Chapter 164: Offering Your Soul to the Evil God

Turzan believes that still time is undoubtedly one of the most difficult areas of magic, but fortunately Winter is a flamboyant person and she has never concealed the power of her magic.

The interval between two domain magics is about 1 minute, which is why he had to sacrifice his body.

What bombarded the Winter Witch were no longer light fists, but magic created by the Goddess of Life to cut off life. Most of these magics had been lost before the Third Era, and her believers gradually transformed into priests who focused on blessing and protection. Only in the temple of the Church of Life was there any mention of the group of people regarded as the sword of the goddess.

In other words, this is a spell that even the Winter Witch has never encountered.

This is a battle that has been prepared for a long time.

Ever since the battle in the Imperial Capital, Turzan has been searching for the secret to crack the magic of the Winter Realm.

The piled up ice blocked the two people, while the silver-white light hit them straight on, leaving holes in the ice one after another.

“Oh, have you noticed it?”

Turzan’s voice came from all directions, “This is the characteristic of ancient magic.”

His speed was getting faster and faster, leaving Lin Dong no chance to gain distance. This was the answer he finally came to.

Cutting off the connection between the soul and the body, this is the characteristic of the magic of the Goddess of Life.

The magic power of all living things comes from their souls, and the Winter Witch is no exception. All he has to do within this minute is to ensure the distance between himself and Winter. Even if he only cuts off a part of the witch’s soul, it will have a very serious impact on her magic supply.

All of this was to allow him to seize the opportunity of less than a second before the second domain magic was released.

This is the second secret of domain magic.

For saints at the same level, victory or defeat is determined by that fleeting moment.

Fortunately, Turzin had witnessed that moment himself – during the battle with Henry VI in winter.

Henry VI paid a heavy price, but he paved the way for those who came after him.

The silver-white light rushed across the battlefield, even if there was solid ice blocking his way, even if the witch used a coalition force to block his way.

Perhaps he cut off the souls of his allies, and even when facing Inquisitor Gunnis, Turzan did not stop.

The ancient magic cut off the soul of the Judge, causing Gunnis’ expression to freeze on his face. The same was true for all those affected by the stream of light. They became puppets standing still, their souls having been pulled out of their bodies. In less than a minute, Turzan could no longer remember how many friendly forces he had “bumped into”.

But in his view, these were all noble sacrifices.

Even Chief Judge Gunnis is just a relatively outstanding fourth-level believer in the God of Truth. Looking at the history of the empire, there are many such people. As long as they win this battle and regain the “right to interpret” the world, it is only a matter of time before they support another Gunnis.

However, there is only one chance to defeat the Winter Witch head-on, which may come at any moment in the future.

He noticed that the witch no longer had her initial composure.

Compared to two years ago, she doesn’t seem to have made much progress.

He relies too much on the nearly invincible nature of domain magic and is not good at dealing with stalemate battles.

The distance is getting closer.

This minute was about to pass, and Turzan had been observing Lindong’s every move. He naturally knew that Lindong had deliberately slowed down.

They all knew that the key to victory or defeat was time.

Because of this, Turzan emphasized the “one minute” interval to Winter at the beginning. This is one of the applications of the Holy Word. It can not only be used as a brainwashing tool, but also can impose strong psychological suggestion on people, in order to make Winter have a strong idea – as long as she passes this minute, she can win the battle of saints.

Winter did exactly that.

Turzan once again felt the bone-chilling chill that touched his soul. In his eyes, the flow of time in that second became extremely slow. He witnessed the process of the domain being constructed. The gathered ice formed a semicircle, covering the entire battlefield. All his movements were slowed down by the cold, and he could no longer control his body and limbs.

But a smile appeared on his face.

Before the domain is completely constructed and completed, the aftermath of the ancient magic will touch her. Winter can foresee the result of activating the domain, but still has the idea of ​​”exchanging minor injuries for a kill”.

This was due to her complete ignorance of the characteristics of ancient magic, and was also the inevitable failure caused by the asymmetry of information.

Time stopped again.

However, this time, Turzan’s consciousness did not fall into a blank. He saw that when the domain was constructed, Winter moved to one side, but the silver-white energy still left a wound on her shoulder that was deep enough to see the bone. This wound instantly formed a crack that ran across the domain, and the time that should have been frozen began to slowly pass.

Turzan’s eyes narrowed, this was the moment he had been waiting for.

His body fell to the ground due to inertia, and the half of his body made up of silver light was also dissipating, but before that, the falling light spot turned into an arrow and pierced into Winter’s vest.

“Severing the soul brings a moment of unconsciousness, even for a saint.”

