Chapter 63 Chapter 63 Pagans.
"Thank you," Su Cheng took it, "...but this question is still difficult for me to answer."
She held the cold, water-stained rim of the cup to her lips for a while, then couldn't help but take a sip.
Then my eyes almost popped out of my eyes.
Su Cheng frowned, "If you think you can get me this way, you're wrong. This is at least something people can drink."
Compared to Camus's hellish potion, it's nothing!
"Oh," Sasha said, not disappointed. "It's just that this one was made the fastest. At the end they wanted to add sugar, but they ran out of syrup and had to make a new one—"
He glanced at the girl across from him, "You really like buying books, don't you? Another poetry collection?"
Su Cheng held up the storybook and said, "No, I originally thought it was a fairy tale, but..."
Sasha stretched out his long arm to take it, flipping through a few pages before he began to laugh. "If the people in the Vatican saw this, they probably wouldn't be too happy."
He said this, but he also read it with great interest, and from time to time he would sigh, "This is quite sentimental."
“Is that content true?”
"How should I know? I don't follow these people."
"These people?"
Su Cheng wanted to say something, but suddenly he heard a commotion outside, as if someone was arguing, followed by a collision sound.
She turned her head and saw a group of people standing on the street outside the window.
A young man in luxurious clothes was speaking loudly and arrogantly, followed by a group of servants.
Rowan stood in front of him, about an arm's length away, arguing with him with a dark face.
They both had loud and powerful voices, and their voices kept getting louder and louder. Su Cheng could hear them clearly from the second floor.
The man seemed to be a distant relative of Rowan, but the two of them were obviously not on good terms.
He heard that there were still vacancies in the Academy of Frontiers, so he wanted to try to see if he could be admitted, but he was eliminated in the magic test.
The man was full of anger and couldn't help but provoke Rowan when he met him in town.
The latter naturally did not take it any more and started cursing at him in the street.
“That’s ridiculous—”
Luo Wen crossed his arms. "Your parents went to great lengths, spending countless amounts of money and hiring countless people, to raise your resonance level to Special..."
A very small number of magicians have mastered the means of magic mark engraving, and can increase the resonance level of the recipient through permanent or semi-permanent engraving.
In terms of effectiveness, this method may not be as good as naturally formed ones, but it can indeed make elemental mages more powerful or make it easier for them to learn magic.
However, this kind of engraving is extremely expensive, requiring many priceless rare materials, and the cost of hiring an engraver is even more sky-high.
Not to mention ordinary wealthy people, even among the imperial nobles, there are not many who can afford such expenses.
And it may not be possible to find an engraver.
"But some people are not smart enough. What's the point of just increasing the level?"
Luo Wen sneered, "There are so many prestigious schools around the imperial capital, and many of them only admit students based on resonance level. Yet you came to Cross Star? Are you a little overconfident?"
The man looked quite unhappy.
Everyone knows that Cross Star accepts few students and is very demanding. Not to mention warriors, even elemental mages have risks if they want to join, especially special resonators.
"You!" the man gnashed his teeth and said, "You bastard born of a heretic bitch, how dare you speak like that in front of me!"
Su Cheng couldn't help but frown.
She only remembered that Rowan's family was quite wealthy, and seemed to be a minor noble family. She had long forgotten the specific settings, and it didn't seem to be clearly stated in the book.
But these words were obviously directed at Rowan's mother.
"...Huh," Rowan's face darkened as he looked at the servant beside the man. "What's that big box he's holding? I think I heard the sound of gold coins. I remember the test fee wasn't that much, right? So do you have any special intention in bringing a box of gold coins to school? Oh, I forgot. Some people are as stupid as pigs, with no understanding or wisdom, only money. But they don't care about your money!"
The next second, the man pounced forward.
A strong wind swept up, leaving marks on the stone bricks of the street. Two figures entangled and carried with them a violent airflow crashed into the first floor of the tavern, smashing three oak tables and half of the wine rack.
The beer barrel exploded in an instant, and golden beer mixed with sawdust splashed all over the sky, and the air was filled with the strong smell of alcohol and burnt wood.
Su Cheng ran to the stairs and watched the fight below.
The man roared, and the dark red fighting spirit in his hand boiled like molten lava. The ground under his feet shook violently, and tiny sparks flew out.
