Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 71 - 27: First Encounter with Warlock Magical Combat

Chapter 71: Chapter 27: First Encounter with Warlock Magical Combat

In this realm, Daoists practice true magic, divided into Warlocks, Mages, and even officially appointed Masters by the Imperial Court, based on their cultivation base.

Zhang Mingrui is merely the lowest rank of Warlock.

In truth,

in the expansive Gu’an County, those qualified to be called Warlocks are few and far between, with the only Mage being Abbot Wuyuan from Cien Temple outside the city.

The fundamental difference between Warlocks and Mages is the absence of mana cultivation within the body.

Without mana, one cannot directly perform magic.

If one wishes to perform magic, external objects must be used.

The Magic Altar,

is the primary means.

The Magic Altar is established according to certain rituals, capable of enhancing a Warlock’s abilities, increasing the power of magic, and is even used by mages with mana to conduct magic.

Commonly known as opening the altar! 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Powerful Warlocks, aided by high-grade Magic Altars, can even unleash power that overwhelms Mages who perform magic without setting up an altar.

On the altar, there are items such as pure water, copper coins, Yellow Talismans, Copper Bell, Ruler, Dharma Seal, Command Flag, etc., placed according to certain rules.

There are many intricacies within, not understandable by those who have not received true teachings.

"Heavenly spirits, Earthly spirits, the disciple bows thrice before the altar please!"

Standing before the Magic Altar, Zhang Mingrui formed gestures with his left hand, coordinated with the steps beneath him, his right hand danced the Peach Wood Sword, and he rapidly chanted in a low voice:

"I invite the Gods into the Purple Chamber!"

"I invite Heaven and Earth’s higher altar!"

"I summon the soul to come forth!"

Usually carefree and unruly, Zhang Mingrui now bore a solemn expression, like a divine spirit commanding the power of Heaven and Earth.

Instilling awe in those who saw him.

"Imperial Decree!"

"Buzz..."

The void lightly trembled.

A surge of Supreme Yang Energy erupted from Zhang Mingrui’s body, meeting the Magic Altar, with his aura swiftly escalating and enveloping the surroundings.

The dark and evil energy in the world seemed to dissipate completely.

This is...

The altar and one’s own energy merging, the altar successfully opened.

Fang Zheng’s eyes brightened, growing increasingly eager to see the proceeding magic.

"Ring-a-lingling..."

With the altar’s empowerment, Zhang Mingrui could finally perform magic, instantly stepping forward to pick up the Copper Bell and gently shook it in his palm.

Simultaneously, reciting the spell:

"Nature of Heaven and Earth, disperse the vile air; Mysteries within the cave, brightness of the highest origin. Gods of the eight directions, render me natural; Spirit Talisman decree, announce to the Nine Heavens."

"Hastily like an Imperial Decree!"

Accompanied by an urgent shout, two copper coins snapped up from the altar, transforming into two streaks of light, rushing directly toward the zombies in the field.

The copper coins, light and brittle, would hardly harm even if it falls on an ordinary person.

Zombie bodies are comparable to Blood Martial Artists.

But...

"Boom!"

The two zombies collided with the copper coins like being hit by cannonballs, their bodies flying several feet back, with their thick corpse aura frantically dissipating.

"Aaah..."

The zombies roared in anger, but the copper coins remained tightly nailed to them, like a mountain of immense weight pressing down, immobilizing them in an instant.

An opportunity!

Chief Luo and Du Sheng’s eyes lit up and they rushed forward, wielding knives and swords, striking at the zombies’ necks.

"Slush!"

As the corpse aura dissipated, their defense weakened, unable to resist the blades of Blood Martial Artists, and two heads rolled to the ground instantly.

Without their heads, the zombies lost their ability to move, turning into ordinary corpses.

Upon witnessing this,

Fang Zheng had some thoughtful insights.

Judging by strength, Zhang Mingrui might not be stronger than Blood Martial Artists, but as a Warlock, he has means to counter zombies and ghosts.

Dealing with the supernatural is far more convenient than a Warrior.

But if combating Warriors, this manner of forming gestures, chanting spells, setting up altars, might lead to getting beaten to a pulp before preparation is finished.

So to speak...

Each field has its expertise.

On the other side, after Zhang Mingrui suppressed the zombies with the Purifying Heaven and Earth Divine Spell, he didn’t pause and transformed the spell, casting again:

"...Perish upon encountering the curse; vanish upon encountering the curse; Six Spirits protect me, slashing evil and dispelling demons, bearing spiritual light."

"I serve the Three Pristine Ones hastily like an Imperial Decree!"

Protective Mantra of the Six Spirits!

The spell descended along with the Yellow Talisman from the sky, invigorating the Governmental Officials, while inflicting painful screams on the White Lotus Sect followers.

The Protective Spell can cut off evil energy, while the Divine Strike invokes the White Lotus Saint’s thoughts, aligned to the power of yin evil, just to be restrained by this.

This spell,

can counter Divine Strike!

Without the protection of Divine Strike, several White Lotus Sect followers were but ordinary people merely familiar with martial arts, incapable of resisting everyone’s assault.

In the blink of an eye, a group had surged to the front of the ruined temple.

"Damn Daoist, ruining my plan!"

A woman’s sharp screech echoed from within the temple:

"Die!"