Turzaan realized that his skin was crumbling, and knew that when it was all over, he would have to find a new skin. Perhaps, he would have to support another new Pope to convey his will to the empire, but it would all be worth it.

He saw the inconspicuous arrow pierce through Winter’s body, leaving a knuckle-sized wound.

To the saint, this was just a trivial wound, but the closed domain became fragmented because of this wound. The crack could no longer be repaired, and it spread at a speed visible to the naked eye until the domain was shattered like glass.

Time started to flow again.

At this time, Turzan had already crawled up from the ground in a panic. He saw that the people fighting on the battlefield had started to act again. Before the light on his left half of the body disappeared, he swung his fist and pierced through Winter’s back.

The sun shone on him again, dispelling the chill that froze his soul.

This is the taste of victory, so wonderful, so… dazed, even a little unreal.

Everything was going according to his plan.

He had rehearsed this battle countless times in his mind, so victory was a matter of course.

Everything about the Winter Witch is destined to come to an end today!

Turzan watched Winter’s body fall forward, fall on the ground, turn into broken ice, and melt in front of his eyes. At the last moment, he met those red pupils.

Winter raised the corner of his mouth towards him, his eyes full of teasing.

This is not the look of a loser.

Turzan retreated vigilantly, but the expected counterattack did not come. He looked around blankly, but lost the trace of the Winter Witch.

He listened to the roars of the battlefield and the people fighting each other. The flashing magic and the flames spurting from the barrels of the muskets made it all seem so unreal, making him feel as if he was watching a pre-designed performance. This was the idea of ​​the battle in his mind, and everything was proceeding step by step.

With the death of the Winter Witch, the world no longer seemed real, causing him to lose consciousness for a moment.

It’s just like……

He just mentioned the feeling of the soul being pulled out of the body.

Then, Turzan saw himself.

Many selves.

All those fighting on the battlefield turned into his appearance, some of them were pierced by muskets, some were torn apart by magic. What made him even more terrified was that the fighting crowd also included the skins he had used in the past – the identities of those skins were a secret known only to him, why did they appear here?
“Are you satisfied with this result?”

Turzan still couldn’t find Winter. The voice seemed to come from the clouds, drowning him from all directions. He looked up in doubt, only to see the scorching sun turned into a scarlet eye, and the red light and shadow filled the world.

His pupils shrank, and in an instant, his soul and broken skin rose up out of thin air, as if an invisible pair of hands were holding him, and both his skin and body were like a puppet, unable to move at all.

This is not winter’s realm magic.

In other words, it was definitely not the elemental shaping magic that Turzan knew.

The tattered skin was lifted into the air by an invisible hand, forcing him to look up and gaze into the blood-red sun.

He had a familiar, yet frightening feeling. At this moment, he…

Staring into the eyes of the evil god.

Even saints seem insignificant in front of them, like an ant that can be easily crushed to death.

No, this is not the Winter Witch.

But it’s some other creature that looks like winter!
If he had known in advance what he was facing, he would never have appeared here.

Turzan had made preparations for both scenarios. It was only his skin that appeared here. Even if there was a deviation in his calculations and he failed to seize that fleeting moment, it would only be his skin that was destroyed here.

However, at this moment, his soul was held in the palm of the evil god, like the sacrifices that were about to be sacrificed.

“Who are you? What on earth are you!?”

Turzan asked loudly, as if only this could hide the fear in his heart.

“It’s winter.”

The voice from above his head responded to him, “Strange, shouldn’t you be happy? Your wish has finally come true. I have put in a lot of effort to fulfill your wish.”

The blood-red sun stared at him, “After all, it’s quite difficult to be killed by someone like you… 4023 times, or 4024 times?”

He seemed to be lost in thought. “Yes, it should be 4024 times. I didn’t expect that you have died so many times in the blink of an eye. So celebrate. At least you saw the result you wanted this time.”

Turzan heard the laughter.

The ubiquitous crazy laughter overlapped, and the only one left in the world was him and 4024 souls that were broken in different ways.

“Since your wish has been granted, I will accept your soul as agreed.”

The invisible hand only exerted a slight force, and the skin and soul hanging in the air were crushed into pieces, turning into a blood rain that fell on the ground.

After the intense trance wore off, Turzan saw the familiar scene again.

He returned to the beginning.

Everyone’s attention on the battlefield was drawn to him, but he remained kneeling on the ground. His thoughts became confused, and when he raised his eyes, he could see the cold gaze of the Winter Witch.

What on earth happened just now?
Why was he just kneeling there and doing nothing?
Turzan was destined to never figure out this problem. The right half of his skin was frozen, and even his soul was no exception. At the end of his sight, he seemed to see Winter raise his right hand high, and then it passed across his face.