He threw a punch, and his fighting spirit turned into a roaring wave of fire, and the tables and chairs along the way instantly carbonized and disintegrated.
Luo Wen did not dodge or evade. Red light also surged between his arms, condensing into scale-like light patterns on the outside of his sleeves. He stood straight to meet the opponent's attack.
The fighting spirit scattered like waves hitting the rocks.
Su Cheng noticed something.
The higher the grade of the Dou Qi Secret Book, the rarer it is.
If they can't find anyone better, they will most likely pass on what they have learned to their children - this is probably what their ancestors did, so even if the two people are not close relatives, they may have practiced the same fighting spirit.
In this case, they compete entirely on skill and strength.
The man was a few years older than Rowan, and the two fought evenly. It seemed that he might be a bad magician, but he was not too bad in the field of fighting.
The floor of the hall groaned under the weight, and the load-bearing pillars were shattered by the fighting spirit. They crashed into the counter together, and the oak counter collapsed instantly.
Then they jumped up at the same time, and amidst the flying debris, they punched each other fiercely.
The dark red fighting spirit intertwined into a spiral, forming a wind vortex with a diameter of several meters.
The remaining copper nails on the counter were pulled out and embedded in the crumbling wall like bullets. The chain of the chandelier broke into pieces and the crystal chandelier fell and shattered.
The wine suspended in the vortex of fighting spirit was evaporated, white mist suddenly rose up, and was shattered by the air flow.
The floor of the second floor was blown through.
Su Cheng looked at the huge pit in the distance, and then looked at the two people covered in blood below.
She turned her head again and looked at her teammates.
Almost all the other guests in the pub had left. I don’t know about the ones upstairs, but at least there was almost no one on the first and second floors.
Sasha was still reading, looking peaceful and content, and drinking a little wine from time to time.
Kai kept eating without stopping.
To them, the noise downstairs seemed like just children playing around, and they paid no attention to it from beginning to end.
"Um?"
Sasha suddenly turned her head, as if sensing her gaze, "If you're happy—"
The vampire said with a smile, "You can use that thing to practice fighting spirit, but it might be a little uncomfortable. It's up to you."
Su Cheng: “?”
That thing?
Is this referring to Rowan's brain-dead cousin?
She subconsciously looked at Kai.
The black-haired man tilted his head slightly, thinking for a moment before saying, "If you want... you can try it, but if the worst happens, your recovery time will probably be longer."
Su Cheng tilted his head, "You mean injured?"
"I mean overdraft," he said gently. "He's not that capable yet."
"Honestly," Sasha said, resting her chin on her hand, "I suggest you give it a try. Sometimes, if you want to make rapid progress, you have to put in more effort and challenge those troublesome opponents."
Su Cheng turned his head and continued to look at the situation downstairs.
Rowan knelt on the ground, panting, his sleeves mostly torn and his arms covered with crisscrossing wounds.
The man had fainted and was lying in the distance, covered in blood.
The ruins on the first floor fell into deathly silence, with only the sound of dripping wine and the heavy breathing of the red-haired young man as the voices could be heard.
The servants rushed over and surrounded the man, checking his condition and trying to wake him up. Some of them even took out healing scrolls.
However, before he could use it, the man suddenly sat up and pushed away the people around him.
The servants fell into a heap nearby.
Su Cheng heard laughter.
A low, hoarse, echo from hell—
The man sat on the ground, his limbs twitching constantly, and then his body began to shake. It was not a spasm of weakness, but a tremor of excitement.
It was as if some kind of power burst out from within the body.
His shirt was completely torn, the fabric seemed to be cut by an invisible blade, turning into fragments all over the ground.
On the pale chest, a black and purple mark slowly emerged, wriggling like a living thing.
It was a distorted symbol, like an irregular pattern with no fixed shape formed by countless lines entangled.
Just looking at it makes people dizzy.
Su Cheng took a breath of cold air.
It looked like the mark of God's Favored One, but it wasn't.
Because no matter which god it is, his mark is a clear pattern, an object or an action, and the same is true for the Dark God.
The same is true in the original novel when Lin Yun became the favored one of the God of Lust.
It can't be such a lump of stuff.
"ha--"
The man slowly raised his head, an almost insane smile on his face.
