Journey to the Wizarding World

Chapter 468 God of Calamity
"After being expelled from the tribe, I thought I was going to die."

"But I didn't expect that the black mist season can pollute all the mist. It didn't take my life, but strengthened my ability, so that I can not only communicate with the Jag-tooth wolf, but also control the more powerful Bra Gray Wolf."

"And the price is what it is now."

As he said that, Quint showed a painful expression on his rotten face.

Enzo stroked his chin with a thoughtful expression on his face. He probably already understood the matter. An inferior species with awakened abilities was expelled by the tribe during the black mist season, but he did not die in the wilderness because of it. Instead, he became more powerful. the power of.

"No wonder, the evil ones are called the minions of the God of Calamity."

Enzo muttered to himself, his eyes shining brightly. The reason why the black mist season is called the most terrifying season is mainly because of the terrible black mist that can pollute everything. After pollution, they will lose themselves and fall into madness.

However, after Quint absorbed the black mist, he did not become crazy, but instead strengthened his ability. This seems to mean that the mist is a kind of tonic for evil spirits.

But it has a price!
"Why did you attack the Tatar tribe?" Enzo asked again after a while.

"Tatar tribe?"

Quint looked puzzled, shook his head and said, "I don't know which tribe you are, but you are just controlling the wolves and attacking indiscriminately on the plain."

"What's the reason?" Enzo asked.

"There is no reason."

"No reason?" Enzo narrowed his eyes, and his expression became dangerous.

"It's true!" Quint quickly explained, "I don't know why I did this. It's just that since the awakening of the power, a voice has been echoing in my mind, driving all my actions."

Enzo frowned slightly.

According to the detection of the chip, Quint was not emotional when he answered himself, so it seemed that he was not lying.

"The inferior species of awakening abilities is called Xieyi!" Enzo's eyes flickered, thinking, ": Xieyi's abilities can be strengthened through black mist, and black mist represents the power of the god of disaster! "

"That is to say, the reason why the powers of the evil spirits have been strengthened is because they have absorbed the power of the God of Calamity!"

"At the same time, after the evil spirits absorb the black mist, their actions will also be affected by the God of Calamity..."

A strange look appeared on Enzo's face, and he murmured, "If all the inferences are reasonable, then this situation seems familiar!"

God of Disaster!

The God of Blood Slaughter!

The two gods born in the War Ghost World represent two opposite sides. In the tens of thousands of years of the world's history, the two indigenous gods have been fighting secretly, always eager to get rid of each other and gain complete control of the world.

However, it is not so easy to do all this!
Both the God of Blood Slaughter and the God of Calamity are indigenous gods bred by the world. Although there is a gap in power between the two, it is not obvious. Even though the God of Blood Slaughter defeated the God of Calamity and supported the war The ghost clan became the ruler of the world, but they still couldn't completely suppress each other.

It is precisely because of this that only two of the three seasons in the world are ruled by the God of Blood Slaughter. During the season of black mist, the earth will fall under the control of the God of Calamity.

In order to strengthen his rule over the world, the God of Blood Slaughter gave the War Ghost Clan a god-given stone tablet. Through the above cultivation methods, the War Ghost Clan can master extraordinary power, and at the same time let his own power influence them.

"It seems that the God of Calamity also made the same choice as the God of Blood Slaughter..." Enzo murmured.

The God of Blood Slaughter controls the tribe of the War Ghost Clan with the cultivation method on the god-given stone tablet.

The God of Calamity, on the other hand, used the power of the black mist to lure the war ghosts to degenerate, and let the evil people become his minions. In this way, he continuously strengthened his influence on the world.

"Regardless of the God of Disaster or the God of Blood Slaughter, the difference in strength is not enough to completely kill each other." Enzo stroked his chin and thought, "Therefore, these two indigenous gods shifted the battlefield to the opposite world." In terms of control, by controlling more extraordinary people, you can continuously expand your influence!"

"It seems that it is somewhat similar to the behavior of the gods competing for faith in the first era of the wizarding world..."

A hint of understanding appeared on Enzo's face.

At this moment, Quint, who was bound by the shadow not far away, suddenly became ferocious, and let out a terrible roar at the same time.

The next moment, his body changed in vain.

