Badge in Azure

Chapter 1375: Fycro’s Weakness (Part 2)

Chapter 1375: Fycro’s Weakness (Part 2)

There were too many poor notes within Rafel’s magical tower. Among the things recorded within the magic notes were many misunderstandings of the skills from the battle between the ancient humans and the gods. Based on the tone of the writings, the mages’ pride was evident from beginning to end.

Low-grade mages might not be able to understand most of the terminology, but they would definitely grasp the meaning contained within these battles. Humanity had once been neck to neck with the gods, and there was even a time when it stood above them.

The matter of Myers Continent’s plane’s advancement could be comprehended entirely by the mages here. Jason had not concealed it from everyone. This also gave the low-grade mages hope. They no longer held attaining grade-9 as their goal but instead set their sights on a loftier position.

Thus, even if the cultivating environment of the interdimensional plane was not on par with the Myers Continent’s, the mages’ speed of advancement was faster here. When people had hope, they were different from those who had no hope.

A large volume of data had been collected, especially on Fycro’s movements when expanding scrolls. The raw data had surfaced within Saleen’s calculations.

Fycro had used about half a second’s time to retrieve the scroll. This was not the norm for his level. Even Saleen had faster ways of retrieving his equipment. Furthermore, the duration in which Fycro used this scroll was 18 frames.

Even if this was already very fast, Saleen still detected a few problems.

The reason scrolls were valuable was precisely because of their speed and ease of use. This was somewhat slower than an Instant skill. For professionals who didn’t have time to temper their skills, a scroll was often the fastest method to bolster their combat power.

Fycro’s speed of using a scroll was that of a beginner.

“Saleen, Fycro’s skills didn’t keep up with the advancement of his rank.” At this time, Jason spoke to Saleen. His sentence underscored the crux of the problem.

Fycro had just advanced. He still hadn’t internalized many grade-13 skills. Fycro might have even directly advanced from grade-11 to grade-13, which would have kept his shortcomings hidden.

Hence, after Fycro became a god, the so-called hidden dangers would also disappear. The only remaining problem would be the failure of his combat skills to catch up with his rank.

“Teacher, even if this is the problem, we still can’t kill him. Fycro’s godly item is too weird,” Saleen said with some disappointment. Fycro’s Mirror of Fate seemed to be an entity capable of offense and defense. It could more or less reflect all energy attacks. As for physical attacks, although Rafel’s spear had destroyed the surface of the Mirror of Fate, Saleen had a hunch that Fycro would quickly repair it.

Moreover, when Fycro left, he did not look as if he was facing a crisis at all. That meant he had a way to directly leave Pande’s Maze and would not have to rely on foolish types of methods to leave.

Just what kind of skills did Fycro have?

Jason was suddenly overcome with emotion. He used a finger to point at the magic image in front of him. The magic image adjusted its angle and continuously increased the distance of the surveillance by more than 500 kilometers.

There lay the boundary of the forest. An iron-clad army was advancing. Protected in the midst of this army was a group of Holy Masters dressed in black. At the front of the army was Fycro, riding a magic beast.

Only it wasn’t Fycro!

Saleen’s looked worried: It was Fycro’s clone.

The Cloning technique: This was a skill that could only be grasped by a grade-15 god. Fycro had surely grasped it by now, indicating that he definitely had a special godly item.

“It’s not the Cloning technique...” Jason’s voice was steady, with no discernible fluctuations in his emotions. Then he added, “It’s the Incarnating skill. Fycro split himself in two. Each one’s power was pretty much the same, thus the slow speed at which he just used the scroll. That’s because his mental power was insufficient. Controlling a grade-13 scroll will be laborious. He would rather slow down the speed of release. Plus, he wanted to let the scroll expand safely.”

The weapon held in the hand of Fycro’s Incarnation was like a curved moon that danced in the air. Wherever it passed, no magic beasts or magical plants could resist. Fycro’s Incarnation used the most brutal methods of cutting a pathway through the forest. The black-clothed Holy Masters protected by the Holy See’s army released divine spells, killing the trees that had been destroyed. They would no longer be revived.

By forging a path in this manner, Fycro’s army would be able to pass through the forest in no time.

Fycro had already entered the Pande’s maze. He had used a foolish way, not the fastest method. In his Incarnation’s hands was also a godly item—the Moon of Massacre.

The Mirror of Fate and the Moon of Massacre were a pair of godly items. The reason Fycro was able to cultivate the Incarnating skill was that if there was no Grand-ranked existence surpassing him in that sealed between him and his Incarnation, he could rely on the godly items to move about.

In other words, if he wanted to escape now, he could use the power of the godly items to return to his Incarnation’s side.

It was just that he prepared this ability for use when dealing with the Lord of Glory. He was currently only grade-13. If there came a day when the restrictions on the Myers Continent were suddenly lost and the Lord of Glory descended, he might not necessarily be able to attain grade-15.

