Sign In: Becoming A Great Spell Deity Starting From The Magic Academy Chapter 68
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Chapter 68: The Sky Wolf King, Zhebe, is Dead
“Ultimate mage of the Faroe Kingdom, do you know who I am?”
Suddenly, his figure became extremely determined, as if he had made a decision.
“This is what I want to know the most. If you’re willing to share this secret, I can hear you out. It’s not too late to act after you’re done.”
Lei Luo laughed.
However, his heart was on guard.
After Zhebe had found out that he was a peak ultimate wizard, he actually didn’t feel despair?
This made him a little disappointed.
“You’ll find out soon,” Zhebe sighed because this decision was really too bad.
But he already had no other way.
He also didn’t expect that there would be such a day where he would actually become the kind of existence that he had once loathed the most.
However, for the sake of survival, for that great goal, what was the big deal about giving up some things?
In the next moment, the body of the Sky Wolf King suddenly exploded. Blood qi surged into the air as if turning into a cloud of blood, before abruptly flying towards the direction of the imperial city.
Lei Luo was a little stunned when he saw this scene.
What was going on?
The Sky Wolf King had actually self-destructed?
Wait, something wasn’t right. It didn’t seem like suicide. Instead, it was a kind of sacrifice.
A kind of sacrificial art that used one’s own life.
In the next moment, Lei Luo felt the entire imperial city suddenly shake, as if something hidden had been activated.
Lei Luo immediately sensed it, and a shocked expression appeared on his face.
“It can’t be. This Zhebe self-destructed and sacrificed himself in blood, all for the sake of activating the imperial city’s great formation. Could it be that Zhebe’s goal is this?”
Lei Luo somewhat understood.
The Angel Holy Light Shield’s defensive power was extremely powerful, but the blood cloud that Zhebe sacrificed could actually pass through as if forming a strange resonance with the whole of the imperial city.
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Lei Luo had a feeling that once Zhebe’s plan succeeded, something bad would happen.
Even he was unable to solve it.
He had to stop it!
Lei Luo no longer hesitated. He chanted an incantation and released the Wargod domain.
In an instant, the blood cloud was immediately enveloped by the Wargod domain. It was restricted and eventually imprisoned.
Even if the blood cloud struggled and twisted crazily, it was completely useless.
Lei Luo’s Wargod domain completely countered this blood cloud.
Under the wear and tear of the Wargod domain, the blood cloud began to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye.
“This is a domain. Only the legendary archmage can have a domain. Why would an ultimate mage like you have one?”
A desperate roar came from within the blood cloud. It was a little crazy.
It was Zhebe’s consciousness that was hidden within the blood cloud.
With the protection of the blood cloud, his consciousness could survive and would not dissipate immediately.
As long as he used the sacrificial body to completely open that mysterious domain, he would be able to enter and have a chance to reverse the situation.
But now, he was in complete despair.
This ultimate mage of the Faroe Kingdom was actually able to possess a divine domain.
A subversive ultimate mage possessing a divine domain that could only be used by a mage god was really too ridiculous.
Why did the heavens treat him like this?
They gave him hope, but they also sent him down into the abyss.
It was too cruel.
Just like that, under the cover of the Wargod domain, the blood cloud that Zhebe’s self-destructed body had turned into became smaller and smaller. In the end, he was only left with a pure body of consciousness.
This was the first time that Lei Luo had seen a pure body of consciousness.
Under normal circumstances, even a pseudo-ultimate mage would not be able to maintain his consciousness after his body was destroyed.
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But an ultimate mage could do it.
It was just that the body of consciousness was too weak. It would dissipate when it was blown by the wind.
Now, Zhebe’s body of consciousness was imprisoned in Lei Luo’s Wargod domain, so he could survive.
“I didn’t expect that after scheming so much, I would actually be defeated so thoroughly, and in the end, I would be destroyed by your hands.”
Zhebe’s consciousness transmitted its thoughts.
He had already completely lost the ability to resist.
There was no need for the other party to make a move. As long as he developed the god’s domain, was illuminated by the sun, and was blown by a gentle breeze, he would completely disappear.
Three thousand years of planning had actually fallen into such a miserable state.
How pitiful, how lamentable, how hateful!
“Ultimate mage of the Faroe Kingdom, you will never be able to find out what kind of secrets this capital contains, Hahaha…”
Zhebe’s heart was as dead as ashes, but he still let out a final maniacal laugh.
“It doesn’t matter if you don’t tell me. I have plenty of ways,” Lei Luo said indifferently.
How could a pure body of consciousness stir up any ripples?
He immediately activated the soul-absorbing codex and enveloped Zhebe’s body of consciousness.
“Ah, what kind of occult mind spell is this?”
Zhebe’s body of consciousness let out a shrill scream.
Even in the outside world, occult mind spells were rare and precious existences.
He did not expect that this ultimate mage of the Faroe Kingdom could actually master an occult mind spell.
What kind of ultimate mage was this? Was he a demon?
A peak ultimate mage possessed a divine domain and a precious secret mind spell.
He had to suffer eight lifetimes of bad luck to encounter this.
“Don’t even think about getting any information from my body of consciousness…”
Zhebe’s body of consciousness used all its strength to block it.
Unfortunately, the remaining body of consciousness was gradually worn down and became muddle-headed. In the end, it revealed all its secrets to Lei Luo.
Eventually, Lei Luo took a long breath and opened his eyes. They were filled with disbelief.
This Zhebe is really not simple.
Lei Luo was amazed.
If he had not become a peak ultimate mage and comprehended the Wargod domain, this time Zhebe would have been successful.
However, this shocking secret now belongs to me.
The corners of Lei Luo’s mouth curled up into a smile.
To be able to make Zhebe spend three thousand years planning and imagining being able to find it, just how precious was this secret.
However, to completely activate the imperial city’s array and open that domain, it must be a blood sacrifice.
Lei Luo frowned.
Previously, Zhebe had waited for three days before attacking the city. He wanted to make all the humans completely despair before killing them. At that time, he would be able to completely open the king’s city’s array and open that extremely mysterious domain.
There was no other way.
Fortunately, Zhebe brought a million werewolves over this time. It just so happens that they can be used to activate the great formation of the capital…
A hint of coldness appeared in Lei Luo’s eyes.
He had never been a kind person. If it was beneficial to him, he would definitely do it.
Moreover, these million werewolves were of a different race. They had originally come to slaughter, invading middle-earth all the way, and their hands had been stained with the blood of countless humans.
They had caused the people of the Faroe Kingdom to suffer so much.
So he wouldn’t feel any psychological burden sacrificing them.
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