything around the epicenter of the Chaotic Space Pearls melted away like ice and snow.

“Damn it, there's a great danger!”

“Be careful!”

“Quick, defend with me!”

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Amidst the terror and smoke, a deadly presence pressed close to the cliff above, causing Muri and others at the edge of the plaza to suddenly change expression, turning ashen as though they were corpses.

They had never imagined that the inconspicuous reserve insect guards would betray them, causing such a startling chaos.

Without time to ponder, the Spatial Blades were already wreaking havoc, leaving them no choice but to hastily defend themselves. They transformed the insect smoke into strong shields, desperately holding them up while urgently retreating.

The sharpness below was too overpowering; if they did not retreat, they too would perish. They could no longer afford to protect the reserve insect guards nearby.

As for the insect guards at the bottom of the cliff, they were likely doomed.

Thinking this, the High Priest Muri felt as if his heart was being torn apart. Those insect guards were carefully nurtured by the Black God Society for many years, the effort expended was immeasurable.

Now, in a single moment, all was destroyed.

“Hiss!”

Under the ravaging spatial turbulence, the cliff quickly suffered damage as well, the plaza atop it crumbling bit by bit, forcing the group to retreat even further.

In the critical moment of grave danger, a roar filled with rage erupted, instantly resonating across the entire Black God Abyss.

The instant that roar spread, time and space seemed to briefly pause.

Hearing this sound, Muri was startled but then overjoyed, his sorrow turning to elation.

“Welcome, my lord, the god!”

Muri was the first to react, exclaiming with fervor, followed by the other masters echoing in, all fearful of being the last to do so.

Were it not for the violent spatial turbulence, they would have wished to prostrate themselves on the ground without hesitation.

The remaining reserve insect guards on the plaza had no such reservations; they knelt directly, kowtowing even at the risk of exposing themselves to the raging turbulence.

A glossy black insect antenna emerged, weaving through the dark mist, thrusting directly towards the center of the spatial turbulence.

Wherever the immense black antenna passed, the spatial chaos was smoothed away.

In a short span, the overwhelming spatial turmoil came to a halt; if not for the devastation surrounding them, one might believe nothing had happened.

When it was over, the black antenna turned into a streak of dark light, surging into the deity statue on the side of the plaza.

The statue appeared ignited, the divine light raging fiercely, visibly to the naked eye.

Muri and the others were trembling in fear, but only Aike stood erect, activating the Chaotic Space Pearl hidden on his body.

“Vermin, my master has arrived. Will you not crawl back to your gloomy trench? Danaila does not welcome you.”

With his rapid curses, another spatial turbulence was born, instantly sweeping across the plaza in all directions, enveloping the increasingly mysterious statue as well.

This time, the dark tendrils were half a beat too late.

After a series of hurried booms, the plaza was reduced to a fraction of its size, with only Muri and Bro remaining, alongside the damaged statue whose divine light had dimmed, appearing utterly disheveled.

“So Aike is also a traitor.”

“Gone in an instant, gone in an instant–”

Years of accumulation had nearly vanished into nothingness. The surviving Muri and Bro felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave; their expressions were so vacant, and their hearts started to bleed once more.

What made it even more hateful was that they still didn't know who the enemy was, having yet to face them directly.

As the saying goes, speak of Cao Cao, and Cao Cao arrives.

Someone arrived nonchalantly, as if to enjoy the spectacle.

“Humph, you larvae of the Black God Society, your great elder Locke has returned.”

“Enough, Locke, don't waste words with them. A mere Black God Society, emerging from who knows where, thinking to control me, a sorcerer–it's truly absurd.

Come with me, let's eradicate these remnants once and for all, to prevent these pests from bothering us in the future and disrupting our peace.”

Muri and Bro had seen arrogant people before, but never a sorcerer so unrestrained, who didn't put the Black God Society in his eyes at all.

Thinking about how the Black God Society had been slaughtered, Muri and Bro didn't know how to retort for a moment.

“It's you, Ivan Marichardon, you repeatedly blaspheme the gods, you vile criminal!”

“And you, the rogue Locke, who appeared from nowhere, you are too presumptuous!”

Years ago, to save their instructor Randall from the Black God Abyss, Ivan and Lockley had collaborated from within and without, causing upheaval around the Black God Abyss outside Pengdala City, where Muri was one of the Level 3 masterminds.

Muri had a vivid memory of the two, having investigated them and not forgotten the shame of that time, preparing for future vengeance.

But he hadn't expected the two to venture back into the Black God Abyss, more fiercely than before.

On seeing them again, Muri recognized them immediately, his voice becoming grindingly intense, regretting that they hadn't been eliminated on their last encounter.

“Pfft! Our boss used just a little trick, and your Black God Society's elite backbone crumbled to ash. Now you play the part of a peerless warrior–aren't you ashamed?”

“Enough, talking to them is useless. We should save our strength to annihilate this nest at once.”

Ivan flipped his hand, and a dark long-handled scythe appeared in his grasp–the Mystical Black Scythe, once gifted by the Black Scythe Lord, specialized in cutting through dark tendrils.

The Mystical Black Long-handled Scythe seemed to mirror the Black God Abyss, its edge extraordinarily sharp, and its aura agitated, becoming quite exceptional.

“Prepare to die.”

Ivan charged ahead, with Locke, Jannie, swamp ants, and Korram following closely behind, vowing to slay the remaining remnants before them.

Others were still clearing the escapees scattered throughout the Black God Abyss.

“Dastards, do not push people too far!”

Muri and Bro's eyes turned red as they stared at them, their furious roars accompanied by a thick purple fog that billowed from their bodies, swiftly enveloping the surroundings.

Within the purple poison fog, their bodies transformed, morphing into two huge, ferocious monster insects.

At the same time, thick fog in the nearby chasm turbulently rolled, occasionally forming insect shadows or long snakes, as if something were brewing within, emitting a pressure that left people gasping for air.

Chapter end

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