The Low-key Evil Wizard BOSS-Chapter 63 - 1: The Fall of the Level 5 Blood Knight

Chapter 63: Chapter 1: The Fall of the Level 5 Blood Knight

Having activated his Invisibility Cloak, Zorn was like an unseen ghost within the dense Death Black Mist.

The corridors were littered with the bodies of the Forbidden Bloodline’s Believers.

There were even the corpses of several Level Two Transcendents among them.

Zorn glanced at his Sequence Level.

His Experience, previously at Level 2 with 82%, was now at 88%.

Using the Evil Spirit Calamity to kill Transcendents was, without a doubt, a fast and satisfying way to level up.

If he could just wipe out those fools putting up a desperate struggle in the depths of the basement...

Zorn could not only borrow the Catastrophe Power to advance directly to Level 3, but he could also accumulate some Experience toward it.

At that moment, a bitter battle was raging deep underground.

Hundreds of Evil Spirit Creatures roamed the gray mist, looking for an opportunity to attack.

Although the Evil Spirits weren’t highly intelligent, they were all battle-hardened hunters.

They knew how to deal with High-Level prey.

Upon reaching the more spacious second level of the basement, Zorn quickly assessed the situation.

The highly lethal Level Two Death Black Mist, combined with the charge of the Level Two Evil Spirits, had inflicted heavy losses on the madmen from the Forbidden Bloodline who had opened the sealed gate in a single wave.

After a round of fierce fighting, with the exception of the Bloodline Assassin, the few capable Assistant Priests who had barely survived the Death Black Mist were all dead.

The Level 1 Dream Maker Zorn had captured earlier had not been spared.

Even the two Level 4 Priests were grievously wounded from the poisonous Death Black Mist and the attacks of over a hundred Evil Spirit Creatures.

Fortunately, the Level 5 Vice Bishop, the Blood Knight Gregor, had stabilized the situation by killing more than twenty Evil Spirits in a row.

Wielding his crimson Blood Fang Knight’s Lance, with his Boiling Blood Fighting Qi churning around him, Gregor stood guard at the entrance of the now-open sealed gate, his expression exceptionally grim.

Two Priests of the Bloodline, clad in robes, flanked him, their auras clearly weakened as they gasped for breath.

The power of the Level Two catastrophic Death Black Mist...

...was fatal to Level 1 Transcendents.

It would cause Level 2 Transcendents to lose their combat effectiveness and die a slow death.

Level 3 Transcendents would have their strength greatly reduced, making them easy prey for the attacking Level Two Evil Spirits.

As for Level 4 Transcendents, if their constitution was robust, the effects were relatively minor.

However, these two Level 4 Bloodline Priests did not have outstanding constitutions and were thus more heavily affected.

Their injuries from the Evil Spirits’ assault were quite severe.

From a great distance, through the dense Death Black Mist, Zorn could smell their Spiritual Essence leaking away.

The scent of Spiritual Essence made the surrounding Level Two Evil Spirits stir restlessly.

The Level 5 Blood Knight, Gregor, possessed a formidable Knight’s constitution and was almost completely unaffected.

This was also the reason why the horde of Evil Spirits dared not charge rashly.

Mobilizing his Boiling Blood Fighting Qi, the Blood Knight Gregor stared into the dense Death Black Mist, his gaze like a torch.

He could feel those damned Evil Spirits watching him like hungry tigers.

He wasn’t afraid of these Level Two Evil Spirits.

What was terrifying was the mastermind behind this horrific Calamity.

An Evil Spirit!

An extremely powerful one, at that.

A terrifying and powerful Evil Spirit like that could definitely kill him in this Level Two Evil Spirit Calamity environment.

With his vast experience, he knew that the damned Evil Spirit was lying in wait deep within the gray mist, biding its time.

And if he wanted to get this batch of the Forbidden Blood out, he couldn’t afford to give it that chance.

Taking a deep breath, the Blood Knight Gregor lowered his voice and called out to those behind him.

"Are you done yet, Regina!"

A quick reply came from behind the partially open sealed gate.

"I’m ready, Lord Gregor."

As he responded, the Bloodline Assassin Regina emerged, carrying a silver, scale-covered Monster Treasure Chest.

A strange, flowing silver sheen also appeared on his body.

His gaze swept quickly over Regina, who was now carrying the Forbidden Blood.

The Blood Knight Gregor nodded slightly, a hint of relief appearing in the depths of his eyes.

Regina possessed a special bloodline power that allowed him to assimilate the "Forbidden Blood."

With proper nurturing, he was certain to achieve great things in the future.

"Stay behind me, and watch out for that terrifying—"

The Blood Knight Gregor’s words caught in his throat as his expression suddenly changed.

With a dull clang, he slammed his Blood Fang Knight’s Lance into the hard flagstones before him, cracking the ground in a wide web.

A wide, thick Blood Shield, bubbling with blood, rapidly materialized in front of him.

In that instant, a howling gale arose.

WHOOSH...

It was like the low hum of Death itself.

SHIIING—

An invisible scythe blade bloomed against the Blood Shield.

It sent waves of blood surging across the shield and carved deep cracks into the Blood Fang Knight’s Lance behind it.

"It’s a Forbidden Curse!"

The Blood Knight Gregor’s voice was dry as he took a deep breath, his hands tightening around the crimson Knight’s Lance before him.

"And it’s a Forbidden Curse empowered by Catastrophe Power."

WHOOSH...

The wailing gale grew more turbulent, carrying the deadly edge of the Forbidden Curse Scythe.

