Lord of Mysterious Wizard-Chapter 526 - 487 Fool’s Ship

Scorching steam, glinting with a black sheen, was sizzling out of McGraw’s body. His head drooping, his body curled up, he let out a vague roar, and strange green veins erupted all over him. A violent force he had never felt before gathered like a river, like a flood, rampaging within McGraw’s body.

The monster was gradually merging with McGraw, as a strong "desire for destruction" took hold of his brain, which he had always preferred to use for thinking.

Click clack!

The solidified world suddenly began to crack. The first to awaken was the leader of the Holy Guidance Sect, this naked young man, still following his previous state, trying hard, grinning fiercely, and stuffing a rotten heart into McGraw’s mouth.

But what greeted him was a "monster" like face; McGraw was laughing too, and his laughter was unrestrained.

The youth watched McGraw’s somewhat deformed mouth, that continuously opening and closing set of silvery-white teeth, and the splashing saliva, feeling an eerie sensation emerging.

Who, in the end, is the monster?

This doubt surfaced in the mind of the Sect leader.

"You treated me to something to eat, so let me treat you back."

"Boom!"

A fist, wrapped in steam and swollen in size, twisted McGraw’s waist and abdomen and then hammered towards the young leader’s head. The surface of the fist, where no skin texture remained, was replaced with a pitch-black undertone and flecks of dark golden radiance moving on it.

The distance between them was far too close, the young leader had no chance to escape. Panic and fear flashed in his wide-open eyes, then vanished entirely.

Bang!

The head exploded, just like a ripe watermelon smashed by a great force. Whether it was the skull, the brain pulp, or the flesh, they all turned into filthy "mud dots" splattering in all directions, yet before they could reach McGraw, they were roasted to char by the scorching steam.

Atop the Corpse Mountain, and on the ground, dozens of yellow-robed cultists awoke simultaneously, as if instantly falling into a controlled state, their manic eyes turned towards McGraw.

Within the restored "Sweet Rain," the decayed flesh and blood reversed its flow under the warmth of the sun’s rays and in the blink of an eye, reconvened into a naked body. The "resurrected" leader’s face regained its sanctity and mercy.

He shone with light as if he were a "Saint" descended to Earth to guide humanity.

"Kill him!"

As the leader’s words fell, dozens of yellow-robed cultists simultaneously shed their yellow robes, revealing their white and beautiful bodies. However, there wasn’t a trace of self in their eyes, they all leaped down at once.

Accompanied by the sound of "bang bang bang," through the thick yellow smoke that could not be dirtied any further and the scalding steam emanating from him, McGraw watched each yellow-robed cultist leaping down from the Corpse Mountain bathed in the warm sun.

Their fair bodies were stained with rotten yellow spots, and a distorted crimson spread, mutating their limbs, heads, and trunks.

The first "Monster," breathing violently, its sharp claws easily slicing through solid stone, thick "Corpse Fluid" dripping down, corroding pits into the ground. It had lost its eyes, a mouth full of sharp teeth and toxic sludge took up most of its head.

"Hiss~"

As if it were a signal, when this drooling hiss erupted.

A blinding flash of sunlight flitted across McGraw’s vision and looking again, dozens of monsters were already charging towards him.

The first mutant "Bloodthirster," its pair of sharp claws about to touch McGraw’s body, its disgustingly wide-open mouth devouring towards McGraw’s head.

Behind it, within the dense fog, dozens of similarly terrifying Beast Shadows pounced.

Not far away, the remaining twelve survivors on Corpse Mountain were also mutating, but they didn’t seem as successful.

But one thing, McGraw saw clearly.

All the "survivors," oh no, now they could only be called the Polluted, had that part of them that belonged to themselves completely disappear from their eyes.

A complex shade passed through McGraw’s eyes.

Immediately after, an unstoppable, surging murderous intent burst forth.

A pitch-dark aura emerged from McGraw’s abdomen, spreading and covering the youth’s body like it had a life of its own, with dark gold radiance emerging. Unimaginable scorching steam spewed forth.

The thick yellow fog that filled the earth cave, at this moment, was as if stricken by a heavy blow.

A tropical storm of steam swept through the earth cave.

"You all deserve to die."

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Amid McGraw’s roaring, the first "Bloodthirster" in front of him, like a dirty sheet of paper, was torn to shreds by an invisible force. The disgusting flesh didn’t have time to splatter before being swept away by the steam hurricane, along with the other monsters within the earth cave.

And, the "mountain" piled up from hundreds of human bodies.

Once the illusion was lifted, the genuine stench once touched by steam became even more overwhelming, enough to make people wish they could cut off their noses and pass out.

On the ground, the leader of the Holy Guidance Sect slowly descended from the air.

He smelled the nauseating odor, his face showing an intoxicated expression. He also sensed the terrifying danger in it, along with his eyes that held a saintly, merciful look, appeared tangled due to the scenes within the earth cave.

The "Bloodthirsters" he had placed great hopes on were currently experiencing ravage.

Not a single Bloodthirster could withstand a punch or a kick from McGraw.

