Chapter 90: Lament That Shakes Heaven (Please Follow!)

Luo De, trapped within layers of seals, showed not the slightest panic.

At first, the continuous freezing effect of the [Ice Prison] did cause him some trouble.

But after being strengthened by fire dragon meat, his muscles carried a faint heat.

With sustained muscle contraction, the heat generated easily neutralized the freezing.

“Ice affinity is always the bane of close combat—I’ll need to figure out how to handle it later.”

Of course.

[Hatred of Burning Pain] is an exquisitely rare all-attribute offensive—dispelling the [Ice Prison] is no challenge.

This is merely Luo De’s deficiency-phobia in defense.

He took a deep breath of the slowly seeping poison mist.

It swirled in his lungs and felt surprisingly invigorating.

At that moment, Luo De suddenly felt the air grow heavier.

And sticky.

“The scent of a domain.”

No wonder he’s Bahadur’s student.

Unlike me, who gained everything through bodily transactions, they likely awakened it themselves.

Naulin’s urging voice came again.

Luo De had no patience to fool around with these three petty mages.

[Hatred: 452]

After killing Bert, hatred increased by 100 points.

Four hundred fifty points is quite substantial, isn’t it?

Luo De decided to try the full version of [Lament That Shakes Heaven].

When the fire lion transformed, its appearance had actually been kind of cool to him.

BOOM!!

Instantly, pink-purple hatred flames surged skyward.

The ice prison and vines burned to ash at visible speed.

The ceiling’s massive boulders were instantly pierced through, shooting straight into the sky.

The ponytail and stripe mage were both startled awake.

Watching the swirling pink-purple embers, they couldn’t help but feel a flicker of resentment.

But Bahadur’s student had seen too much.

He swiftly cast a clarity spell on himself, breaking free from that mental state.

“Is this… Dragon Hatred?”

The stripe mage was utterly horrified.

The ponytail mage’s knowledge was inferior—she’d joined the Dragon Fun Society solely for Bert.

She knew little about dragons.

“What is Dragon Hatred?”

“Cosmic beings—the power of the Cursed Dragon of Hatred… Has this man performed the forbidden ritual to summon a cosmic entity?!”

Though Bahadur Magic Academy permits all things,

they still wouldn’t deliberately court death.

Summoning cosmic entities has been banned for millennia—it’s an absolute red line even they dare not touch!

Rumor even claims that someone’s summoning ritual pulled the isolated Igoh race onto the continent.

Though unproven.

With that said,

the hatred flames on that side vanished instantly.

All spells imprisoning Luo De dissolved into nothing.

He landed on the ground.

His body was now clad in a rugged, full-body armor of purple and yellow.

Dark yellow spines protruded from the faceplate and inner arms.

Two sharp, grotesque spikes jutted from his shoulders.

Even the [Sword of Devotion] had changed.

From a delicate one-handed sword, it became a massive, angular greatsword.

Its golden blade was covered in interwoven serrations.

Luo De felt an unprecedented surge of power.

THUD!

The ground exploded—he vanished from his spot.

The serrated greatsword, swung with one hand, appeared before the stripe mage.

Carrying violent gales, it shattered at least three layers of magical shields in an instant.

In the man’s stunned gaze, the blade’s tip grazed his robe’s hem.

Luo De had no intention of killing him yet.

A domain is a valuable thing—this man, who’d barely mastered it, was still useful.

“I won’t kill you. Tell me about the Dragon Soul.”

Before he finished speaking, Luo De suddenly realized the man had stopped reacting.

He looked again.

The man’s upper body had slid down from his waist.

His organs spilled across the floor.

Uh.

I guess I overdid it.

The ponytail mage hurled something at him.

Luo De turned and slashed with his sword.

BOOM!

The object exploded into smoke, which solidified into a gelatinous substance, engulfing Luo De.

Hatred flame surged.

Instantly dried up.

“Monster!”

Her staff and magic rings flared simultaneously.

A glowing orb appeared—its explosive force unleashed poison, curses, and mental spells of despair and numbness.

Then came a massive ice spear.

Luo De didn’t move—an absolute immunity.

The ice spear shattered layer by layer against his body.

He shook his head.

“Sixth tier? Pathetic.”

With that, he swung his sword.

Hatred flame extended from the blade’s tip, slashing far across the ponytail mage’s body.

Her shield shattered, then reformed.

Then shattered again.

Repeated countless times—until every defensive magic ring was spent. She spat blood in agony, facing the oncoming hatred blade with despair.

[Hatred +100]

[Hatred +100]

Luo De turned toward the half-elf.

And the half-elf immediately knelt where he stood.

“Don’t kill me.”

“I thought Bahadur’s people were brave.”

“I’ll trade wealth, treasures—for my life. We have no real conflict.”

Luo De raised an eyebrow.

Before he spoke,

the half-elf hurled his spell satchel at him.

Luo De opened it and glanced inside.

It was nowhere near as generous as the reward from the land naga, Eve.

“Not enough.”

“You can bind me with a magical contract—or enslave me. I only ask to live.”

Only now did Luo De truly see him.

The opponent was, in fact, a half-elf.

As a human-elf hybrid, she was shunned by both sides.

Humans saw her as an outsider; the elves regarded her as a disgrace.

It was hard to imagine this girl had managed to survive in Bahadur—and seemed to be doing well.

Hum—

The spiritual light dissipated.

The effect of the [Jump Prohibition] ritual ended.

To prevent the half-elf from escaping, Luo De raised his hand and gripped the air.

An opening tore open in midair, and four chains infused with purple spiritual energy shot out, binding her limbs.

[Gravity Chains].

After reaching the sixth tier, Luo De’s spiritual strength had grown significantly.

He might still be unable to stop [Spatial Teleportation], but he could at least slow her down.

Nearby, Lily appeared using [Spatial Teleportation].

She scanned the surroundings, then looked at Luo De’s posture.

She couldn’t help but murmur in amazement.

“Another spiritual art I’ve never seen before—how many more secrets do you have?”

“Is everything fine outside?”

Due to the [Jump Prohibition] ritual, Lily had not entered the temple.

Instead, she remained outside, assisting the Fufeng people in eliminating the last group of serpent folk.

Tally emerged halfway from the shadows.

She froze upon seeing Luo De, then swallowed hard in silence.

“Master, I found it—beneath the temple, there’s a magical barrier. I can’t get through.”

Meanwhile, the succubus had been tasked with finding those who had excavated the Dragon Soul.

Clearly, they had both succeeded.

The half-elf glanced at the succubus, then at the gnome.

Her face lit up with delight.

“A slavery spell? You used a slavery spell?! Amazing—you’ve enslaved two different races! We’re kindred spirits!”

Luo De, unusually silent, snatched her staff away.

“Lily, keep an eye on her. Tally, lead the way.”

With that,

he stomped the ground with [War Trample], collapsing it beneath him as he plunged downward.

(End of Chapter)