Chapter 187: The Cursed Diqisi (Order Reversed Today! This Is the First Chapter)

The surging red lightning spread like a tide, and two divine chain lightning strikes almost killed the remaining nearly ten thousand monsters.

Their corpses swayed and rose in place, silently staring at the great shamans; this terrifying scene made Kusko feel a chill.

"Damn. What kind of evil art is this!" Kusko's expression turned grim, but he made no move; without his maintaining the ritual, the shaman troupe behind him had no right to preside over such a massive ceremony.

Diqisi had no such concern, so she acted at once; a crystal‑clear stream of water shot from her hand like a poisonous snake, instantly solidifying in the air into a radiant water whip.

"Continent dweller, how dare you interrupt the gods' ritual? Such blasphemy, aren't you afraid of divine retribution?" Diqisi said in a sinister tone.

Naimi Xisi smiled and waved a hand, "Gods? Do you think I don't know your gods have been locked away? Tsk tsk, they're just a few claw‑less wild dogs; you think bringing them out can scare me?"

The heretic's mockery sent Diqisi into fury; she clenched her silver teeth, eyes blazing, and as the great shaman of Azu Er, no one had ever dared to desecrate the gods so brazenly before her.

"Then go die!!"

A furious scream accompanied the attack; the water whip arced through the air, extending dozens of meters, leaving beautiful blue ribbons that seemed to dance in the sky.

Thousands of transformed thunder‑charred corpses opened their fang‑filled mouths and spewed crimson lightning at Diqisi; the unexpected assault froze her movement, and she bit back the water whip aimed at the heretic, swiftly swinging the Divine Spell Ring in her hand to create a flowing azure energy shield.

Countless crimson bolts slammed into the energy shield, yet not even a ripple appeared; Diqisi sneered at everything before her.

【Azu Er's Hymn】 How could it be broken so easily!

Seeing the lightning ineffective, the charred corpses stepped forward slowly toward Diqisi; such a massive number of Undead could indeed drain many Spellcaster Divine Spell slots, but Diqisi was different.

A hint of mockery flashed in her eyes, and the water whip lengthened again to launch another attack.

Each swing of the water whip was accompanied by a powerful sense of force; the air seemed cut by the whip, emitting a "whoosh" sound. The water flowing on the whip kept moving as if alive, at times surging like raging seas, at times gentle like a babbling brook, ever‑changing.

Every charred corpse touched by the water whip was cleanly sliced in half.

The water whip, wielded by Diqisi with fierce vigor, formed an intricate whip technique that created a tight protective circle; not a single charred corpse could approach within ten meters of her. In a short time, nearly a thousand corpses were annihilated.

Naimi Xisi smirked at the scene, noting that although shamans are relatively backward priests, they are, like priests, strong‑armed brutes.

But it doesn't matter; he's the same now.

In the first ray of dawn, as Diqisi and the others stared in stunned silence, the heretical humanoid—broke apart.

The magnificent, holy colossal being burst from the tiny humanoid shell, unfurling wings that blocked the sky like massive sails, gently billowing in the wind, each beat stirring rolling gusts.

Its scales glittered with dazzling light as if studded with countless brilliant diamonds, overlaid with intertwined mysterious patterns. Sunlight pierced the cloud gaps and fell upon its body; the silver dragon seemed clad in golden armor, majestic and sacred.

The colossal being gazed at everyone with its violet dragon eyes, lifting the corner of its mouth: "Ah, now it's the second round."

"Dragon dragon? It's actually a dragon? Why is it silver?" Diqisi panicked a bit; although the trace of a benevolent dragon is untraceable on the Maztek continent, she knows that an eighty‑meter‑long five‑colored evil dragon is not easy to handle.

"Ants," Naimi Xisi announced haughtily from above them, "I am White Mystery. Submit to me, and you may avoid death." "What a joke!" Diqisi interrupted angrily, eyes blazing, "Just a petty evil dragon, what right do you have to make the servants of gods submit?! Who do you think you are!"

"Diqisi!" Kusko's face turned serious, "Calm down! Go to the pyramid immediately; you can't handle him."

Kusko cast a solemn glance at the distant dragon; as a shaman nearing Legendary Level, he sensed the dragon's terrifying pressure more keenly than Diqisi, who had just entered the 17th level, and felt his heart race.

Today will likely be a battle to the death, Kusko sensed.

Diqisi clenched her teeth but did not argue; the pyramid's power is the foundation of their retreat, and she was not blinded by arrogance.

She immediately prepared to summon 【Azu Er's Stealth】 to teleport inside the tower.

But a force thwarted her plan.

Five Ring Abjuration Spell — 【Instant Dimensional Anchor】!

With a light tap, the dragon sealed the entire area of dozens of square kilometers with the spell's power; any teleportation was blocked by the 【Dimensional Anchor】.

"How… how is this possible!" Diqisi's eyes filled with panic; she called 【Azu Er's Stealth】 again, but nothing happened.

"Ah, trying to escape? That won't do." The dragon's voice thundered from the sky, making the discovered Diqisi turn pale.

!

A black pentagram gem suddenly appeared before the dragon, hovering in its claw, exuding a gloomy, oppressive energy.

"Foolish believer, the ghoul of the evil god, I curse you; from now on, the Divine Spell you pride yourself on will become the source of your suffering, and your beautiful visage will turn into the ugliest form in the world!"

Invisible dark energy crackled in the air, storming into Diqisi's body; the 【Darkest Moment】 and the power gem's dual amplification of the 【High-level Curse】 realized the dragon's vile curse in the most terrifying way.

"Aaaaaaaaa!!" Diqisi clutched her face in pain, emitting a shrill scream as she writhed on the ground.

The bodily pain was not the worst torment; the dragon's dreadful curse content terrified her most.

When the pain eased, Diqisi anxiously summoned a water mirror to see her own face, but the next moment a mournful wail erupted.

"No!!!!"

In the mirror, eyes that once glowed like emeralds now seemed poured with molten iron; their sheen vanished instantly, turning blood‑red and murky.

Her visage appeared scorched by flame, beautiful lines twisted and deformed, skin covered with nodules and pustules; the once delicate flawless skin was gone, leaving only green sores and cracks, a foul, fishy stench spreading from her face into the air.

Her former beauty and confidence turned to nothing in that instant, replaced by a monster's snarling horror.

(End of Chapter)