In the storm, a real "Monster" is rampaging, destroying those filthy, Fallen lives.

The young man, trapped in an indecision dilemma.

"To flee now? Then everything I have done for Lord Gafaro would have been in vain, it took me months to build Gafaro Mountain, to successfully select so many Believers, to start over again..."

"If I don’t leave, can I defeat this guy who has some sort of damn Misfortune to be favored by a Big Shot?"

The second doubt merely circled his mind before an answer emerged.

No!

Although he acquired a kind of Undying Body to a certain extent after believing in "Gafaro," this witchcraft that allows him to gather and rebirth from tainted flesh and blood at any time doesn’t endow him with great Combat strength.

Against ordinary people, or Transcendents who are not adept at hand-to-hand Combat.

Being a leader with witchcraft like Spiritual Enchantment, blood and flesh rebirth, Holy Song Chanting... He’s insurmountable.

But if his opponent becomes a "Monster" that can’t be Enchanted or Polluted, he’s directly plunged into a life-and-death crisis.

At this thought, the leader casually puts on a Red Robe, turns around to leave.

"Perhaps I should have chosen ’Battle Priest’ instead of Bloodthirsty Divine Servant, which has resulted in a glaring weakness..."

The young man just took a step, his foot suddenly stalled, as if he thought of something, excitement appearing on his face.

"No, no, there’s still a chance."

"My choice wasn’t wrong, only by becoming a Divine Servant can I reborn endlessly, can I have such a perfect body, can I become the leader of the Believers... Combat? Why should I fight, I just need to offer the sacrifices I found for Lord Gafaro to the great Him, that’s enough."

"As for the Believers who are sacrificed, it is their honor."

Murmuring quickly, the young man turns back to the earth cave.

Below, Combat had just started for a few seconds, but it was already an overwhelming momentum.

Although those "Bloodthirsters" can also be resurrected through "Gafaro Mountain," their speed is far inferior to the leader’s, and the amount of flesh and blood consumed is also very vast, their numbers are sharply reducing, and the addition of those twelve Polluters is futile.

The young man stands firm, in an Abnormal posture, his hands pierce into his chest, forcibly tearing open a gap, the fresh red blood "glug-glugs" out, bizarrely not falling but Floating in the air, gradually assembling into a "river of blood" flowing towards the skies, to that peculiar "cloud."

The low Chanting sounds start again.

"Great Master, You are the end, the beginning, and also the Rebirth, You created the eternally peaceful Gafaro’s Country... Your humble Believer begs for Your descent, to descend into this filthy, Fallen Earth, to taste this delicious sacrifice in person."

"Humble Believer, not asking for rewards from the Master, only wishes to kiss the earth You have trodden, the purified Earth."

In the horrifying Prayer scene, within the chest forcibly torn open by the young man, suddenly appears a delicate, deep yellow wooden boat, sailing along the blood river towards the clouds above. The boat is carved with a dozen people, each performing frenzied actions.

Inside the earth cave, as the young man’s Chanting continues, the heads of "Bloodthirsters" burst open before even approaching McGraw, their flesh and blood vanishing into the air; dying in this way, there’s no chance of resurrection.

As the fanatical Believers consecutively offer themselves, the crazed Human figures on the boat begin to "come alive."

Clouds tainted with "Sweet Rain," preventing the sunlight below, a crack is forming, spilling down with a yellow ghost light.

An extremely terrifying aura begins to permeate.

On the ground, the young leader’s face gradually reveals a fierce smile.

He seems to see the moment when the great "Will of Gafaro," descending through that "Fool’s Ship" that sails between two Worlds, what kind of Misfortune the damn lucky guy would encounter, and the reward he would receive for offering the delicious sacrifice.

He looms from above, wanting to glimpse the final expression of that limping boy.

But at this moment, he suddenly finds that his head, his body, has Solidified.

No, it’s more than that.

The entire World, again, has Solidified.

The flowing blood river, the clouds bringing down Sweet Rain, trying to open more gaps, all frozen by an invisible Divine Power.

In the void, a pale hand reaches out.

It grasps towards the "Fool’s Ship" that had come alive, the "Mysterious" crack above, the deep yellow ghost light struggling, trying to fall down and connect with the boat.

Unfortunately, that unknown, Mysterious "Him" is not as powerful as the young man envisaged.

The pale hand, takes the wooden boat from the blood river.

Boom!

The World moves again, the blood river immediately turns into rain of fresh blood falling, inside the earth cave, a fist gleaming with dark golden light, wrapped in hot Steam, stretches incredibly from the ground bellow, bursting upward, reducing the peculiar cloud to Nihility.

The young man wants to Roar, but as the Corpse Mountain, clouds are dispersed, and the Curios boat is taken away, his Extraordinary Power within is waning.

His once perfect body begins to wither, his skin and flesh starting to Rotten, various diseases wiped away are now entangling him again.

The "rotten dwarf" once again emerges, soaking in polluted blood, collapses weakly, his eyes show despair and resentment, and then looks towards McGraw, leaping from the cave, gradually turning into... pleading.