Firefly Journey

Macaulay's sneak attack failed, and his eyes were now swollen, like waterlogged sponges.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his eyeballs bulged outwards, as big as copper bells, as if they were about to fall out.

Cassius Bello frowned. When they had met before, Macaulay had behaved normally, showing no signs of being corrupted.

This is completely different from Mayor Curry Ward.

Cassius immediately concluded that Macaulay's abnormality had just begun, meaning that Woolf had not only used methods to deceive everyone, but also taken this opportunity to begin her corruption.

However, judging from the results, the effect was unsatisfactory. It seems that the evil god behind him was in a weakened state, with limited magical power to unleash, and could only control one person at a time.

And this person, oh no, this troll, is none other than Macaulay.

If the evil god behind him had enough power, there was no need to send someone as worthless as Woolf to do the job. Wouldn't it have been better for him to do it himself?

Moreover, Curry Ward took office more than a decade ago, which is quite a long time. It's impossible to determine when this mayor was corrupted; perhaps his appointment was arranged by an evil god, or perhaps he was corrupted after taking office.

In conclusion, the fact that the evil god did not have the ability to descend in person indicates that either His power was insufficient or He had become weak for some reason, and many things could only be accomplished through the hands of others.

"Setting your sights on the Divine Ruins... is it because of Klenbo's divinity?" Cassius muttered to himself. Unfortunately, you shouldn't have made your move at this time, because the opponent you've encountered is not as simple as it seems on the surface.

Aside from Cassius himself, the "fraudster" Erillo was also involved. He followed the path of death, and on the surface, although he did not belong to any faction, who knew who he was working for in secret?

Cassius had a hunch that the Death Church, "Deathwhisper Grove," which had been detached from worldly affairs for many years, was about to start to stir.

Yes, Cassius temporarily categorized Erillo as part of the Deathbringer lineage, not only because his profession was the Deathbringer path, but also because the style of this con artist was similar to that of the Deathwhisper Grove—he preferred to scheme behind the scenes.

“If I’m not mistaken, you’ve already lost ‘His’ power,” Cassius said confidently.

Woolf's expression changed, but she did not refute him, because what he said was true.

Just now, Cassius suddenly appeared and disrupted the entire plan. With no other choice, he used all the evil god's blessings he could muster to forcibly control the troll McCauley, while he himself lost the protection of the evil god.

Woolf can only use her powers as an "elemental mage" now.

This meager skill is clearly insufficient in the presence of a great and virtuous teacher.

A sense of unease crept into her heart, but Woolf forced herself to suppress her fear: "So what? Do you really think you can stop us?"

Although he lost the power of the evil god, it did not mean he was at the mercy of others. Moreover, with Macaulay, who possessed the full power of the evil god, supporting him, a single Awakened One was not enough to change the situation.

He didn't realize how terribly wrong his idea was.

Even a demigod-level mountain giant was easily toyed with, so what ability does an evil god who can only unleash a portion of his power have?

Daylight had broken, but everyone was still fast asleep. Cassius didn't bother to wake them. Firstly, waking them would require magical energy, and at a time like this, he wanted to avoid wasting it.

Secondly, slumber is not necessarily a bad thing for them. Although Lumer, Jonathan and others have considerable strength, they are actually only slightly stronger than Macaulay. If the evil god can control a troll, he might be able to replicate it again, so we must be careful.

Under the control of the evil god's will, the frost troll McCauley completely lost his mind, wildly swinging his club and attacking Cassius in coordination with Woolf.

Woolf, a master of thunder magic and a "temperamental" individual after achieving the third awakening, brandished his staff and summoned thunder from the heavens.

These bolts of lightning were utterly insignificant to Cassius; they were as weak and powerless as the threads used to weave a sweater.

Cassius's body surface suddenly turned brown, as the power of the "Tremors" erupted, protecting him.

"The world's first ray of light, illuminating the dark sun, washes away sins!"

As Cassius chanted softly, a great light shone forth from him, spreading outwards in all directions.

Woolf's thunderous power seemed laughable like a clown in the face of this "miracle." In the blink of an eye, the dazzling sunlight pierced his heart, and he fell straight down.

Macaulay, who was swinging the bat with all his might, was not spared either; under the sun's rays, his skin became even paler.

Those lifeless eyes gradually regained their luster.

pat.

The big stick fell to the ground. Macaulay clutched his chest, his face filled with despair. He remembered what had just happened and knew clearly what had occurred.

Cassius killed him, but you can't blame him; you should even thank him.

Without Cassius's purification, he would have become a corrupted person like Woolf, an ending far more wretched and painful than his current situation.

“Don’t forget what you promised me.” Macaulay smiled weakly.

Cassius nodded emphatically: "I will fight for the best interests of your people."

Upon hearing this affirmative answer, Macaulay's last breath escaped, and he collapsed, kneeling and lifeless.

Cassius breathed a sigh of relief. Just when he thought the matter was completely resolved, Macaulay's body underwent a horrific change, a scene that could easily cause physical discomfort.

Suddenly, a blood-red gash appeared on Macaulay's white belly, revealing two tentacles, followed by the insect's body encased in a carapace.

Cassius reacted quickly. It seemed that the evil god was not simply unleashing power. If his guess was correct, this was His body, or rather, a part of His body.

They really went to great lengths to obtain a piece of divinity.

boom!

Cassius's tentacles moved with lightning speed, and a stone pillar burst forth from the ground. Unfortunately, it was too late; the tentacle monster moved nimbly and disappeared in a flash.

Cassius looked resentful; he was powerless to pursue them.

In his prime, he was absolutely certain he could catch up and destroy it. However, using the miracle twice in a short period of time had depleted most of his magical power, leaving him powerless against the cunning incarnation of the evil god.

After closing his eyes and recovering briefly, Cassius walked up to his students and silently cast a purification spell.

He kicked Fwayne in the butt: "Still sleeping? Get up!"

Fway was startled and jumped three meters high.

"Is it dawn?"