His eyes turned pure black, without a trace of white, and the expression on his face was stiff yet ferocious.
"It's my turn."
The man walked forward slowly, not very fast, and then punched down.
Rowan was injured and couldn't dodge quickly, so he could only grit his teeth and take it.
Su Cheng heard the crisp sound of broken bones.
The floor beneath their feet was already broken, and now under the heavy pressure, it collapsed directly into a pit.
The entire tavern began to tremble slightly. Rowan barely managed to take his opponent's attack, and then was faced with another storm of attacks.
She had obviously broken a bone, and sweat was dripping down her forehead.
Su Cheng knew that she must also be a magician, otherwise she would not have been admitted to the Feng Academy, but in this situation, it would be difficult for her to cast magic.
What's more, she might be more accustomed to fighting with fighting spirit.
Compared to his initial state, the man's attack seemed completely disorganized, as if driven solely by a desire for destruction.
However, the intensity of his fighting spirit may have increased, and Rowan was injured again, making it very difficult for him to cope.
When Su Cheng heard the sound of broken bones for the second time, he finally couldn't help but pinch a wind blade.
The neighbors were very nice to her.
Besides, that man disgusted her.
“…Don’t come over here!”
The red-haired young man seemed to feel the flow of elemental spirits. He raised his head and shouted while being beaten, and then he realized that it was his neighbor.
"Fuck—why are you still here? Don't come over here! It's none of your business!"
As Rowan said this, he was punched on the shoulder again, and was knocked flying, knocking down a wall.
Just as the man was about to go over, dozens of vines suddenly grew out from his feet, trapping his legs tightly.
He used his luck and fighting spirit to shatter the vines, but the vines continued to emerge from the ground, layer upon layer, locking his legs.
The speed of destruction was slower than the speed of growth. In just a few seconds, he was completely locked by the vines, and the thorns on the vines penetrated his skin.
Dark purple blood gushed out of the wound.
"...I can handle it," the red-haired young man panted and climbed to his feet, "Don't interfere with my fight."
Su Cheng didn't move anymore.
She knew that the followers of the God of War seemed to be quite persistent in this regard, especially in one-on-one duels, which were a matter of honor that should not be interfered with or destroyed by outsiders.
But this was not a serious duel.
and--
"What's going on?!"
Several magicians appeared on the street. The leader's face suddenly changed when he saw the emblem on the man's chest.
"pagan!"
She said in a stern voice, and with a flick of her finger, dozens of blue-purple lightning flashes appeared in the air. The whistling lightning was like a rain of swords, piercing the man's body in an instant.
Amid the hissing sound of electricity, the man screamed in pain and his body was burned black.
The pattern on his chest kept twisting, stimulating the fighting spirit in his body, but it was unable to break the overwhelming power gap.
"Did you know he was—"
The man's servants cried out in shock. One of them tried to stop them, but was swatted away by another magician, who knocked him against the wall and his brain burst.
The strong wind dissipated in the air.
The others were suddenly silent.
"I don't know who this is," a wind magician said calmly, "but at the moment, there's a high probability that he and his family will be reduced to ashes."
Rowan closed his eyes and fell into the rubble.
Su Cheng hurried down to make sure her breathing was steady, probably just injured and overdrawn.
"What's going on?! Who are you?" The lightning magician's face was as gloomy as water. "Are you with her?"
Su Cheng guessed that they were members of the guild, so he told the truth about what he had seen and heard. There were other onlookers on the street, and everyone could testify.
The magician's expression relaxed slightly, and he looked at the completely unconscious man. "We need to take this man to the temple and hand him over to the Vatican for disposal—"
He paused again, "Your neighbors must also come with you. They will most likely question her. However, she is seriously injured, and since she is a heretic, ordinary means may not be able to heal her. A trip to the temple is the only way to completely eradicate her injuries and prevent future problems."
Su Cheng nodded, "I understand."
Rowan was supposed to have servants, but Cross Star did not allow followers, so after she moved in, she sent everyone who followed her home.
There was no one else around her at the moment.
Su Cheng thought about it carefully and realized that there was no such plot in the original book, and logically speaking, it would not happen.
Because Lin Yun left Jinpo City late, he arrived at school on the eve of the start of the semester.
