Omega Summoner

“Have my head? It seems a worthless elf that has yet to even reach her first century is yapping. Are you mad that I aided in the downfall of your pitiful city?” The Mad Warlock Cristobal stated.

The Evergreen guild and Levin Cloud wanted to kill Cristobal, but they cannot move. The magic circle restricted their movement. Adrian could tell that this was sort of a cutscene but the game not controlling them.

A lot of players stated their displeasure of not controlling their body during a cutscene. The developers listened to the player’s suggestions and made sure that cutscenes are deleted. The developers did become smarter about it as using the boss monsters being invulnerable or the players being caught in a trap like this.

Adrian is thankful that they managed to reach Cristobal in the appointed time. The timer also stopped and disappeared when they landed on the magic circle. The timer stopping could only mean that they will be given ample time or unlimited time to deal with Cristobal.

The disappearance of the timer is either a blessing or a curse. It could be a blessing because they will not be pressured to finish off the boss in a given amount of time and they will not fail because there is no time limit. A curse because having no time limit means the game judged that the boss is too difficult to handle for there to have a time limit.

Adrian is sure that the time limit is erased because of the Mad Warlock’s strength. The only thing that worries him is the small vial of red blood hanging on Cristobal’s neck. He could clearly see that the vial is Asmodian blood.

“You should know that Asmodian blood could become poison if handled the wrong way. It is also extremely volatile.” Adrian stated in order to throw off the Mad Warlock despite him not believing it will work.

“You say that because even you demons have not found a way to get the delicate balance needed to transform any other being into a perfect being. Even the demons are not perfect because they cannot use elemental magic.

I had centuries of practice. You have seen my failed experiments roaming around like the garbage they are. After trial and error, I finally found what I missed in my equation.” The Mad Warlock prattled.

“You used all these elementals just for that. At least failure never displeases you. If only every person in the world is like that.” Adrian jokingly stated.

“After gathering all the blood of the five asmodian races, I thought that would have been enough, but I was wrong. Even with all of their blood, I was not able to synthesize the potion to turn me into the ultimate being.

The potion did prove effective against the higher elementals as it bent them to my will. After exploring that guardian’s mind, I finally arrived at the thing that I am missing and that is blood from an Asmodian. I scoured the main world and was finally able to get my hands on a small vial of blood.” The Mad Warlock Cristobal stated in joyful glee.

“What will happen if he drinks that potion?” Mariposa asked.

“Even I do not know for sure because records of Asmodians are far too little even for the Daemos. The records only said that they are the first creations and perished when the dark gods invaded. They sacrificed their lives in order to seal away the dark gods.” Adrian replied.

Just the few words ‘first creations’ made everyone’s jaw drop. It has been stated in stories that the first to be created were always exceptional.

“Enough chitchat. All of you are my witness for this momentous occasion. Watch me transcend the confines of the human body!” The Mad Warlock Cristobal shouted.

The Mad Warlock Cristobal then mixed the vial of Asmodian blood with a larger beaker filled with some sort of potion. The red colored potion in the beaker turned into a mixture of streaks containing the colors of purple and blue.

The Mad Warlock Cristobal showed no hesitation and drank the potion. He savored every drop from the potion as it was delicious beyond anything he tasted. The potion tasted like the most heavenly drink ever and Cristobal even licked the beaker to make sure every drop is not wasted.

After the Mad Warlock Cristobal finished the potion, he felt elated, and a smile filled with ecstasy is seen in his face. But that smile soon disappeared, as his face looked like he was about to puke. The Mad Warlock’s body suddenly felt hot, and he started to take of his robe.

Everyone saw the horrendous and morphed body that the Mad Warlock Cristobal is hiding in his robe. Cristobal’s body is just like his experiments as it could only be called an abomination. It was different masses of limbs of animals or monsters. Some with weak stomachs even gagged just at the sight of it.

“You wanted to get the perfect body because you fear what every mortal fear and that is death.” Adrian stated as he saw Cristobal’s state.

The shadow of death has been looming over the Mad Warlock Cristobal for quite some time now. The shadow of death wants to claim the soul of the Mad Warlock, but it cannot. The Mad Warlock Cristobal kept doing experiments on his body to prolong his life even if it was just a day.

“I can feel it! I can feel my body transforming me into the most perfect being!” The Mad Warlock Cristobal stated in a crazed tone.

The magic circle that restrained the raid party also activated. The magic circle started absorbing their mana in order to give it to Cristobal who is at the center of it. The whole party’s mana is becoming the foundation for the spell as Cristobal cannot cast it himself.

“He is using us as a way to complete his transformation. It was his plan to lure us hear. He needed the mana of other people to activate the magic circle.” Cersei warned..

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