Although the Lord of Glory was just a grade-15 god, he was probably the strongest among this level. The number of godly items he had collected was also extremely high. This god’s abilities had been honed by battling other gods of the same grade. He had even exterminated a grade-16 god. In the war of the ancients, the Lord of Glory had not been affected; instead, he had expanded his divine kingdom.

Once the strongest humans and gods above grade-17 had vanished, the Lord of Glory became a prevailing force: No gods dared to be stationed close to his divine kingdom.

He consumed anyone close to him, enemies and allies alike.

Except for me, there can be no other gods! This was not just something the Lord of Glory used to deceive his disciples, it was also a goal he used to inspire himself. He wanted to eradicate all gods and become the first to attain grade-19 on this Crystal Wall system.

When that time came, all gods would pledge allegiance to him. He would only need to seal away grade-19 power, then he would be unmatched in this Crystal Wall system. Afterward, he could go about preparing to break open, even more, Crystal Wall pathways, lifting up the system of this Crystal Wall system. With no need to enter an even higher grade Crystal Wall system, he could sit back enjoy the fruits of others’ labor.

How could Fycro be so careless in facing such a god?

With these two godly items, as long as he did not let his Incarnation and his actual body stay at the same place often, he could escape anytime. Fycro was not an egoist; he didn’t feel capable of shaking up the Lord of Glory’s commanding presence.

Fycro was a realist: He was so realistic that he had calculated everything clearly. When he discovered that Saleen’s strength was beyond his expectations, he immediately withdrew from the battle.

Among Saleen’s subordinates, there was someone whose strength was at the same level as him.

Grade-13: This rank was not permitted to appear on the Myers Continent. In the current Myers Continent, the strongest rank allowed was grade-12. Any professionals above that grade had to seal their strength. Only then could they continue living on the Myers Continent.

For outsiders like Rafel, if the sealing technique was poor, it was easy for them to be punished according to the rules of the plane.

Those who were native to the plane were subjected to slightly fewer restrictions. For example, if they broke out once in a while, their punishment was minor. Fycro was precisely in this situation. He was born and bred on the Myers Continent, so he could easily seal his own power. On the Myers Continent, he was a grade-12 professional who was at a peak state.

The interdimensional space began to grow. The rules in this place were separate from those of the Myers Continent. Hence, in this interdimensional space, Fycro’s strength could be unrestricted. His decision to advance and become a god was reasonable.

No matter how good his relationship was with Saleen, he would want to dissolve the alliance. Both sides had already fallen out with one another. When advancing to become a god and igniting the divine fire, the alliance contract could be incinerated at the same time.

That is, unless it was a contract branded in the depths of the soul; otherwise, the burning of such divine fire was sufficient to wipe out all low-grade rules. The item Fycro and Saleen had signed was not just some high-grade contract. From the very beginning, Fycro harbored the intention of going back on his word.

Fycro was unaware that Saleen’s magical tower had been spying on him from more than 500 kilometers away: Every magic beast and every magical plant in this forest served as the magical tower’s eyes. It was not that the magical tower was so mighty that it could directly observe from more than 500 kilometers away!

Fycro’s method was to let mages possess some abilities of a high-grade mage when they were at a low grade. After advancing to a high grade, they could save on a lot of time spent for acclimatization.

Fycro flew down from the sky, readily firing a Spear of Holy Light. He killed a magic beast that pounced up from high in the air and merged with his Incarnation.

The Mirror of Fate needed repairing; hence, Fycro now used the Moon of Massacre and began to absorb power.

The Mirror of Fate now absorbed the power of faith of those who prayed. But what the Moon of Massacre absorbed was the power of life from the bodies of targets that had been killed or soul fragments.

The forest was being compressed inward as it was being cut down at a speed of 300 meters an hour. Fycro’s black-clothed Holy Masters applied their skills. Some seemed to be death mages. Under the illumination of the gray glow, it was difficult for any magical creatures to be revived.

Ever more troops marched in this direction. This time, Fycro concentrated all his power. The Oracle Corps’ concealed tricks had been mobilized by him without hesitation.

The grade-10 Holy Masters exceeded the Pivotal Council.

Among the Ascetics were powerful warriors who exceeded grade-9.

Fycro originally thought such superior power would make it possible to advance to grade-13 and to possess more than four godly items. Wouldn’t it be easy to annihilate the mages in interdimensional space?

It was precisely this stretch of forest that had blocked his path, however. His army was unable to attack. To be precise, he wanted to follow the scale of death he accepted in his heart even though it wasn’t possible to enter the forest.

If he was to attack forcefully while relying on these troops, he would probably lose more than one-third of his forces.

Because of this, Fycro had no choice but to act personally, relying on his godly items to press ahead.

After Fycro had taken over, the army’s speed of progression slowed greatly. Fycro’s Moon of Massacre also had an attacking rhythm. They had to wait for the Holy Masters to drive away all lifeforms on the pathway; otherwise, the plants that had been cut down by the godly item would grow back out.

The magical plants created by Rafel also targeted gods. As a mage, it seemed as if he had a deep hatred of and grudge against the gods.