Chapter 185: The Death‑Seeker Finally Dies

Unnoticed, Naimi Xisi vanished his own form, but the disappearance of the Mage who had always protected them from monster attacks did not attract the crowd's attention.

Because at that moment they discovered those monsters had fallen under control and could not attack humans, they immediately fell into revelry, praising the greatness of Tai Zi Ka and Azu Er, and angrily hurled stones at the monsters.

"Wait, what about that blasphemer?! He dared to mislead Tai Zi Ka's followers, causing them to leave the pyramid's shelter; they're probably already fallen prey to the monsters now, he deserves death!" a middle‑aged man seemed to recall the Mage's existence and shouted loudly.

Another old man said viciously, "Those false believers heard the heretic's words and believed them; they never deserved to live! It's good if they die! Even if they don't, I'll kill them and sacrifice them to the great Tai Zi Ka!"

The two men's words won the approval of everyone present; they scanned left and right with angry eyes, trying to locate the heretic who had always protected them, but found nothing.

Even Naimi Xisi, the proud dragon who never cared about ant‑size thoughts, was outraged by these Nik Sa Lan's shamelessness and stupidity—how could he still be right for saving them?

Fine, just a bunch of ants.

Naimi Xisi gave them a cold glance and then ignored them; he need not act directly—once the twisted Mana in the obelisk erupts, they will receive the greatest pain.

Only a few hundred Nik Sa Lan had survived to reach the outer plaza, and this scene naturally drew the attention of the two Great Shamans.

Tichisi flew into the sky, scanned the area and, unexpectedly, raised an eyebrow: "Those slaves aren't dead yet?"

Seeing the believers excitedly raise their hands to wave, trying to attract her attention, Tichisi let out a light laugh, a trace of cruelty flashing in her eyes.

"Since all your relatives and friends are dead, why not go join them? Naska City doesn't need survivors to tell its story!"

She lifted her slender finger, her skin—shimmering and delicate like a black pearl—cloaking terrible divine power, sending rippling azure waves through the air.

But Kusko called out to her: "Tichisi, stop playing."

"Those refugees don't matter; even if they live now, they'll soon meet death. Pray to the gods for the start of the Summoning ceremony for me." Kusko knelt on the ground, closed his eyes tightly, pressed his palms to his chest and whispered.

Tichisi clicked her tongue, impatiently lowered her finger and also knelt to begin praying. The refugees, seeing the Great Shaman ignore them, let go of their anger; they believed they had been saved by that heretic, causing the Great Shaman to abandon them, so they redoubled their effort to find the Mage to slaughter and sacrifice to the great gods to cleanse the sin of being rescued by the heretic.

"My Father in the heavens, Lord of the Star‑Camp, god of water/fire! Your followers humbly beseech you to cast your gaze, for the ritual materials you demanded are now complete; the humble believers pray for the steps of the Summoning ritual, to open the portal for the other‑worldly evil god leading to Maztek."

The obelisk's crimson vortex spun faster, pulling monster after monster inside; red currents began to fill the air, strands of maddening twisted will swirling around the Great Shaman and the shamans conducting the ritual.

"Calm down!" Kusko barked; behind him, the shamans whose eyes had begun to turn mad were instantly roused.

Golden light appeared around them, enveloping the shamans' bodies, and the faint twisted power was quickly cut off.

But is it really so?

If Kusko observed closely, he would notice that the shamans who fell victim to the trap now displayed varying mutations: some sprouted six fingers, some had eyes growing on their chests, these growths being subtle and hard to spot.

In the distance, the hidden Naimi Xisi watched the obelisk's feeding and curled his mouth into a smile.

"Not enough yet, keep sucking, a bit more."

At this moment, the Nik Sa Lan around him, affected by the twisted Mana, had already fallen into frenzy and agony. Their bodies writhed on the ground, emitting harrowing screams; scales, eyes, tentacles, extra organs—these bizarre things broke through their flesh and bone, growing wildly on their surfaces.

Without the shamans' strong Spiritual Power to resist, and without Kusko's Divine Spell protection, these Nik Sa Lan faced the full malevolence of the twisted Mana.

Naimi Xisi crouched before the middle‑aged man and the old man who had shouted the loudest at the start, and lifted the magical concealment from them.

The two whose pupils narrowed at the sight of Naimi Xisi struggled to extend their hands, saying painfully, "Please, please, please you. Save us, Great Shaman."

Naimi Xisi stepped on their outstretched hands with his foot, tilted his head and smiled, "What an unfaithful false believer, still seeking help from a heretic like me—Tai Zi Ka will punish you."

Panic and malice instantly flashed in their eyes; they glared at Naimi Xisi with a sinister stare, and just as they opened their mouths to curse, they found they could not speak.

"Shh," Naimi Xisi raised a finger to his mouth: "Without a mouth, how will you speak?"

They froze for a moment, trying to speak, but were horrified to discover it wasn't their voices that were gone; the spot where a mouth had been was now a nose, and the spot where a nose had been was now empty.

Naimi Xisi stood up satisfied, snapped his fingers and teleported all these mutated, maggot‑like Nik Sa Lan to the city's outskirts.

Had they stayed here, they would likely be killed by the after‑effects of the upcoming battle.

!

Offended him and think you can die so easily?

Heh, just live with that twisted body for a lifetime.

The petty Juan Ce Long, after avenging his foe, hummed a cheerful tune, gazed toward the distant obelisk; by then most of the monsters on the plaza had been absorbed, and the vortex had grown from five centimeters to a five‑meter‑tall behemoth.

"It's harvest time," Naimi Xisi squinted, leisurely raising his staff.

Six‑Ring Evocation Divine Spell—Twin‑cast 【Chain Lightning】!

"Swoosh!!"

In an instant, Kusko thought he had misread it, but the dazzling red light was already proliferating rapidly.

The red chain lightning, like divine wrath, tore through the dawn. Streaks of scorching electricity, as sharp as swords, pierced the air, striking the clusters of monsters that lingered in survival.

Two‑four, four‑eight, eight‑sixteen.

With each bolt's strike, accompanied by deafening thunderclaps, the monsters' roars abruptly ceased. Their bodies trembled in the red light, as if sensing ultimate terror. Then, stripped of all strength, they collapsed into a blackened, charred mass.

Kusko suddenly stood, staring in shock toward the direction the lightning shot.

Within the lightning, a vague figure stood; silver hair floated like a spider's web, and a sea‑deep magical aura pressed terrifyingly on everyone's heartbeat—he was the master of this cataclysm.

(End of Chapter)