Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 185 His mission unfinished, he died before achieving his goal; leaving the trolls to weep bitterly.

Unfortunately, there are always some cunning people in this world who regard martial virtue as precious as steaming, fragrant gold.

They always disregarded the warm hospitality and earnest teachings of their seniors, and instead attacked them with a flurry of punches.

If the visitors are just ordinary people, Zu'aman has plenty of ways to make them understand the principles of respecting the elderly and caring for the young, and being a decent human being.

It's a pity that Zhang Yuan, such an unreasonable guy, came, and he also had unreasonable methods.

A powerful move that can't be unleashed is worthless!
Zhang Yuan is a veteran player, how could he not understand this principle?
Who has the time to wait for your ultimate skill to finish casting?
Who would be so foolish as to go head-to-head with your ultimate move?
Zhang Yuan's actions were like someone throwing a firecracker into the toilet halfway through defecating; it might not kill someone, but it would certainly suffocate them.

Moreover, the shockwave of Keeper of the Light is far more powerful than a firecracker.

The violent reaction between this positive energy light wave and the chaotic, evil black blood divine power is probably only comparable to sodium in water or water in a pot of oil.

Zul'Aman was not a high priest after all. He could only maintain the ritual and could not stop the power coming from Mara. He could not cut off the power coming from Mara, and he was too busy to deal with the shock wave. He could only watch helplessly as the spectacular scene of the white rainbow piercing the sun unfolded right before his eyes.

Chichi~
The surging light of righteousness shone on the chaotic blood light. These two completely opposite forces collided, merged, eroded, and annihilated each other, producing a sound like acid corrosion.

At this moment, Zu'aman, unable to move due to the energy transmission required to maintain the ritual, could only pray that Mara's divine power would be enough to extinguish the obstructive white light.

Mara above! Our own God is clearly working!

Seemingly sensing that its power was being blocked, the divine power transmitted through the ritual became even more abundant, stubbornly resisting the impact of the white light wave and protecting the core of the altar from its influence.

However, the surprises came and went quickly, and with the lewd voices ringing out again in the distance, the situation suddenly took a sharp turn for the worse.

A purple light flashed on the old man's forehead, and the multicast effect from the blue fat man was activated. The Lightguard skill was instantly off cooldown, and his mana was replenished.

"Ah, I came~"

Two seconds later, another shockwave formed, and a vast herd of light, resembling horses, galloped toward the target.

At the critical moment, the old troll was finally forced to reveal his last trump card.

The Blackblood Totem is worshipped by the entire tribe during their daily rituals to worship Mara. It is engraved with the emblem of the Blackblood Beast King and the Claw of Mara, with a blood-red light flowing along these patterns.

Unable to move, Zul'Aman roared, and one of the trolls behind him hurriedly planted the Black Blood Totem Pole in the ground, standing in front of the old troll.

Just as the two combined white lights were about to break through the blood mist's blockade and head straight for the altar, Mara's divine power seemed to have found another outlet, and a beam of blood light directly enveloped the totem pole.

The previously thin and almost dissipated blood mist instantly thickened, regaining its balance of power with the white light.

Just as the old troll, relieved, was about to continue guiding the ritual, a sharp, bluish-white light suddenly flashed before his eyes. "Here we go again?"

But the old troll had misunderstood. Lightbringer was old and frail; how could he withstand such a stimulating thing as three consecutive shots?
"Let everything burn!" Lina's red hair blazed with fiery intent!
Intense magic materialized in the Fire Maiden's hands, and lightning formed from the collision and friction of high-temperature plasma cleaved through the atmosphere, striking Zul'Aman directly. The numbness and burning sensation from the high-temperature lightning caused him to open his mouth in pain, but he was so trembling that he couldn't even vibrate his vocal cords.

Even so, the old troll did not lose consciousness, and his hands remained firmly pressed on the altar. This willpower moved even Zhang Yuan, who was his enemy.

So, Zhang kindly had the Frost Dragon grant him an Embrace of Extreme Cold as a small token of his goodwill.

The severely injured old troll felt a chill run through his body as a strange power transformed into ice, enveloping him completely. Under the nourishment of this power, his injuries gradually began to heal.

Instead of being pleasantly surprised by this act of kindness, Zu'aman was terrified.

His connection to the altar was severed!
The thick ice not only restricted his mobility but also prevented him from contacting the altar.

And so, under the old troll's bloodshot eyes and Zhang Yuan's comical grin, the divine power that had descended through the altar and was guided and controlled by the priest instantly lost control, rising like a raging storm.

The red and black light began to twist and sway like a candle flame in the wind, flickering and uncertain. Then, more and more of the light that failed to turn into blood mist accumulated and condensed, swelling and shrinking like an embryo, rising and falling erratically.

Just as the old troll, finally freed from the freezing effect, was about to escape this time bomb, the embryo ruptured.

With a faint roar, crimson and black blood light burst forth violently, knocking down the totem pole beside it. The out-of-control blood light and the equally unobstructed white light collided without any obstruction.

The convergence of the two primal forces triggered a terrifying explosion, and the entire magic circle, with a radius of about fifteen meters, was wiped away as easily as a sand painting that had been wiped clean.

The trolls guarding the magic circle suffered even worse. The destructive energy flow caused by the fierce conflict between order and chaos, light and evil at the center of the circle directly pierced their bodies. Their proud regenerative abilities were of no use whatsoever, and they were plunged into eternal darkness.

The only remaining creatures on the scene were the trolls that charged forward but were first bombarded by two shockwaves from the Keeper of the Light, then nearly electrocuted by two plasma currents from the Lightning Spectre, and finally cut down by Münster and the other two.

The matter has come to an end.

After drawing his Blazing Sword and finishing off the dying trolls on the ground, Zhang Yuan led the group forward. The blood mist had dissipated, and the previous sacrificial array now only left a large pit with a radius of more than ten meters and a depth of about three meters in the center.

Upon reaching the original altar, all traces of the old troll's existence in this world vanished with the explosion, leaving only one thing behind.

Looking at the totem pole covered in blood-red patterns, and then observing the runic emblem of Mara on it, the mage was caught in a dilemma.

I'm not willing to take it. After such a hard-fought battle, this is my only spoils of war. Moreover, it survived such an explosion, so it doesn't seem like an ordinary thing.
"Take it? I dare not. Things related to faith and divine power are the most strange and difficult to deal with. I just killed one of their priests. If I carry such a thing with me, wouldn't I be asking for trouble?"

I steeled myself to discard it, but then I heard a system notification:

"High-level energy source detected - divine item establishes connection with administrator. Accept and absorb?"

It really has a keen sense of smell; it pops up as soon as it sees something good.
Given this, Zhang Yuan readily accepted the option.

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