Mage Manual-Chapter 1468 - 1069: Trampled Into Mud

"The sea breeze is so comfortable." Murmured the mist, "Is Hell really such a habitable place?"

He stood on the surface of the sea, his whole body drenched, sticky strands of hair clinging to his cheeks and neck, a sodden shirt outlining the graceful curve of his waist and abdomen, like a beauty fresh from the bath. No one has ever been able to possess such a blend of masculine ruggedness and feminine allure like him, as if a work of art crafted by gods and demons alike, a bewitching and destructive beauty that ensnares all life.

The sea beneath him had already turned into a deep, dark red. Corpses floated on the surface, those nameless Forgotten once again stripped of their right to exist.

But only a small portion of the enemies were dead; more Forgotten wandered in the air and the tides, and in the distance, more white foam rapidly accumulated and solidified.

The Forgotten are not mere mindless war machines; they truly regain their former glory, including combat wisdom... They realized that the pour-in tactics were meaningless against the mist; standing before them was no longer a battered, fleeing dog but an immortal evil ghost that crawled out from the apocalyptic Hell.

If earlier was a hunt, now it’s the real war. They possess world-ending violence, but the other side is violence itself.

Mist tilted his head, a crisp crack emanating from his neck.

He took a deep breath, tallying up the power he could use: "One level of Prison Wings, the Heavenly Kingdom of Souls, just this few Technique Spirits, not many Wonders, and only 25% soul fusion, the enemies are thousands of demigods, this really is..."

Mist narrowed his eyes slightly, shrugging disinterestedly: "...Boring."

From the sea flew out masses of souls, Mist clapped his hands, pressing them into ghostly blue paint, and with a swipe of his finger, lightly applied it to the corner of his eye, then tore open his shirt, smearing the blue paint onto his chest and arms, constructing a sinister, mysterious rune on his body’s surface.

"The touch feels so good... No wonder the Mirror Demon likes that guy so much."

Mist’s face flushed, muttering: "I can’t just let Vishi enjoy this; after handling Vishi, I’ll switch to using Vishi’s body to handle Ash... Though I hadn’t considered this need for consciousness swapping before, adjusting the ruby chain should realize this function..."

Cheng!

The light piercing through heaven and earth instantly engulfed Mist’s figure, evaporating thousands of tons of seawater beneath him, yet inside the radiant pillar formed an unusual darkness. This was a collaborative mixed pillar constructed by over seven hundred demigods, even causing the space to collapse, with the light instead being swallowed to form a black hole.

The Second Hell has never been this bright since its birth, yet never has there been seven hundred people existing simultaneously in the Second Hell. The pillar persisted for a full ten seconds, appearing as both a scorching spear intended to nail the sinner beneath the deep sea and a purgatory of fate to burn away the humble ants!

The intense pillar of light suddenly weakened, the deep sea once again swirling into a dense bloody hue. The sinner escaped the pillar, unfolding slaughter in the deep sea!

Thousand ice spellcasters simultaneously unleashed a Wonder, the raging blizzard swept the sea, freezing the entire realm into stillness, with even the tides transforming into intricate ice sculptures!

Pa! The bare-chested Mist burst through the ice with mad laughter, the enchanting and frenzied laughter stirring the minds of the Forgotten. His entire being entwined with countless wailing and sobbing ghosts, draped like a heavy armor, he is legions, he is the embodiment of fear!

Requiring no Technique Spirit, Mist could gather souls to form defensive armor just by painting specific runes on his body with soul paint. Like the ’Divine Might’ of the Body Technique Masters and the ’Divine Prison’ of the shooting technique masters, mages specializing in unique magic will master some miracles that can be triggered without Technique Spirits.

The closest Forgotten roared down, like a hammer of judgment, punishing the sinner who escaped the ice.

Mist’s lips curved into a cruel smile, clapping his hands, the "Soul Scream Wave" exploded outwards from his sides as if two invisible giant hands swatted the Body Technique Demigods like flies into blood mud, then Mist casually pinched, grabbing a silent soul from the blood mud.

He smiled as he forcefully kneaded the soul, shredding it bit by bit in his hand yet not dispersing, ultimately the intense pain completely overwhelmed the boundaries of reason, the soul let out an ear-piercing wail, merging into Mist’s Ghost Armor!

While Mist tormented the soul, other Forgotten had once again unleashed a world-destroying calamity; millions of tons of seawater defied gravity, surging upwards in a catastrophic tsunami towards Mist. Heaven-searing astral winds, fire, lightning, densely packed like a torrential rain, as far as Mist could see, all was unabashed killing intent.

How nostalgic, a life at odds with the whole world...

Mist’s eyes misted with tears, moved to the verge of crying. Even the interest in playing with Vishi was temporarily suppressed; he now wanted to reminisce those lost youth, relive once more...

The taste of trampling everything seen into the mud!

The Wonder "Refraction Protection" perfectly fused with Mist’s casually woven "Ghost Armor," now the Refraction Protection no longer only immune to one attack, but all damages immuned for a duration, during which all damage would be converted into agony a thousand times over, inflicted upon the ghosts in armor, only when the ghosts are squeezed tormented to melt, would one refraction usage be consumed.

Mist rampaged freely through the Wonder rain, like a ghostly blue sea swallow. As his mind swept across the Heavenly Kingdom of Souls, all Technique Spirits trembled, kneeling on the ground, Substitute Technique Spirits even covering key Technique Spirits like the Heart Sword, praying not to draw Mist’s attention.

"Soul Reflection, Soul Scream Wave, Soul Pressure, hmph..."

