Passive Inheritance System for All Occupations

As if wanting to grab something in mid-air, Petelgeus raised his upper body vigorously, opened his palm that was dripping blood with his fingers bitten off: "How can there be such arbitrariness and unreasonableness in this world?" The power?! Ahh, I can't resist, I can't even bring up the slightest thought of disobedience, as long as I experience this power! It's really incomprehensible, completely unreasonable, so powerful that it is inexplicably powerful, it is too out of bounds ...However, although I can't figure it out, the power itself is wonderful! Yes, very wonderful! Please, please, please, please, allow me, with this inactive and lazy body, to feel such a wonderful power of diligence again !"

Petelgeus's expression was full of unspeakable madness and joy, and the meaning contained in his words was completely out of order.

Really, madman...

Facing Petelgeus' request, Chen Mo frowned slightly in disgust.

In the moment before, although nothing unusual seemed to have happened in the room, he was certain that something that could not be seen with the naked eye had burst out of Petelgeus' body.

And the evidence is the "invisible thing" that was burned away by the light of mind just now.

Is it some kind of magic with visual glitches or light glitches?

Recalling the magic that he had come into contact with about this type of hidden attack, Chen Mo couldn't help feeling the distribution of magic essence in the room.

Red, brown, blue, cyan, dark purple, bright gold... The six series of magic elements are evenly arranged in the air, and there is no sign that someone has just released magic.

In addition, around Petelgeus, all the six elements of magic retreated into a blank circle, as if a scourge was ahead, and they did not dare to cross the boundary at all.

Where is this what someone who has just let go of magic should look like?

The six-element magic element did not dare to get close at all. In this situation, let alone high-level magic, I am afraid that even the lowest and cheapest magic would be impossible to use.

Not magic.

Quickly making a judgment in his heart, Chen Mo's gaze on Petelgeus became meaningful.

In the historical records of Witch Cult in various countries, in addition to explaining the relationship between it and the Witch, there are other things that he is quite concerned about in the remaining few words.

——The favor bestowed by the witch, the authority of the bishop.

It's just that most of the documents with relevant records are already very dilapidated, and it is difficult for people to draw conclusions that are close to the facts from the scattered and fragmented information, so Chen Mo has always held a skeptical attitude towards this.

But now, seeing Petelgeus display abilities that he couldn't understand with his own eyes, this just confirmed the authenticity of the records in the ancient books.

The authority governed by the Witch Priest is real.

"Is it power?"

"...You, do you know?"

Petelgeus's face filled with joy fell into a stagnation, and the dark gray pupils slowly expanded, reflecting Chen Mo's calm face.

"Ah, yes, power."

The broken finger flicked wildly with the movement of the arm, and the dirty blood splashed into the air. The physical pain seemed to be treated as passion material, and the madman expressed his praise with enthusiasm.

"Beloved, prove it! The original sound of love! This is it! Ah... to be loved! Love! Love! It is love! What a wonderful thing! The love that guides us forward!"

The moment the enthusiasm reached its peak, Petelgeus' fanatical gaze fell on Chen Mo again. The next moment, dozens of silver-white flames exploded around him in vain, dyeing the entire lounge white.

After a while, the silvery-white flames that dazzled the vision gradually dissipated, and the little phosphorous flames slowly fell from the midair. Chen Mo was still sitting on the chair steadily, without even shaking his eyelids.

"……what?"

Seeing Chen Mo sitting on the chair safe and sound, Petelgeus looked slightly astonished for a moment, and then began to violently scratch his hair. The dark green hair was pulled and broken, and there was a smell of rancid resentment in the air.

"Love! Love! Can't be fulfilled! I'm waiting for the test of fate, how can I be stopped so easily——but! But but but!! Fingers can't reach it! The degree of [love] is not enough! I can't touch it I don’t need my fingers! A body that can’t move even after exhausting efforts is [laziness]! Ahhh, my own [laziness]! The brain is trembling!!!”

With countless scarlet bloodshot eyes staring wide open, Petelgeus yelled uncontrollably, madness and indignation intertwined, making his madness take a step further.

Hearing the harsh voice of the madman, Chen Mo frowned slightly and stood up from the chair, holding a long sword with dark purple luster in his right hand at some point.

"Sure enough, this one is easier to use."

Feeling the slightly warm hilt in his hand, Chen Mo turned his wrist slightly, and the amethyst blade whizzed through the air, leaving a series of blooming sword shadows in the air.

"……sword?"

The madman was taken aback for a moment, and then a look of ecstasy immediately appeared on his face, and at the same time he clasped his hands together——

"Innocence! Innocence, innocence, innocence, innocence! Facing the result of being loved! Facing the proof of being loved! Just using a sword to take away the fate of diligence? This innocence, this underestimation of the enemy, this This arrogance, this negligence—you are lazy!!!”

An invisible existence full of viciousness suddenly penetrated the space, and invisible violence surrounded him from all directions. Petelgeus showed a gloomy smile at Chen Mo.

Up, down, left, and right, covering all dodging space attacks.

Unavoidable, lock all attacks in all directions.

"This is exactly the end of doting! The result of my love! The next trial will also be my—"

"is it?"

The madman's speech announcing his victory was interrupted, and a silver-white sword shadow burning with scorching flames lit up from the encirclement, and passed over his neck in the next instant.

"Goo...?"

Petelgeus opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but the blood foam in his throat made him unable to utter a single syllable.

"It's not very flattering to talk too much, so please be quiet."

The intense pain spread out from the center of the spine, and a very thin line of blood slowly emerged from Petelgeus's neck.

With the sword just now, Chen Mo didn't just cut his trachea open, but chopped off his entire head.

"Goo... woo woo..."

The madman couldn't even utter a dying scream, and his head fell to the ground. The dirty scarlet splashed blood flowers, adding a bit of coldness to the dimly lit lounge.