novelraw Chapter 668 - 668 661 Villains Qi Field
Chapter 668 - 668 661 Villains Qi Field
Chapter 668: Chapter 661: Villain’s Qi Field Chapter 668: Chapter 661: Villain’s Qi Field After the golden rainbow that spanned across the heavens disappeared, a massive human form of charred remains plummeted towards the earth. However, it fell less than ten meters before being caught by its companions. The three legends stared at Muria with a mix of fear and anger in their eyes.
“He survived my blow, earning the right to live. It’s your turn now.” Muria glanced at the shield warrior restrained by the mage’s elemental chains, and gave a slight smile. He had intentionally held back. With his power, he could have completely eradicated this legend, but there was no need. It would be a waste.
“Wait.” The mage suddenly called out, but Muria could see layers upon layers of magic barriers forming around him like eggshells. It seemed like he was trying to buy time.
“What’s the problem?” Muria raised his palm, a tiny particle of light as small as a grain of rice glowed at the tip of his index finger. It gradually expanded, and black space rifts appeared around it.
“What did you mean when you said Marceau didn’t die?”
“Marceau, you mean the Swordmaster just now?” Muria tilted his head, as the illusory god-light at the tip of his finger shot out again, directly bombarding the legendary mage.
In just the blink of an eye, the divine shield cast by the priest and his magic shield shattered instantly. Then, the light pillar fell onto him.
Just like the Swordmaster earlier, the figure of the legendary mage disappeared into thin air after the light pillar faded, seemingly perishing completely, just like the Swordmaster.
“Come out, don’t hide. My attack, do you think I can’t judge if its power can kill you?” Muria smiled, looking at the place where the legendary mage disappeared.
Right after Muria’s words, the legendary priest and the wanderer, who previously had faces filled with fear, watched in astonishment as hundreds of small, finger-length space rifts opened at the spot where the mage had been. Bits of element magic seeped out from within, then condensed into a vague thin figure that seemed like it could be blown away by a gust of wind.
“Did you intentionally show mercy?” asked the mage, who appeared to have been reborn.
“What do you think?” The smile on Muria’s face was warm, like a sunny youth, “If I wanted to kill you, you wouldn’t be standing here now.”
After speaking, Muria stretched out his palm, and a golden thunderbolt shot from a distance towards his palm and obediently landed on it.
“What about the Swordmaster? You said he’s fine, but I don’t feel his presence.”
“What about now?” Muria held the Spear of the Sun Chaser horizontally in front of him and lightly flicked it. Fragments fell from the God’s Patterns on the spear, attracted by an invisible force the moment they fell.
These fragments gathered in the center, then condensed into a fingertip-sized ball of light. As the ball expanded and contracted, its light faded, revealing a squirming flesh ball that was rapidly absorbing the surrounding elements to proliferate and expand rapidly.
“This is Marceau’s presence.” Looking at the flesh ball floating in front of Muria, the three legends wore startled expressions. They had not expected the Swordmaster to survive such a ferocious attack.
“You deliberately spared his life.” Seeing the scene before him, the mage understood. It was not that they hadn’t been killed by Muria, but rather that Muria had purposely spared them. In the face of a blow like that, no matter how strong the life force, nothing could have saved them. It would have been completely eradicated.
“You never intended to kill us.”
“Smart.” Muria looked at the legendary mage with a sly smile, like a fox eyeing a plump chicken. Among all classes, legendary mages were the rarest and most versatile, capable of both attack, defense, healing, and research.
“What do you want from us?”
“You were trying to hunt a dragon.” Muria spoke a hard truth, then spread his fair fingers to reveal golden scales. “I just happen to be a dragon, so you must pay a price.”
“You are a Golden Dragon.” The eyes of these human legends widened in astonishment. The guy in front of them had resorted to brute force right from the start, and he was nothing like the refined image of a Golden Dragon they had in mind.
“It’s this dragon that’s brutally slaughtering our humans, so we had to take action. We had no choice. We tried to dissuade it before, but instead, a holy knight was killed by it. Under these circumstances, what do you want us to do?”
The legendary priest took a step forward, trying to reason with Muria. According to his understanding of the Metallic Dragon Clan, Golden Dragons were usually reasonable, despite their difference in appearance.
“You can imprison or seal him, but you can’t kill him,” Muria said seriously. No matter what, he had to firmly side with his dragon kin, even if this Crystal Ancient Dragon was at fault. He had to make it seem like it was in the right. Besides, the dispute wasn’t instigated by the Crystal Dragon.
“It was you humans that started all of this. It’s all your faults. As far as I know, its offspring were brutally murdered by your human dragon hunters, which is why it sought revenge.”
“We didn’t stop it from massacring the dragon hunters, but every time it slaughtered the commoners. Those ordinary mortals didn’t do anything wrong.” The priest tried to argue, while the wanderer and the mage at the side were silent, having already noticed something wrong.
“Nevertheless, you can’t kill it.” Muria massaged his forehead, even though he seemed to be at a disadvantage, he still forcefully said, “You must pay the price for it.”
“What do you want us to do?” asked the legendary mage. He’d noticed that Muria had ulterior motives, and was simply trying to ride on his coattails, and it seemed to be intended for him.
“Sign a contract with me, serve me wholeheartedly for a thousand years. In exchange, I’ll spare your companions’ lives and let you live. How does that sound?” Muria threatened the legendary mage without a shred of moral courtesy.
“You’re threatening me with the lives of my companions.” The legendary mage was stunned.
“No, it’s not a threat, just a trade. Trade a thousand years of freedom for the lives of the five of you. Two hundred years for a legend. It’s a good deal.” Muria spoke with a grin, exuding the aura of a villain.
“…” The mage was silent.
“You have a quarter of an hour to think.” Muria extended his hand. The meat cocoon formed from the remnants of the Swordmaster in his hand was expanding rapidly. The beating of a heart resounded from it like a battle drum, as it nurtured a new body within.