From the body bound by the shadow tentacles, large pieces of rotten flesh and blood fell from the skin, and a black mist full of strange aura emanated.

A trace of solemnity appeared on Enzo's face, and he took a few steps back slightly.

Ow!

Immediately afterwards, there was a wolf howl, and Quint turned into a half-human, half-wolf monster, broke free from the shackles of the shadow tentacles, and rushed forward fiercely.

The werewolf Quint had a ferocious influence, his body was covered with black hair, and underneath was rotten flesh and blood. He waved his arms, black and sharp claws were entwined with black mist.

Stab la la!
With a thought in Enzo's mind, the shadow shield condensed and blocked the attack of the werewolf Quint while making a sharp and ear-piercing sound.

"Shadow Scythe!"

On the spot, with a thought in Enzo's mind, the shadow shield flickered and turned into a giant scythe, and then swung it violently, directly chopping off the head of the werewolf Quint.

Boom!

The head of the werewolf Quint rolled to the ground, and his rotten face looked extremely hideous. It seemed that his original appearance could no longer be recognized. His facial features were all blurred together like rotten flesh, leaving only a pair of pitch-black eyes.

The next moment, the head on the ground turned into a cloud of pitch-black mist, condensing into a shadow like a ghost in mid-air.

"The breath of the wizard..."

The hoarse voice of the Black Mist Specter made Enzo feel a little familiar, as if lightning flashed across his mind in an instant.

"The god of disaster!" Enzo narrowed his eyes.

"Bad breed?"

The ghost of the black mist floated in the air, looked at Enzo below, and suddenly screamed, "No! No! You are not a war ghost at all!"

Enzo took half a step back, with a solemn expression on his face.

"A breath that doesn't belong to this world! Who are you?" The God of Calamity said condescendingly, with a hint of majesty in his hoarse voice, "I am the ruler of the world, the God of Calamity and Fog!"

"Mortal, no matter where you come from, kneel down for me!"

After all, on a pitch-black plain, a black mist rolled up, like a ghostly ghost.

"Humph!"

Enzo snorted coldly, and the Soul Bone Wand appeared in his hand. With a slight pause, the shadow on the ground immediately spread like a tide.

"It's just a projection? Do you dare to be so arrogant?"

The shadow formed an independent domain, dispelling the encroaching fog from the surrounding area. With a thought in Enzo's mind, the shadow tentacles bounced up instantly, and attacked the ghost of the black mist not far away.

Stab la la!
The tentacles of the shadow pierced through the phantom of the black mist, and the projection of the God of Calamity's power collapsed, and a voice of despair came suddenly.

"Mortal! You are blaspheming the gods!"

"Wait, the power of the mist is about to cover this world, I will make you pay the price and repent in endless fear..."

As the sound gradually faded, the aura of the God of Calamity completely dissipated, and the plain under the night returned to calm, leaving only a rotting headless corpse lying there on the ground.

Enzo put away his wand, then bent down.

"Absorb the power of the God of Calamity to obtain extraordinary power, but as a mortal, he cannot bear this power." Enzo muttered to himself as he glanced at Quint's headless corpse.

At this time, the corpse had returned to its human form.

The gray hair of the werewolf on his body faded away, leaving only rotting and festering skin, and the stench emitted, as if he had been dead for a long time.

"Chip, scan!" Enzo ordered in his heart.

The headless corpse was completely decomposed, and could not even maintain its shape. Under the chip scan, a series of information and data were all displayed, making Enzo's face involuntarily revealing a thoughtful expression.

"The muscle activity has completely disappeared, and it has been at least a year!" Enzo stroked his chin and muttered to himself, "This means that a year ago, Quint awakened his supernatural power in the Gaosuo tribe and became an evil supernatural power." After that, his body has lost its normal activity."

"In a sense, he already belonged to the dead at that time, but he relied on the power of the God of Calamity to maintain his body's movements!"

"However, although this power can make Quint act like a normal person, it continues to affect him. If there is no accident, he will completely lose his will in half a year at most!"

Afterwards, Enzo shook his head.

"It's really the same method. No matter whether it is the god of blood murder or the god of disaster, or even the ancient gods in the first era of the wizarding world, they are not very aware of the way they treat mortals!"