"Woo..."

With the sound arising, dark winds suddenly surged, the night already dim, now further veiled like a black drape covering all directions.

It seemed as if reaching out would allow one to touch the black sky.

The heavy, invisible pressure made it hard to breathe.

"What is that?"

Fang Zheng gritted his teeth firmly, cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and his eyes stared directly at the five floating shadows in mid-air.

The shadows, both male and female, all wielded sharp blades, their faces twisted and fierce, and the chill emanating from them silently froze the ground with frost.

"Resentful souls!"

Zhang Mingrui’s expression was solemn:

"Using human souls for refining techniques, it is indeed the evil way of the Wutou of Lushan!"

Ordinary people’s souls disperse after death, becoming an underworld soul is difficult, becoming a resentful soul is one in a million, unless it was intentional.

The evil way torments people with magic before they die, trapping their souls in magical artifacts posthumously, refining them into resentful souls to harm others, this is the most unforgivable evil technique.

This kind of evil way, has long lost its humanity.

"Careful!"

With a low shout, Zhang Mingrui rapidly formed a hand sign and recited a spell:

"Bright and blazing, the sun rises in the east, I cast this spell now, to sweep away the ominous, those who encounter the curse shall perish, Celestial Master and Master, protect beside me, slay evil, and exterminate the spirit, my body is filled with spiritual light."

"I, by the command of the Celestial Master, as urgent as the law decrees!"

Protective Spell of the Celestial Master!

This spell is an advanced version of the Protective Mantra of the Six Spirits, also one of the eight divine spells of Pure Yang Palace, and the most powerful protective spell Zhang Mingrui learned.

"Screech!"

The five shadows emitted a mournful wail, this sound was inaudible to the ears, yet it was real and exploded in the mind.

In an instant.

Many Martial Arts Academy disciples fell to the ground, clutching their heads and screaming miserably.

Even Fang Zheng couldn’t help but grunt, staggering backward several steps.

Resentful souls?

Ghosts!

Does such things truly exist?

How could one fight something intangible and untouchable?

While his thoughts turned, the resentful souls had already split into two, pouncing towards the crowd, the remaining three turned into green smoke and headed for the magic altar in the field.

The resentful souls, formless and intangible, wielded blades that severed the Qi and internal energy of the Martial Arts Academy disciples and Governmental Officials, though they could not cut the flesh.

A hapless soul was pounced on by a resentful soul, and in the blink of an eye, their flesh and hair dissolved, turning them into a horrifying dried corpse.

"Stir the Qi and blood!"

Chief Luo shouted:

"Everyone gather together, resentful souls fear the vitality of the living, they won’t dare come near if we group together."

Compared to ordinary people, the three resentful souls rushing towards Zhang Mingrui were halted outside the magic altar by the Protective Spell of the Celestial Master.

"Dan Tian fire clouds, roaring across heaven and earth. Conquer the evil aura above, cut the wicked presence below. Lightning flashes incessantly, wind never stills. Communicate the truth, visit the Emperor’s presence."

Zhang Mingrui picked up a Spirit Talisman from the magic altar, bit his finger, and swiped it across, urgently chanting:

"Summon Thunder!"

"Go!"

"Crackle..."

The Spirit Talisman ignited without wind, followed by strands of electricity manifesting out of thin air, as the three resentful souls realized something was amiss and tried to retreat, but it was clearly too late.

Lightning spread like a net, instantly covering the entire area.

"Screech!"

The resentful souls wailed, the sound of ghosts crying and gods howling shook the magic altar, and they themselves turned to ashes under the electric light from the Spirit Talisman.

Flying Thunder Spell!

Fang Zheng’s eyes lit up.

He knew this spell, potent and powerful, capable of exterminating ghosts and gods, yet Zhang Mingrui had refused to teach it despite his constant requests.

Now, it indeed seems formidable.

Still...

Must warlocks chant a string of spells first during magical combat?

It seems quite unimpressive.

Don’t blame him for finding the chanting mystical, but to cast spells faster, Zhang Mingrui uttered the syllables so quickly that others couldn’t understand a word.

They only heard gibberish, then the spell succeeded.

"Demoness!"

Having vanquished the resentful souls, Zhang Mingrui exhaled lightly, disregarding the sweat on his face, and picked up another Spirit Talisman full of patterns.

This time, his eyes showed clear reluctance.

"Primordial Mysteries of Taiyi, essence of Bingding; emissary of lightning, illuminating the universe."

"Go!"

Flying Thunder God Spell!

He knew the spell, but the Spirit Talisman was bought at a high price from the elders of his sect, yet he had no choice but to use it against the White Lotus Sect demoness.

"Boom!"

A muffled thunder echoed across the void, and before Fang Zheng and the others could react, a shrill scream came from the depths of the dilapidated temple.

"Good!"

Zhang Mingrui’s heart soared with joy, instinctively letting out a strange cry, and he flipped, leaping off the magic altar.

"Bang!"

A green light streaked toward the magic altar, exploding with the force of a high-explosive shell, leaving the magic altar in ruins, not a tile remained intact.

Fortunately, Zhang Mingrui dodged in time, or he would not have escaped the calamity either.

"The demoness is done for."

Landing, Zhang Mingrui shouted:

"Don’t let her escape!"

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