With a disdainful look, the Upper Wonders relied upon by the demigod organization seemed like trash to Yuwu in his eyes. "There are still quite a few key Technique Spirits of the Demon Form... Might as well make use of them." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

As Yuwu’s mind turned, a new Wonder was rapidly constructed in the Heavenly Kingdom of Souls at an unbelievable speed. It was known that if a single node of a Wonder’s construction is imbalanced, it would collapse in an instant. Even with detailed Wonder techniques, it often required dozens of attempts to be built, and constructing a Wonder from scratch could take years.

Yet Yuwu, with a bunch of Technique Spirits he had never seen before, casually set up a brand-new Upper Wonder involving hundreds of Technique Spirits in the Heavenly Kingdom of Souls, as easily as playing with mud. The new Wonder appeared as a statue of a woman nailed to a pyre, not grotesque in appearance, but possessing a pitiable beauty. However, without exception, all observing Technique Spirits fainted.

The Technique Spirits inside the Wonder looked exhausted; after all, they had just overexerted themselves on the ’Demon Form’ project, and having not rested sufficiently, they were unable to work on a new large-scale project.

However, for Yuwu, this posed no problem. His forte was persuasion, whether dealing with humans or Technique Spirits.

A ghost in the armor silently melted, and the desperate soul energy infused into the Wonder, the immense fear sweeping away the Technique Spirits’ fatigue. When Yuwu input Source Power, all the Technique Spirits drained their last bit of energy to give it their all. The new Wonder instantly responded to his call, with the ghost armor on the surface transforming into a transparent, dark gauze, complementing the ethereal blue patterns on his upper body.

Wonder·Dark Soul Form!

The tempestuous Magic Wonder caused the skirt of the gauze to flutter, yet left not a single ripple, instead deepening the color of the gauze.

Yuwu’s figure accelerated abruptly, like a wisp of gloominess sweeping across the sky, charging into the casting group of the Forgotten. With a wild roar, the almost tangible Soul Scream Wave instantly turned all surrounding demigods into blood mist.

The Slaughterer unfolded his Void Wings wantonly, amidst the sky full of blood flowers, closing his eyes to enjoy this wondrous ecstasy.

The Forgotten around were momentarily paralyzed, unable to comprehend what had just occurred before them, needing to reevaluate Yuwu’s strength.

Yuwu’s strength hadn’t truly changed; it was still the same Technique Spirits, still the Single Prison Wings, the only variable being the ghosts he had just collected. Yet the number of the Forgotten was sufficient to disregard such a negligible variable. However, if mere numbers were effective, what need was there for realms?

The Wonder he constructed, ’Dark Soul Form,’ was not particularly formidable, but its uniqueness lay in its ability to perfectly integrate ’Ghost Armor’ and ’Refraction Protection.’ When Yuwu was harmed, the Refraction Protection would absorb the damage, the tormented ghosts providing energy, and the absorbed damage would be stored in the gauze, ready to erupt with any soul magic Yuwu cast!

Torture, absorb, erupt, and then gather the ghosts again!

With just the Wonders that Ash haphazardly collected, Yuwu had constructed an infinitely sustainable combat system capable of standing against a thousand troops!

The only flaw was, it was too slow, too slow!

After gathering the surrounding ghosts, Yuwu unfolded his Void Wings and charged toward the Demigod Army. Yet facing a mere single enemy, these world-destroying demigods actively distanced themselves, and no one dared to confront his edge head-on, the vast army evading the dark gauze!

But this did not signify the Forgotten’s retreat; the nameless monsters did not even have the qualification to fail. They fully shifted to remote assaults, no longer giving Yuwu a close combat opportunity, attempting to exhaust him to death with the kite tactic!

This was the most shameless combat strategy, but the fact that over a thousand demigods could only resort to a war of attrition against a single enemy was enough to prove they had given up hope of defeating Yuwu.

Yuwu became irritable; a touch of his resentment fell onto the ghost armor, becoming an excruciating torment, making the wailing and lamentation in the air more piercing. Demigods with insufficient soul foundation, upon hearing the ghosts’ mournful cries, would at best experience mental dizziness, and at worst suffer cognitive collapse!

The current scenario was akin to facing a massive swarm of remote attacking flies; though you could win, they would evade as soon as you approached, and if you ignored them, they would come to harass you. Yuwu detested this feeling... because normally, he was the one acting as the fly.

Moreover, the depletion of Source Power was too fast, and there weren’t many Source Crystals left. At this rate, he might indeed be worn out to death. Actually, he didn’t care about Ash’s life or death, but thinking about the reality where the cute Vishi awaited him, even for the sake of satisfying his twisted pleasure, Yuwu had to persevere until he returned to reality.

He no longer desired to save any world; he just wanted to experience all the pleasures he had abandoned in the past, and... advise Vishi to cherish this last bit of time, not to chase after power anymore, but to truly feel the beauty of the world. If there were plans, then to experience happiness.

Yuwu took out a few bottles of knowledge essence and gulped them down directly.

The alternation between extreme pain and extreme pleasure had no effect on him; his Prison Wings rapidly grew to Double Hell size. Besides the length of the Prison Wings increasing, his Silver Wings extended by a quarter, maintaining the same length as the Hell’s Void Wings.

When Yuwu wanted to continue drinking, he found his hand tightly gripping the knowledge essence, but unable to drink it.

With a quick thought, he realized that these knowledge essences had been designated for other uses, unable to restrain a cold laugh: "Fool, if you keep those women forever weaker, wouldn’t you be able to toy with them at will?"

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