Lord of Mysterious Wizard-Chapter 220 - : Awkwardness (2nd Update)

Chapter 220 -220: Awkwardness (2nd Update)

The meaning revealed in everyone’s gaze was crystal clear, all sharing the same thought: “Never thought you were this kind of person!”

If Tang Qi had surrendered or fled from the beginning, whether it was Hall or any other Transcendents, although they would be utterly contemptuous, they could at least understand the logic. But now, after unleashing such a powerful move, even if you surrender now, when Gary Ross, that freak, becomes the incarnate of the Evil God on earth, do you think he would spare you?

Everyone was utterly bewildered.

Only Sith, who was severely injured and lying on the ground, relying on a layer of Holy Light Protective Shield to preserve his life, seemed to have thought of something, with a contemplative look on his face.

On the other hand, Gary Ross was also confused by Tang Qi’s “choice.”

But soon, he cast those thoughts aside.

With a casual wave of his hand, a sky full of crimson vines surged towards Tang Qi once again.

No matter what this inexplicably appearing person intended, as long as he succeeded in removing the Confessor Knight Sword that was suppressing the Evil God’s Intestines and merged with it to become the earthly avatar of the great Divine, all schemes would be in vain.

By then, Gary Ross was confident he could sweep away everything.

Even if the Archbishop of the Bright Church, or even the Pope himself, came personally, he would not fear them in the slightest.

With such a majestic air of authority, Ross appeared before the vortex sealing, without hesitation, he leaped into it. His body passed through the filthy Black Mud, penetrated those faces of Pain, those Rotten limbs, and unimpeded, entered the space sealing the Evil God’s Intestines.

A bizarre scene unfolded when Ross entered the space—the endless, blood-drenched vines, the mouths full of sharp teeth that were constantly wailing curses, instantly calmed down.

All the mouths slowly closed, and the writhing, flailing intestines, like a sleeping Python, coiled upon themselves, quickly piling into a mountain—a disgusting, twisted mountain of fleshly intestines surrounding Gary Ross at the center.

His palm slowly reached for the ancient Knight Sword, from which pure Holy Light was steadily emanating.

At this moment, Gary Ross was a “Bright Knight.”

Buzz!

He gripped it, a scene akin to a Knightly saga unfolded before everyone’s eyes.

The Transcendents, struggling to resist, and Hall, who was almost drowned, had both anger and despair flash in their eyes.

They seemed to envision a tragic Future, not only for themselves but also for the entire Messer City and its citizens corrupted by the Pollution; they would all become sacrifices in this catastrophe.

Just like the terrible tragedies recorded in the Dark Age.

At this time, the only one with a different thought was perhaps Tang Qi.

While using Jason’s Great Chopper to mince the approaching blood vines into chunks, he watched Gary Ross, who was releasing the Evil God’s Intestines, with an interested gaze.

Naturally, the scene from the Thorns Campus emerged in his mind.

Martin Sims!

The Holy Confessor that almost everyone admired, an upright and stern Ascetic.

But in Tang Qi’s eyes, his character had already collapsed.

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Since the “Desire Demon” had left a trace of its projection’s power,

Then the more powerful Evil God’s Intestines here had no reason to be unguarded.

This was one of the reasons why Tang Qi was willing to let Gary Ross pass; as for the second reason, it was just a vague thought in the bottom of Tang Qi’s heart, one that he might not act upon until entering that realm.

Inside the sealing space, Ross gripped the Knight Sword without any hindrance and pulled with force.

It did not budge!

Ross’s expression changed slightly, then it seemed he used a Secret Technique, his arms bulged almost to the point of deformation, and tremendous strength surged through his muscles as the Holy Light flowed violently, apparently to infuse into the Knight Sword, and he pulled again.

Buzz!

The Knight Sword remained immobile.

“Hmm?”

The expression on Gary Ross’s face completely changed. There was a sense of absurdity—how could the sealing not follow common sense? How could a bona fide Bright Knight fail to pull out an ordinary Knight Sword?

