Beating Instances through Words Left by the Dead

Chapter 167: Chapter 144: Immortal True King, God of the Mortal Realm

Perhaps due to not getting enough sleep, waking up was rough, and Luz hadn’t completely left the stone coffin before delivering a punch to the neighboring Bishop Rivor’s face.

Though both were monsters, there were differences.

Both were failed attempts at the Blood Moon Eternal Life ceremony, but Luz was an old noble who had experienced it once before, and among them, his Blood Moon Energy concentration was among the best.

Compared to Luz, Rivor was at most a nouveau riche, lacking foundation and being vastly inferior in size.

The head mutated into a bloom was punched open, the upper body suddenly fell back, returning to slumber.

Luz, transformed into a giant of flesh, saw his muscles swelling by the second, shattering the stone coffin before he stepped out.

Due to the early end of the Blood Moon Ceremony, Luz lacked significant Blood Moon Energy, and with shattered consciousness acting on instinct, targeted nearby monsters.

He seized the sleeping Rivor, opened his mouth wide, and bit off Rivor’s blooming head.

Blood spurted from Rivor’s neck, the detached blood instantly turned into pollen blanketing the air, causing other monsters to sneeze.

The pollen grew buds wherever it landed, whether walls or other monsters’ flesh, resembling Rivor’s previous head.

Wu Chang activated the Thunder Skill Fragment, setting an electric net before him, turning incoming pollen to charcoal, then remarked to Han’er, ”Didn’t expect Luz to be a vegetarian.”

Monsters coated in pollen frantically scratched their flesh, as if trying to dig out parasitic flowers.

But the flower roots were deep, regenerating swiftly despite the scratches.

Closest to Rivor, Luz’s condition was most severe, covered in flower buds, becoming a giant moving garden.

Yet Luz was unfazed, biting Rivor’s neck, sucking deeply.

In mere breaths, Rivor was drained into a husk, the buds on monsters withering alongside him.

With the perspective from the Soul Cleansing Banner, Wu Chang saw Luz violently plundering Rivor’s Blood Moon Power, eradicating Rivor at the source, resolving the bizarre pollen ability.

Strong machinery couldn’t combat high attributes, demonstrating overwhelming force’s capacity to shatter ten technical abilities.

The highest in status, Luz moved first, followed by fellow old nobles unreservedly beginning to ”pick food.”

Driven by instinct, they began seeking weaker targets nearby, launching assaults.

Having just consumed a vegetable salad, Luz seemed unsatisfied, rudely scrambling for other food.

Already fractured in reason, monsters further descended into chaos under the Loud Horn’s influence, initially wary of Rivor, but soon fighting without reservation.

Soon, ten monsters were brawling as one, slaughtering each other.

But regardless of their fighting, they maintained a mutual understanding: none dared provoke the figure on the Golden Throne.

They didn’t dare, but someone did.

Wu Chang took a deep breath, retrieving the Loud Horn once more.

Risking potential failure of the hidden side quest, he’d turned this clientele into irrational monsters solely to use as cannon fodder, to drain Mikhail I’s abilities, forcing his hand.

Unexpectedly, these creatures were cowards to the core, even in madness, still fearing to act as King Slayers.

If they wouldn’t move, he’d do it for them.

Ooo~

The Loud Horn sounded again within the underground crypt, under Wu Chang’s 98-point Inspiration’s influence, its waves made the monsters clutch their heads, wailing.

Wu Chang looked towards the Golden Throne, observing Mikhail I completely opening his eyes, though vacant, still in a slumbering state.

Alright, alright, oh, a goldfish type?

Mikhail I, sleeping with eyes open, saw his internal stagnation disrupted, as life’s flame reignited in a primarily red hue, mixed with white, black, gray, and a hint of gold.

Wu Chang cast Calamity, entering Spirit Body state, pointing at Mikhail I, a rush of black mist spewing from his fingertip towards Mikhail I.

Fake sleeping? I’ll make you pop up!

Mikhail I sensed something and tried dodging, but in his half-dead state, unable to evade, he took the full impact of this Calamity.

”Target’s Inspiration Will Attribute sum below user’s two-attribute sum’s 50%, trigger effects: ’Plague’, ’Inviting Calamity’”

”Target safeguarded by special status, each abnormal effect will be individually judged, 60% chance to resist said abnormal effect, ’Plague’ judgment succeeded, immune for target.”

’Inviting Calamity’ judgment failed, target gained ’Inviting Calamity’ effect.”

’Inviting Calamity’: When influenced by Inviting Calamity effect, target will face constant accidents, misfortunes, frequent surprises, effect determined by target’s and user’s Inspiration Attribute difference.”

Wu Chang sighed, too bad the Plague didn’t hit, or else he’d have made Mikhail I erupt joyfully, turning his Golden Throne into a Golden Toilet.

But the Inviting Calamity effect was powerful too, causing Mikhail I to fidget uncomfortably.

It was evident in his pupils’ divine light gathering, seemingly ready to awaken any moment.