The last ray of light went out.

The coalition forces on the battlefield stopped their actions. They witnessed the moment the light went out, and also witnessed Turzan’s soul and body turning into broken ice chips and scattered all over the ground.

They also saw that Pope Julius’ eyes became empty and his body fell to the ground without support.

The outcome of this war is already determined.

The first to react was Prince Freeman. As the ice debris began to fall, he issued an order, ordering the Royal Guards to fight their way out of the Kingdom’s army that was besieging them at all costs. Some believers of the God of Truth in the Inquisition also judged the situation and joined the fight to break out.

Only Winter frowned.

Turzan died, and his soul was shattered into pieces, but she couldn’t be happy at all, and her heart was filled with an empty feeling.

“The next minute will be the key to solving everything!”

Irritability!

This feeling is extremely annoying!

She still remembered that Turzan suddenly jumped up, and his broken half body burst into a dazzling silver light, as if he was ready for a decisive battle.

But then, Turzan knelt on the spot and did nothing. His eyes flickered, sometimes proud and sometimes fearful, until his soul was completely frozen and he no longer put up any resistance. For Winter, such a victory was no different from kicking a wild dog to death on the side of the road. There was absolutely nothing to be happy about.

What happens in the one minute that Tuerzan is talking about?
What is the key to solving everything?
With the soul broken, this is destined to become a mystery that will never be answered.

Then, a strong wave of magical power pulled her back to reality.

This was magic she had never seen before. In front of this magical power, even a saint like Turzan seemed insignificant.

The ice above the imperial capital was torn apart by the gathering magic, and the silver-white magic power hovering in the clouds formed a giant sword that was about to fall, covering the entire imperial capital.

When most of the rebels were heading out of the city, Viola was heading towards the hall.

The Chosen One’s face was filled with anger.

“Get out of my way!”

The royal guards wanted to stop her, but were driven back by this shout.

The guards were in a state of confusion, but the other party deprived them of control over their bodies with just one sentence. Not only did they make way for Viola, they also knelt on one knee in front of her involuntarily – this was the etiquette of knights, the etiquette of worshiping the right god.

Mary didn’t even glance at the guards. She ignored everyone present and walked straight towards the hall.

She didn’t know what era she was in, nor did she know who used the trance ritual she created. She only judged from the deafening sound of killing that a coup was taking place here.

With every step Mary took forward the light grew brighter.

All the light seemed to be taken away by the giant sword hanging high in the sky, and even the sun seemed to have lost its brilliance.

She knew why she was summoned – she sensed that there was some very familiar magic hidden in that hall. She had spent her entire life traveling to every city in the Scarlet Dynasty and faced the army led by the Scarlet King himself, but she had never been able to find the terrifying existence that was shrouding her like a shadow.

In fact, the more followers of Bazatos one sees, the stronger the shadow becomes.

In Mary’s opinion, whether it was the Bloody Priest or the Scarlet King, their control over the power of the evil god Bazatos was not even one-tenth as good as that of the man wearing the vortex mask.

She led the Church of Life and the resistance forces to victory after victory, and captured countless Bazatos believers. She personally interrogated those believers and used the goddess’ magic to see into their filthy hearts. However, no one among the evil god’s believers knew anything about the man in the vortex mask.

All her efforts were like chasing a ghost.

Until the moment when her life was about to be extinguished, she was unable to see the other person again.

Although many people in the church believed that the follower of the evil god had died long ago, Mary was very sure that the man was not dead, but was hiding in some way, planning a bigger conspiracy. When he reappeared, the Church of Life and even the entire civilization might be annihilated.

Because of this, Mary spent her whole life chasing after that ghost.

She visited the ruins left by the goddess of life, split her own soul and left it in the ruins of the goddess, and wrote the spell of descending the spirit into the holy scriptures, just to help this world that was about to be destroyed when the evil god wearing the vortex mask appeared again.

And now, Doomsday is approaching.

No one could stop Mary, and even the closed door of the throne room was opened to the chosen one of the Goddess of Life.

She finally saw the ghost she had been looking for all her life in the hall.

This time, he did not wear the Uzumaki mask, revealing his original face. However, Mary was not sure whether this was his true appearance – time did not seem to have left any traces on his face.

This could just be one of his skins.

Since she could create the ritual of trance, it would make sense that she could create even more powerful spells given her abilities.

Can’t go wrong.

Mary stared at the young man in the hall. This was not her body, but it caused her to have a conditioned reflex.

After countless years,

She felt her bottom getting cold again.

(End of this chapter)