Your Lord Has A Screw Loose?-Chapter 439 - 441 Capturing the Magic God

Chapter 439: Chapter 441: Capturing the Magic God

Chapter 439: Chapter 441: Capturing the Magic God

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“Get that thing carried back, Black Hand has already made the arrangements, right?” Qin Muye asked.

“I wonder if there’s a Child of Destiny in this world?”

“Wait, where did the Duke of White Frost go? He mustn’t have died; if he had, there surely would’ve been some reaction from Sam’s side.” Qin Muye seemed to remember, certain that the unlucky guy wasn’t dead.

“It seems like they plan to transform the Zijing Immortal into a member of the Three-eyed Clan too, that should be reliable.”

“Simple and crude, I’ll block the gods’ Perception then you make your move.” Qin Muye said, as Abyss Power began to emerge in his hand.

“It seems the gods have also made a miscalculation.”

“Look at this state, it’s going to consume a lot of consumables to completely obliterate this mad god, isn’t it?”

“Honestly, I didn’t expect the Skills of Conscript and Deportation to still be functional,” Qin Muye griped. They were like instance rewards; those passive Skills that increased the strength of his Spirit Monsters were mostly gone, and the remaining ones like Reconnaissance Skill, Logistics Skill, and the like were almost all out of commission.

“I don’t even know if it’s enough.”

“Everything’s been arranged, he’ll be stuffed into the lab shortly,” Demon Blood said after pondering the strategy.

“Countering with Divine Power to gradually obliterate the Magic God, good plan, just that it uses a bit too many consumables,” Qin Muye observed from a distance a large number of Priests and Divine Envoys carrying out suicide attacks. With every Death, a large amount of Divine Power erupted, shrinking the massive, distorted Divine being bit by bit.

“In the territory of the Zijing Immortal, that’s interesting. No wonder the mad god suddenly stopped, it turns out it lost the position of the Duke of White Frost.”

“I didn’t expect them not to give up; the Duchy of White Frost was reduced to rubble because of this, and he dares to come again…well, he has no choice but to come.”

“If it really works out, perhaps I could dig up some relics of the Gendaya Civilization; after all, this mission chain is likely based on reality. But can anything really have been passed down from that thing?”

“Conscript!”

“That these consumables would willingly come and exchange their lives, that’s quite rare.”

But this thing wasn’t Shadow Equipment, it was proper Mecha, Demon Statue Level Mecha.

In an instant, Demon Blood arrived with his Frenzy Blood Spirit Monsters.

After the cleanup, and making sure there were no survivors, he lifted the block and afterward returned to the Endless Abyss.

But Skills like Scholarship, Enlightenment, Conscript, and Deportation, on the other hand, seemed to have no issues and could continue to be used, for reasons unknown.

Fortunately, whether it was the mad god or the former Mother of the Race, there was actually no conscious sense of self; otherwise, it would definitely not have ended so easily, and would have outright attacked the area protected from Perception.

As for the remnants of the Gendaya Civilization, Qin Muye didn’t hold much hope; after all, it was just a matter of having his people keep an eye on things, any slight disturbance would be known to him.

And the Frenzy Blood Spirit Monsters, there were thousands of them, densely packed, and due to their size, they practically didn’t leave a single survivor wherever they landed.

The reason for using Conscript when coming was simple: to save money. Conscript only requires 100 points of Magic Value, whereas using the Super Space-Time Transmission Channel would consume Resources.

And Zijing Immortal, too, saw the Duke of White Frost as a trusted confidant and initiated a vigorous industrialization in Zijing Mountain Territory.

As for the Priests, if you say they were strong, that’s not too bad; the average level was around tier 3, but the problem is devotion.

Combining intelligence, Qin Muye had reason to suspect that the gods thought the heretic, the Duke of White Frost, had been destroyed, which is why they came to finish the job.

It’s just that those consumables might have gotten unlucky; with mechas of tens of thousands of meters, hardly any could survive under a single stomp.

Having a territory is a symbol; once inside, it seems that higher beings cannot probe it, just like when the Mother of the Race was rampaging for awakening; no matter how strong, they could not extend their reach into it.

That lords could change races was something he had long known; the most classic example should be Feiyun, who transformed his own bloodline into that of the Elf Clan, though exactly which kind of Elf was unclear to him.

