Chapter 1448 - 777: Ascension Codex (Part 2)

Chapter 1448: Chapter 777: Ascension Codex (Part 2)

Lance stepped forward, entering the city, and the entire city seemed to come alive with agitation in the next moment...

"Waaagh!!!"

"For Hamlet!"

"Fight! Mouth—Teeth!"

...

Amidst the dense buildings of the city, large areas were destroyed, countless creatures twisted from flesh and blood lay down to become piles of meat mountains, corpses everywhere, blood flowing freely, and the overpowering stench had blurred their senses.

The warriors were also covered in blood; though they appeared a bit disheveled, they were not defeated yet. At this moment, their gazes naturally turned towards the other side.

A scrawny but bizarre fellow, like a bamboo pole, his head covered with a human skin cloak, hiding his horrific face.

Though there weren’t obvious signs of flesh mutations, the skin exposed bore strange black runes.

He was also quite disheveled, not at all like a cult leader, a powerful Legendary Caster.

Leaning on the magic wand to support his frail body, he couldn’t tell how many bullets and arrows had hit him; something even tore exaggerated wounds on his body, yet no blood flowed out.

Only the collapsed houses and the piles of corpses and flesh were evidence of how fierce the battle had been.

At this moment, the cult leader’s attention was entirely focused on the man in front of him, ignoring others blocking the battlefield around.

In front of him stood an ordinary-looking man, yet in such a battlefield, he bore no stain of blood, appearing rather eerie.

No one knew better than the leader, as he poured a series of spells onto him, yet nothing happened, and the terrifying part was that even the Power of Flesh and Blood, meant to affect the body, was ineffective.

Though he lost part of the [Great Blessing]’s power, why couldn’t he defeat even the usual soldiers?

When he tried to peel the soldiers’ flesh, the other’s control over flesh was even stronger than his. Who truly was the cult leader here?

Both will and flesh were so formidable that there were no weaknesses; such horror was utterly inhuman!

The cult leader seemed to understand that only one would leave alive today, finally deciding to thrust the magic wand into the ground, spread his arms wide, and murmured:

"All things decay, only I Ascend!"

Suddenly, the surrounding spiritual essence stirred restlessly, a mysterious power spread out in an instant, the corpses and flesh began to move, the dead, cold flesh convulsed once more, exuding a blood-colored mist and transforming into black ash-like flesh.

The surrounding people sensed something trying to strip their flesh, but it was suppressed in an instant, followed by Lord’s command.

"Move out, keep your distance."

The crowd withdrew, watching the blood mist continuously gather around the cult leader, forming an exaggerated whirlpool.

The wounds quickly healed, the shriveled muscles became healthy, the frail body ballooned rapidly like a balloon, ripping through the clothes.

Remarkably, he remained in control, perhaps due to the absence of the old ancestor, or perhaps he could indeed control that power.

When the complete form finally appeared, it was clear why he was so tall; he tore off the shredded clothes, revealing a humanoid monster over two meters tall, with bulging muscles.

An evil aura almost forming strands of black smoke surrounded him, accompanied by strange wailing audible to the crowd, pressuring even people like Dismas and Boudica to remain solemn.

The cult leader completed the second phase, his dark eyes locked with Lance standing motionless, and, without a word, his enormous figure displayed terrifying agility; with a stomp, his entire figure blurred, and in the next second, appeared before Lance.

The leader’s eerie eyes remained fixed on Lance’s smiling face, and without hesitation, he swung a punch at his face.

At this point, the outside crowd barely kept up with the cult leader’s pace, their expressions filled with terror as they watched the punch.

But before they could react, the punch roared through the air, the force tearing the air, shockwaves rippling off the punch as if space couldn’t bear it and cracked.

It seemed like the next moment, the punch would explode a head...

"Boom!"

A dull thud, flesh and blood splattered.

The surrounding people’s movements paused, but they saw not their Lord’s head exploding, but the cult leader’s punch missed, and his own head was half-blown apart.

They couldn’t even see their Lord dodge the punch or strike back; if not for the sudden appearance of dark gauntlets on his hand, they wouldn’t have imagined such damage with just one punch.

The energy was too high for even the cult leader transformed into a monster to withstand with his potent life force. Less than two seconds and the enormous figure slumped down hard.

Lance flicked his hands as dark flames dissipated, muttering with minor disappointment.

"Waited for so long, and this is it?"

The fallen monster was left with half a head, and it responded, its one eye staring at Lance, its mouth quivering trying to speak.

"God..."

"Your god can’t save you now. He... I’ve taken care of him." Lance cut off the chatter, lifted his hand for sacrifice, the Void Devourer cleared away that gigantic body.

Lance intentionally led him into the second phase, hoping something good would come out (flies rub hands).

Sure enough, the reward wasn’t spiritual essence; it was a uniquely styled book, which he theatrically picked up from the ground.

Bone cover, human skin pages, painted with blood, even holding it made a power attempt to bewilder him, evil aura trying to corrupt his spiritual essence.

Opening any page showed seemingly spilled crushed organs and brains, random patterns, or maybe they were constantly shifting.

Nothing was written, yet everything was written, holding precious knowledge desired by many, countless secrets...

Common folk would be twisted or enchanted on obtaining it, but for geniuses like the old ancestor, they might comprehend ground-breaking knowledge.

They’d continue researching, and if they fantasized about reviving the Primordial God, the sect of Ascension, previously obliterated, might resurrect.

Holding the [Ascension Tome], Lance suddenly understood.

It wasn’t the old ancestor who created the Sect of Ascension; there existed a cult worshiping the Primordial God, which the old ancestor then hijacked; no wonder they called the old ancestor the New God.

The old ancestor cheated even the cult, making them work, he being the black broker reaping their contributions, neither side had the same goal, utterly abstract.

This explained why the cult’s upper management appeared independent, not undergoing bizarre modifications, and their sorcery differed, unaffected by the old ancestor’s demise.

But none of that mattered; Lance felt the thing in his hand was just trouble, expecting good gear but receiving a pollutant.

Even more distorted than anything encountered before, it seemed almost alive.

Could it be a discarded object by the Primordial God to lure people to unlock the seal?

Merely this thought made Lance laugh; how absurd...

But offering this to him made him question its meaning.

Was it something even He couldn’t handle? Or...

Amidst chaotic thoughts arose fear, this emotion felt unfamiliar...

"My Lord!"

External calls woke him, and seeing the crowd approach, Lance immediately closed and tossed the thing into the display room; he could withstand its corruption, but others might be driven mad with just a glance.