Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 184 Blood Sacrifice to Humans, Heart Gouging and Abdomen Dissection to Summon Evil Gods; Six Laws Combined, White Rainbow Pierces the Sun to Break the Blood Array

Amidst the amused gazes of his teammates, Keeper of the Light, Crystal Maiden, Lina, Ogre Magi, and Lightning Wraith all made their appearance.

Combined with the Winter Dragon in mid-air, the Six Mages synergy is complete!

Mage: When there are six different mage pieces on the field, spell power is increased by 70%.

At the same time, the Crystal Maiden's arcane aura was applied to each piece, while the Ogre Mage applied a multicast effect to the Lightning Spectrum.

After summoning the chess pieces, Zhang Yuan then had his teammates adjust the formation. This time, the chess pieces weren't going to be at the forefront as meat shields.

The half-ogre brothers, along with Bard and the ogre mage (Blue Fat), act as the vanguard, while the mage pieces, Zhang Yuan, and Nancy are in the middle, and Kegan brings up the rear.

The group moved forward steadily, passing through the forest and trees, without any sense of tension about directly attacking the tiger's den.

After walking for a while, Zhang Yuan's expression suddenly turned grim, and he said, "Everyone, speed up! Those beasts want to perform a blood sacrifice."

Then he pursed his lips and buried his head in his work, and his teammates, hearing this, also sped up.

But Zhang Yuan knew in his heart that it was probably too late. In the vision of the Frost Dragon, the trolls had already set up the altar, and the prisoners were tied to wooden stakes and stood in a blood-red magic circle drawn up in a six-pointed star pattern.

In his anxiety, Zhang Yuan simply had the two dwarf brothers bring up the rear, while he led the chess pieces, Rick, and Morty ahead.

It's no wonder he lost his composure; this isn't just about a few lives. The last clue to the owner of the secret box can't just be lost like this.

Furthermore, what is even more terrifying is the act of blood sacrifice itself.

Any ritual involving blood sacrifice or human worship is devoid of any benevolent being; they are either evil gods or beings from lower realms, and neither of these is easy to deal with.

If the other party completes the ceremony and actually pulls off something, there's a possibility of things going wrong unexpectedly.

However, what they feared most came to pass. Just as the group was about to leave the forest and face the trolls, all six human sacrifices were cleanly disemboweled, their hearts removed and placed on the altar in the center of the six-pointed star array. As a particularly hunched and powerful figure danced wildly, bloody smoke gradually rose, and the nauseatingly sweet and fishy smell even reached the noses of the Canaanite group.

This was no ordinary smell of blood. Under Zhang Yuan's perception and arcane vision, an extremely chaotic and malevolent power continuously surged from the altar. Mages who had some knowledge of the outer planes identified the origin of this evil power.

Gray Wilderness!

It's hard to say exactly which evil god it is, but the current situation is not very optimistic.

In his vague perception, the magic net in the area ahead was being distorted by the corrupting power of this blood sacrifice ritual, and the magic power that was originally bound and flowing quietly within the magic net began to surge and become chaotic under the disturbance.

This turn of events gave Zhang Yuan, a mage, a very ominous feeling. As for how much negative impact the distorted and corrupted magic net would have on the spellcasters who were drawing its power, he didn't want to gamble on it at all.

The mage, his face ashen, simply stopped advancing. At this distance, where the horrific scene ahead was clearly visible even without a high vantage point, he had plenty of ways to make things difficult for his opponents; why risk going forward?

The blue fat mana spell's multicast ability had already cooled down, and his mana had long since been fully restored thanks to the arcane energy.

He immediately cast a multicast spell on Guardian of Light, and then the old man began to condense a ball of light directly in the direction of the Blood Sacrifice Altar.

It seemed as if countless rays of light were passing through the forest and converging on the head of the Light Guardian's staff, which was pointing straight ahead. A bright and dazzling ball of light gradually took shape and grew larger and larger.

The trolls on the other side weren't blind either; they noticed the commotion in the forest immediately. As the hunched figure's movements became more intense and urgent, several trolls charged over, wielding wooden clubs.

Unfortunately, just as Zhang Yuan was powerless to stop their blood sacrifice, the trolls couldn't possibly cross the hundreds of meters in just a few seconds to reach him. They had only covered a little over half the distance when the Light Guardian's spell was already complete and erupted in an instant.

"Ah~ I came!"

Accompanied by the lewd old man's vulgar tone, a shockwave formed from positive energy swept across a distance of nearly a hundred meters ahead, like celestial foals galloping side by side, spreading light.

This is the power of Keeper of the Light's signature move—the shockwave. It's not just the damage it inflicts, but also its ridiculously large area of ​​effect.

Using a shockwave formed by the primal power of light, similar to the light of Mount Paradise, a white rainbow pierced the sun and crashed directly into the trolls' blood array.

Now the fun is here!

What would happen if a chaotic and evil priesthood were struck by the light of positive energy?
Zhang Yuan had never seen or even imagined such a thing before; this was truly an eye-opener for him.

Halfway through the ceremony, the elderly priest, who was about to guide the Black Claw Lord's divine power down, felt little joy, not to mention that the price to be paid for this ceremony could not be satisfied by a few human sacrifices.

The greedy Blackblood Beast God probably coveted the soul of the priest himself, whose days were numbered, but that didn't matter. The old troll knew he didn't have many days left and would eventually return to the Gray Wilderness, so it didn't matter anymore.

What worried him was what to do next. He was awakened by an ominous premonition in the early hours of the morning. Always trusting his intuition, he did not hesitate to perform a prayer ritual.

When he was told that his tribe was about to be destroyed, the old troll was stunned. He probably understood where his premonition came from and began to make the worst plans.

Bad news kept coming. First, the raiding team was reduced to a few remnants, terrified like deer witnessing a lion's meal. The news they brought chilled him to the bone.

Leader Zuljin was killed in battle, and his priest allies were killed.

The opposing team's small convoy possessed such power, and it seemed they had no intention of letting them go.

The two abnormally large falcons circling in the sky could fool their dull-witted kin, but they couldn't fool Mara's priest.

"It's time to make a decision," Zu'aman sighed.

They gathered all the materials they had accumulated and selected the best among the remaining old, weak, and short trolls to form a hunting team, using the blood of their prey to draw the Black Blood Magic Circle.

Finally, they selected six of the healthiest and most intact prisoners from the few remaining captives to be sacrificed, waiting for the prisoners to come to them.

The old priest was very confident, not only of himself but also of Mara.

This chaotic blood oath ritual can summon the divine power of the Black Blood Beast God to descend and infuse the entire blood sacrifice. The divine power of the chaotic domain is enough to distort the magic net on a small scale, causing spellcasters below the high level to suffer effects equivalent to sealing magic, almost rendering them useless.

The blood mist generated by the ritual is not just for show. Mara followers who inhale the blood mist can enter a berserk state without any negative effects. As a result, the weapons they use or their natural weapons are considered to be basic enchanted weapons and are accompanied by a blood-red effect.

If it is an enemy, they will randomly fall into negative effects such as confusion, fear, curse, and madness, and this will be checked every once in a while.

Once someone falls within the range of this ritual's effect, regardless of the opponent's methods, they will inevitably be restrained, while one's own strength will greatly increase.

With this increase and decrease, unless the opponent is exceptionally overpowered, there is little chance of a comeback.

(End of this chapter)