Mage Manual-Chapter 1469 - 1070: Good Morning Kiss

"Only Double Prison Wings... barely adequate."

Ghost Fog scrutinized the resources of the Heavenly Kingdom of Souls and couldn’t help but shake his head: "It’s fine not to have any Divine Beings, but couldn’t you take the Divine Beings from that bunch of foolish women? Shattered Lake, Gospel, Soul Lock, Fairy Tale... the Witch even has two Divine Beings! If I had the Soul-locking God, those Forgotten would have been wiped out ages ago!"

"Tsk, the more I think about it, the more annoyed I get. What kind of extinct idiot are you to not eat the meat that’s at your mouth, holding all the cards and playing none!"

"If it were me, I’d deal with them all first and then provoke infighting. In this state, the Female Mage’s emotions are high, making it easier to summon Divine Beings. Whoever contributes more Divine Beings gets the favor, wouldn’t that allow an easy harvest of a large batch of Divine Beings..." Ghost Fog muttered, "If it were the Observer, he would surely do it, no, he would be even more efficient and secretive..."

He sighed: "So..."

"I encountered the Observer, and you encountered Ash."

Ghost Fog clasped his hands and closed his eyes: "Our luck is really bad, Vishi."

In the Heavenly Kingdom of Souls, the Wonder of "Soul pressure" quietly disintegrated, merging with the scattered Technique Spirits of the "Rain Demon Nest" to form a new Wonder. The Substitute Technique Spirit was watching alongside, but noticed the Heart Sword Technique Spirit also flew in, and promptly applied to enter the new Wonder. Ghost Fog found it amusing and in the Wonder, he left an extra spot for the Substitute Technique Spirit; having it was fine, not having it was inconsequential. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

The new Wonder resembled a steel throne filled with sharp swords, upon which sat a dark green silhouette, this was the new Wonder constructed by Ghost Fog based on Heart Pen—

"Heart Hunting Throne"!

Ghost Fog pointed a finger, a dim light streaking across the sky from his fingertip, leaving an ink-gray trail. The ink marks encircled the Forgotten, drawing out a massive circle; as the circle completed and closed, the ink-colored ring rapidly contracted, instantly slaughtering the Forgotten unable to escape in time. The shattered souls flowed along the ink marks into Ghost Fog’s veil, adding a few shades of eerie color to him.

The Forgotten Legion immediately adopted the correct tactics, no longer gathering, no longer staying on the same level, reducing the risk of being caught in the circle as much as possible. This powerful Wonder, they assumed it couldn’t be executed multiple times.

But Wonders from the Supreme of Souls, how could they comprehend with mere past battle experience? The most powerful aspect of the "Heart Hunting Throne" lies in its minimal consumption because it’s not reliant on Source Power consumed by a Demigod, but rather linearly connected to the Mage’s Soul Foundation.

This is why Ghost Fog wanted to dismantle "Soul pressure," as it contained several key Technique Spirits, which could bind the power of the Heart Sword with the Soul Foundation!

In the entire Hell, no one’s Soul Foundation could surpass Ash’s, not even the soul Demigods... with Ash possessing the Heavenly Kingdom of Souls, his Soul Foundation has reached Divine Lord level!

Not to mention that Ghost Fog is substituting, even if the Demigods react immediately and try to resist with a soul Miracle, he could continuously adjust the frequency of the "Heart Hunting Throne," finding their weakest gaps and easily shattering their souls!

On the sea appeared an exceedingly absurd scene: Ghost Fog sat loftily in the sky, as his finger glided, batches of the arrogant Demigod Army plummeted down, like a swarm of mosquitoes hit by an electric swatter or wheat harvested by a sickle.

When both the upper and lower sea turned deep red, Ghost Fog roamed between the Blood Sea, as if he became the only wandering ghost of Hell.

This is right, you are so lowly, fundamentally unworthy to share the sky with me.

When the tyrant drew a circle on the map, countless subjects would perish because of it.

Yet Ghost Fog wasn’t satisfied with carnage, if one really parsed words, he’s actually not a wanton killer; he simply needs other people’s souls, but others often refuse to obediently yield their souls nor willingly die, so Ghost Fog has to give them a little help.

Thousands of souls gathered toward Ghost Fog, his mood not too good now, so all these ghosts must face extreme punishment. Flesh rotting, nails peeling, nasal bones collapsing, limbs twisting... hundreds of tormented souls emitted desperate screams over the Blood Sea; the scene was bloody, the atmosphere terrifying, yet Ghost Fog relaxedly closed his eyes.

The environment he felt most comfortable in was Hell, especially the Hell he personally created.

Now all the Forgotten are dead, temporarily no new Forgotten will appear either. The stomach of the serpent was merely stimulated by the scent of Death Mad, thus sending so many Forgotten; to it, Ash was just a small virus it casually dealt with... since Death Mad didn’t continue to provoke, the serpent’s stomach naturally wouldn’t overreact.

But they wanted to interfere with reality, could only borrow Ash’s body, otherwise, Uroboros would rage because of their scent. This serpent theoretically lacked emotions, yet after prolonged torment and pursuit, they succeeded in teaching the snake what hatred was.

Ghost Fog glanced at the surrounding ghosts, lost interest in tormenting them, and with a casual flick, they melted away like ice cream under the most extreme agony.

Actually, Ghost Fog was willing to leave some ghost reserves for Ash, unfortunately, these were the souls of the Forgotten, fundamentally unable to exist outside the serpent’s stomach, some even naturally decomposed before long, like disposable plastic bags, leaving nothing behind.