"In order to obtain the power of [belief], the gods bestow their own power on mortals, allowing believers to gain extraordinary power, but the final outcome of this path will without exception make them lose themselves and become a part of the belief in gods."

Enzo stood up and looked at the night.

"Now it seems that the ancestor of the wizard is really a great existence. He can establish the wizard system and civilization with the god of mortals, and finally overthrow the rule of the gods. He is indeed the only one in the endless history of the multiverse. !"

A trace of emotion appeared on Enzo's face.

Afterwards, he looked at the headless corpse on the ground. Although he had lost most of the Calamity God's power, there was still a small amount of energy left on the headless corpse.

The energy that is almost negligible can be preserved as experimental material.

Enzo hesitated, and collected the headless corpses on the ground.

Then, he had a thought.

Shadow crows in the sky looked down at the earth under the night, and on the endless black plain in the distance, groups of fires flickered.

It was a hunting party of the Tatar tribe.

After Enzo killed the werewolf Quint, the Blair gray wolves that had attacked the camp fell down one after another, turning into rotting flesh, while the other Jagtooth wolves fled in all directions because they lost their command.

call out!
Under nightfall, Drogo threw a bronze spear and nailed a Jagtooth to the ground. He was leading the blood warriors of the Horde to hunt the surrounding Jagtooth.

"No need to chase!"

At this time, Drogo stopped suddenly, looked at the several sharp-toothed wolves that had fled away, and raised his hand to signal the blood warriors behind him to stop chasing.

"Taka, how's the camp going?"

Then Drogo turned his head and asked a blood warrior who had been bitten in the chest by a Jagtooth wolf.

"The pack of Brar gray wolves are all dead."

Taka hesitated, and said with an ugly face, "However, the situation is a bit strange. The group of Brar gray wolves were not killed by us, but all fell down in an instant just now."

"Moreover, the corpses of this group of Brar gray wolves all emit a stench, as if they have been rotting for a long time, and they cannot be taken back to the tribe as prey at all!"

Drogo frowned slightly, his face dark as water.

The harvest season is coming to an end, and the hunting team of the Tatar tribe was supposed to return to the tribe, but they were attacked by wolves tonight, and the situation was weird everywhere.

Seeing that the black mist season is coming, this is really not a good omen. Drogo made up his mind that after the hunting team returned to the tribe, they must hold a grand sacrificial ceremony to please the blood-slaughter god and let the tribe Get more power to protect the tribe.

Afterwards, Drogo and the others returned to the camp.

On the wilderness in the distance, Enzo's eyes flashed, cutting off the shadow crow's vision. He first looked around and then returned to the camp.

After a while, members of the Tatar tribe's hunting team returned to the camp.

Due to the sudden attack of the wolves, the hunting team suffered a lot of losses. At least ten blood warriors were killed by the sharp-toothed wolves, and more than half were injured.

Drogo looked even worse.

Such a loss, for the Tatar tribe, is already a traumatic injury. I knew that before the Tatar tribe fought a battle with the Mandi tribe in the wild forest hunting ground, only a dozen blood warriors were injured, and four blood warriors were injured. die in battle.

This year's harvest hunt did not go well.

"Fortunately, we hunted that fire-fanged mammoth at the beginning!" Drogo comforted himself in his heart. In the most serious harvest hunting of the Tatar tribe every year, the casualties did not exceed ten people, but this time, there were twenty One blood warrior died, and almost all members of the hunting team were injured.

Fortunately, this year's prey is more abundant, and there is even a fire-tusk mammoth as a tribute to the Gaosuo tribe.

"Brother Drogo!"

At this time, Taka on the side opened his mouth and asked in a low voice, "The injured clansmen have been settled, and the prey has been dealt with, but what about the corpses of those Brar gray wolves?"

"Concentrate and light it up!"

Drogo frowned and said with a slight sigh in his heart. He had checked the corpses of the Braar gray wolves just now, and they were all rotten without exception, and they couldn't be brought back to the tribe as prey at all.

"Hope everything goes well!"

Drogo prayed in his heart that he could lead the tribe back to the tribe smoothly. After all, the wolf pack attack tonight was full of weirdness, which had already caused heavy losses to the Tatar tribe hunting team. Next, they must return to the tribe as soon as possible to prepare for the next black mist season.

(End of this chapter)