Judging from the previous conversation, if Rowan hadn't been going to the Magic Guild, she probably wouldn't have come to Bailu Town at this time, even if she had something else to do.
That will come later.
I wouldn't have met this relative with cerebral palsy.
Su Cheng was wondering whether he should go and take care of them when he suddenly heard a scream.
The man who was originally lying on the ground suddenly broke free from his restraints and jumped up.
His body was burned black and festered, with hardly an inch of intact skin left, but it didn't seem to affect his movements.
The twisted black and purple mark suddenly expanded, and the lines squirmed and spread out, like millions of trembling nematodes, spreading along his blood vessels.
His body began to deform.
The bones made a teeth-grinding snapping sound, the muscle fibers tore and reorganized, and the joints of the shoulders and back kept bulging, as if something was growing wildly under the skin.
His skin cracked, and more black-purple liquid flowed out of the cracks, mixing with blood and flesh to form a swollen ball.
But in the blink of an eye, a monster that was at least three meters tall and covered in black blood stood up with a roar.
His spine was bent, his back was bulging, several sharp bone spurs pierced his skin, his jaw was broken, his teeth became slender and sharp, and the corners of his mouth were almost torn to the roots of his ears.
The eyes split as the muscles were pulled, turning into three pairs of scarlet vertical eyes, each of which was spinning wildly, as if peeking into different dimensions.
"die--"
Several magicians were shocked.
The leader was obviously the strongest, and he showed no fear at all, appearing ready to face the attack.
The monster's figure flashed, and several magicians moved at the same time.
They are all serious elemental mages and have not practiced fighting spirit at all. However, due to their high rank, their physical strength is by no means comparable to that of ordinary people.
Even so, they were unwilling to use their flesh and blood to resist.
Especially when facing such an opponent, everyone will choose to deal with the enemy instead of confronting him head-on.
The monster seemed to be waiting for this moment.
He pretended to attack the magician, but suddenly turned around and pounced on Su Cheng.
Or maybe——
It was the red-haired young man next to her.
Almost at the same time, the magicians watched the black-haired girl pick up her unconscious friend and rush out.
Su Cheng had already picked up Luo Wen when the monster began to transform, and the moment he roared, he also moved at the same time.
Otherwise, with her speed, it would be impossible for her to avoid it.
But this move happened in advance, just enough to avoid the first attack.
She rolled to the ground holding Rowan, picked up the long sword dropped by the servants, gritted her teeth and swung it, and black flames burned on the blade.
Layer after layer of wind shields emerged in the air and were torn apart by the monster's sharp claws.
--bite!
Amidst the harsh sound of metal clashing, the sharp claws collided with the sword, and the surging air waves were like a tide, almost completely shattering the remaining ceiling.
Pieces of broken wall and ceiling fell down with a crackling sound.
Su Cheng's blood was boiling, he felt dizzy and his arms, waist and legs were all sore.
The magicians looked at her in shock.
"warrior--"
"What kind of fighting spirit is that..."
The monster's claws were barely blocked, and just as it was about to launch another attack, it suddenly froze.
The blood vessels beneath his muscles began to twitch, as if countless poisonous snakes were writhing under his skin, and the emblem on his chest flickered like a dying candle.
"No--"
His voice suddenly became broken and hoarse.
Muscles contract unnaturally, joints twist and dislocate, and bones creak under the weight.
Immediately afterwards, the monster's right arm exploded first, and flesh and broken bones sprayed out like rain. The fragments burned in mid-air and turned into ashes when they fell to the ground.
His chest also collapsed, all his bones were broken, and his body quickly became shriveled, as if all the water had been sucked out of it.
Then the whole thing exploded.
Dark purple blood spread out like a curtain, and a foul stench filled the ruins of the tavern.
Su Cheng dodged early and picked up a piece of table to block it, and indeed he heard the hissing sound.
The thick wooden tabletop was corroded with holes by the black blood.
There were exclamations all around, and the magicians came over quickly, with some obscure spells and whispers ringing out one after another.
She sat on the side exhausted, and in a trance she saw a figure approaching and a familiar breath surrounding her.
"Captain——"
Su Cheng leaned in his arms with confidence, "I'll sleep for a while."
The person next to him responded solemnly.
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