The Blood Knight Gregor gritted his teeth, struggling to hold up the crimson Knight’s Lance in his hands.

SHIING! SHIING! SHIING! SHIING...

The terrifying Forbidden Curse Scythe struck again and again.

The terrible, destructive power of each strike that collided with his Blood Shield and Long Spear forced him to give it his all.

As he fought against the terrifying Forbidden Curse, he could feel Death whispering in his ear.

It couldn’t help but remind him of when he first started on the path of a Knight, training with his spear late into the night, exhausting every last bit of his stamina as starlight trickled down upon him.

He had ultimately conquered himself, enduring until he could manifest Fighting Qi and master the Knight Sequence.

"This time will be no different!"

he roared.

With his broad shoulders, calloused hands, and surging Boiling Blood Fighting Qi, he poured all his strength into the Blood Shield, blocking the relentless assault of the Catastrophe Power-empowered Forbidden Curse.

When the most violent flurry of scythe blades struck the Blood Shield, the Blood Knight Gregor knew the most difficult part was over.

As long as he could endure the latter, weakening half of the Forbidden Curse’s duration, they would have a chance to escape.

A glimmer of hope!

It was right before his eyes.

Just as the Blood Knight Gregor was about to grasp that glimmer of hope,

SHLICK!

A sharp, piercing blade suddenly stabbed into his lower back, plunging deep into his Sequence and even touching his very soul.

The Bloodline Assassin he had been protecting had dealt him a fatal blow at the very moment he was about to see the light.

"Bloodline: Poisoning," "Invisibility Assassination," "Life-Sacrifice Strike."

The combined effects of these stacked Skills directly extinguished the Blood Knight’s hope of survival.

CRACK... CRACK...

The Blood Knight Gregor’s towering body, which had withstood the Forbidden Curse, swayed like a collapsing mountain.

"Why... Why... Why did you betray me!"

The Blood Knight Gregor, his eyes seeming to split with rage, roared and bellowed. The sound was like a clap of thunder, and his teeth ground together with a sickening screech.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his limbs were rapidly swelling.

Despair had completely drowned him.

He suddenly abandoned the Blood Shield and Knight’s Lance he depended on for survival. Since he wasn’t going to live, he would kill the damned traitor.

The Blood Knight turned and, in his grief and fury, struck out at the Bloodline Assassin with his palm.

SMASH!

The Bloodline Assassin Regina’s head burst like a watermelon, an exceptionally clean death.

Assassins already have difficulty confronting Knights head-on.

To say nothing of a Level 5 fighting a Level 2.

The next moment, the Blood Knight Gregor followed the Bloodline Assassin Regina to his doom.

The gale of the Forbidden Curse swept past, destroying the Blood Shield and the Long Spear, and sliced the Blood Knight Gregor—his Sequence already collapsing into chaos—to pieces.

The Level Five Blood Knight had fallen!

The two Level Four Priests, who hadn’t been of much use, were also cut to pieces.

Logically speaking, if those two Level Four Priests had been in perfect condition, they could have unleashed even greater power than the Level Five Blood Knight.

But unfortunately, their constitutions weren’t strong. They had been afflicted with a poisonous weakening debuff from the Death Black Mist, and their strength was greatly reduced.

Then, a fierce charge from the Evil Spirits had damaged their Spirituality.

In the end, under the baptism of Zorn’s enhanced Forbidden Curse, they died filled with resentment—truly the most tragic figures on the scene!

As the group died, countless Evil Spirits swarmed forward, frantically devouring the flesh and blood, absorbing the small amounts of Wandering Souls and Spiritual Essence within.

Zorn didn’t stop these Evil Spirits.

Within the range of the Evil Spirit Calamity, the vast majority of Death, slaughter, Wandering Souls, and Spiritual Essence would be collected by the Catastrophe Power and belong to Zorn.

No matter how much the Evil Spirits devoured, they could only get the scraps.

However, even these scraps were a supreme delicacy to the Evil Spirits from the border of the Calamity Origin Land. They were lucky to get even a single bite.

He carefully recalled the betrayal between the Blood Knight and the Bloodline Assassin, and the final, hate-filled strike.

’What an unforgettable scene.’

And this... was the terrifying power of an Evil Spirit Wizard’s Authority.

To silently bewitch minds, twist Faith, and deliver a fatal blow at the critical moment.

It was foreseeable that such things would continue to happen.

In the original timeline, "Zorn Corick" had used this powerful method unscrupulously.

This made the Transcendents from the Church and other Evil God Sects wary, making it difficult for the trick to be surprisingly effective.

But now, Zorn was using it as a critical killing move.

The effect was unexpectedly good.

This kind of secret technique needed to be used at a critical juncture; a gentle push could trigger an earth-shattering result.

Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, Zorn’s peripheral vision swept over the surrounding dense Death Black Mist before he walked toward the silver Monster Treasure Chest left behind by the Bloodline Assassin.

The resources inside were the true essence of this massive Rat Plague incident.

Just as Zorn approached the silver Monster Treasure Chest, something unexpected happened.

A giant, six-foot-wide purple Rune Hand suddenly tore through the gray mist and lunged for Zorn.

’The Mad Wizard!’

Zorn’s pupils constricted slightly.

That Level 5 Mad Wizard had slipped in without a sound.

He had chosen this critical moment to launch a surprise attack on Zorn.

SMASH!

Zorn’s body was instantly crushed by the terrifying Rune Hand, sending flesh and blood flying as Black Mist billowed out.