The process was simple: beat the other party half to death, and then just take them away.

Demon Blood acted quickly upon seeing Qin Muye’s concealment, with the shadow of every Frenzy Blood Spirit Monster beginning to wriggle, then climbing onto their bodies like Shadow Equipment.

Qin Muye integrated the structure of the Shadow Equipment into the Mecha.

Qin Muye’s territory also had this function, but it was only targeted at higher beings.

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An idea suddenly surfaced in Qin Muye’s mind: in the instance world, he replaced the protagonist, but on the server, he was not—the likes of Emperor Shen You were the Child of Destiny to the Warlock Dynasty.

Qin Muye was actually quite curious about how the other party precisely located the Duke of White Frost.

Qin Muye was very wealthy now, but he preferred to save where he could, given that various experimental projects and engineering budgets were all quite costly.

The intelligence department quickly sent over the details of the other party.

And then, predictably, there was no suspense—the mad god was pretty resilient, at least tough enough not to cry out under a group beating.

Getting them to make money was sure to go smoothly, but asking them to carry out a divine punishment was too difficult; there were definitely some devout believers, but only a small part.

If it had been just a Divine Envoy, Qin Muye would not have been too surprised, as their faith was extremely fervent; they would naturally obey the Divine commands, and they wouldn’t really die. Even if they exploded, it was only the carrier that died; their souls would return to the Divine Country.

Three minutes later, the mad god was fully dissected, and then, guided through the Super Space-Time Transmission Channel, one Spirit Monster after another was transported back to the territory.

The Three-eyed Tribe possessed innate Power, and the third eye on their forehead held spiritual power, but what he was up against was not a single person or force. Now at tier 5, facing a group of tier 7 beings, how long would it take him to reach their Power? A thousand or ten thousand years?

What does that mean? It means that most of the devout are actually at the bottom level, and they… have become vessels for Divine Descent by Divine Envoys.

Although there was no contact, the other party also did not sense the death of the Duke of White Frost.

So, if one can still maintain one’s self, it is because of lack of devoutness, and, in theory, they would eagerly come to make money, but how many would step up when trouble arises?

So he was thinking, does this world have such a thing? And if it does, could it possibly be utilized effectively?

He was not here for the Duke of White Frost but for this Magic God.

He didn’t understand the principle behind it, which seemed more akin to turning things into something resembling a black hole—nothing could be seen and everything would steer around it.

All things startling and seemingly illusory… Okay, it’s fake; it’s not as powerful as it seems. Qin Muye was very measured in his actions; he was here to rob, not to kill.

Countless animals and plants began to suffer from pollution, with the ground taking on a horrifying appearance.

It was the same now; the Duke of White Frost entered the territory of the Zijing Immortal, which also effectively shielded the mad god’s perception of him.

For resources that were such unnecessary expenditures, naturally, the more cost-effective methods were chosen.

If that were truly the case, Demon Blood felt he might as well bring all the Frenzy Blood Spirit Monsters and commit suicide. Losing one against a thousand is too disgraceful to continue living in this world.

It might work against the brainless, but it was practically useless against those with real brains. Watching someone go in, one wouldn’t just wait around like an idiot but would immediately explode the opponent.

Because their transformation of race was certainly not done through self-modification but rather through completing tasks triggered in the “Lord Era,” step by step, to receive rewards.

With the time it would take, one could develop the technology of the Gendaya Civilization, and within a decade or so, possess a Power capable of slaughtering Divine beings.

As soon as it came into contact with the air and was no longer restrained by Qin Muye, a wisp of Abyss Power rapidly expanded, instantly turning the entire area into an Abyssal ecology.

While both were being punished, the duration of their imprisonment was not the same.

The reason Qin Muye didn’t use Deportation was because the Spirit Monsters were too large and were still carrying the mad god’s body; actually deporting them would cause trouble if they landed in a cluster of buildings.

But this should also not be a simple matter; it’s estimated that one would have to complete quite a number of task chains.

And to say that these things are external? Is murdering with one’s fists more skillful and using a weapon shameful?

You can’t expect thousands of Spirit Monsters, comparable to 7th tier, to gang up on a 7th tier mad god and manage only to fight to a draw, can you? One hit from a Spirit Monster, followed by a 3,000 meter Mecha broadsword, and the opponent would still have the strength to resist?