Not far away, Tang Qi watched this scene and inwardly exclaimed as expected, but he did not laugh because he felt it was worth waiting a little longer; perhaps more exciting developments were yet to come.

Tang Qi’s premonitions were always very accurate, including this time.

“Could it require a blood sacrifice?”

Gary Ross, who failed to draw his sword, swiftly considered this and then prepared to vomit a drop of Sith’s blood.

But as he opened his mouth to do so, an elderly voice, both high-pitched and contrived, as if piercing through numerous spaces, rang in everyone’s ears.

“Have you grabbed enough? Remove your filthy claws, disgusting things tainted by the Evil God, wrapped in the disgusting guise of a Church Knight; the combination of two disgusts, how utterly repulsive…”

“Buzz!”

A succession of revulsions echoed, paired with the deliberately executed high-pitched tone, creating an image so vivid that any Transcendent with slightly stronger imagination could visualize an old man scrunching his face in a look of pure aversion.

However, for the “parties involved,” Gary Ross and Sith, the situation was a bit awkward.

Fortunately, soon after that voice ceased, another sudden change occurred which immediately recaptured everyone’s attention.

“Crack”

A crisp sound emanated from the altar.

As Sims’s voice dropped, the altar cracked, but what appeared was not a physical fissure but a flicker of ghost light.

Then came a portal, a gateway that surfaced beneath the tip of the sword, then expanded like a black hole.

Boom!

Boom, boom!

A terrifying sucking force erupted without warning.

“Hiss~hiss”

The “Evil God’s Intestines,” which had fallen into slumber not long before, were now reawakened; the mouths filled with sharp teeth within made terrifying sounds, causing everyone including Hall to feel as if their skulls were brutally hammered.

Chaos and madness surged, with blood streaming out from the Transcendents’ ears and eyes, instantly stripping all of their combat abilities.

At this moment, however, neither the Polluters nor the blood-colored vines had time to concern themselves with them.

They first froze, then rushed frantically towards the sealed space, with Gary Ross issuing a mad roar.

“No!”

Nothing could prevent the Evil God’s Intestines from being pulled into the black hole gateway; they were being banished.

This was the defense laid by Martin Sims; should there be signs of escape, the power he left behind may not be able to eliminate the Evil God’s Intestines like it could a demon, but it could banish them.

However, the “Evil God’s Intestines” were after all not ordinary, especially here, where more than one variable existed.

Gary Ross, the perverted ambitious man, made a decision in an instant.

He discarded the guise of a Bright Knight, violently grabbed his own head, and with a violent tug, stripped off a layer of “Holy Light Human Skin,” casting it aside like trash.

Ross, having resumed a non-human form, didn’t hesitate to throw himself at the edge of the black hole, allowing the Evil God’s Intestines to entwine around him, their blood-filled maws relentlessly gnawing his flesh, the crunching sounds with their intense revulsion penetrating into the minds of those present.

Soon, Gary Ross was gnawed down to half his body, and on the remaining smooth half, mouths bristling with sharp teeth began to appear, emitting terrifying wails and curses.

He seemed completely insensitive to pain, howling towards the sky.

“Come on!”

“I shall become the Sovereign!”

“Rumble”

The “Pollution Pool,” now wholly shifted above the heavens, numerous Blood Sausages enwrapped with dark magic power, countless corpses of humans and monsters, churning plasma, formed a nearly tangible column of smoke roaring into the sealed space.

In an instant, an incredibly shocking scene unfolded.

Using his own body as a conduit, Gary Ross forcibly dragged the Pollution Pool into the sealed space, utilizing the twisted and corrupted power produced by the citizens of Messer City to support the “Evil God’s Intestines” in countering the Knight Sword left behind by Sims.

A wild and arrogant voice emanated from the sealed space, now entirely transformed into the Pollution Pool.

“I shall ultimately prevail, I shall become the Sovereign.”

“This is the true Pollution Pool; welcome anyone to enter, to fall and distort here. In service to the great Sovereign Ross, sacrifice everything, ahahaha…”