Blasphemy Wizard by Deceit World-Chapter 304 - 278: Underground Ruins

"With a single shake of your hand, the overwhelming Iron Blood Power surged forth, mixed with the terrifying will of war. The ’Iron Blood Spear’ pierced through the already lifeless wolf-faced creature, shattering it instantly. Blood dyed the frost red, snow and wind raged wildly, and the world once again returned to a whistling chaos."

"Thank you, ’Dark Crow of Profane Fortune,’ Your power is as awe-inspiring as ever..."

"The grateful voice of the ’Secret Cultivator’ came through. She trembled all over, her face betraying lingering fear as she recalled how her neck nearly got bitten to pieces moments ago."

"Just as you were about to say something, your expression froze. Through the authority of the ’Iron Blood God,’ you could distinctly feel layer upon layer of malicious intent and killing intent hiding behind the white curtain of snow and wind."

"Even without your warning, the ’Secret Cultivator’ sensed something was amiss as well. Her vigilant gaze darted around the surroundings."

"In the boundless snowstorm, massive, twisted, blurry monster silhouettes began to appear one after another before your eyes. They approached steadily, their bloodshot eyes exuding a chilling, horrifying, savage aura that reeked of cruelty and madness, sweeping towards you alongside the raging snowstorm."

"’Dark Crow of Profane Fortune...’ "

"The ’Secret Cultivator’ called out softly, cautiously stepping half a step backward. She realized that with her current level of strength, not only would she be useless in this battle, but she might also cause problems, so it was better to maintain some distance."

"After all, resurrection is possible."

"At worst, she’d lose a few Destiny Fire Bottles."

"At the same time, you noticed the ’Secret Cultivator’s’ actions and silently praised her cleverness. Then, your gaze returned to the endless snowfield, focusing on the one after another increasingly clear monster silhouettes, a faint smile curling at the corner of your lips."

"A deep, hoarse voice tinged with an indescribable tone echoed through the howling snowstorm... ’Dance, ’Void,’ blossom amidst the blood.’ "

"The ’Ebony Maid Attire’ suddenly emerged in the pure white world painted by the snowstorm."

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Encountering a monster siege right after setting off?

That’s to be expected—they’re heading toward the Oldlands, where horror and strangeness stack atop one another, and absurdity coexists with the eerie. What’s more, the ’House of Truth’ lies near the Lost Heaven, and the road leading there was never going to be smooth.

"Lamp Holder, your ’follower’ is truly exceptional." Yang Qizhou was lost in thought when the admiring voice of the ’Secret Cultivator’ reached his ears.

Turning his head, he saw the girl’s eyes brimming with an intense desire...

It was only natural. ’Void’ was crafted from two quasi-legendary materials, forming a Battle Doll terrifyingly powerful enough to fight against the ’Angel God.’ Coupled with unparalleled beauty, it was both lethal and visually stunning—a tool that anyone would covet.

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Yang Qizhou suddenly felt a mischievous urge and, with a teasing undertone, said, "Interested? This high-value, high-power, enemy-slaying, charm-offering, and bed-warming Battle Maid... maybe I can consider it?"

"The ’Secret Cultivator’ saw right through him and replied, ’Forget it, Lamp Holder. You’d never part with your ’Ebony Maid figure.’ "

Tch, boring.

Yang Qizhou shrugged his shoulders and refocused on his phone. Although the road to the ’House of Truth’ might have its bumps, given the capabilities of his game character, it likely wouldn’t throw him off course.

He was rather excited about the Taboo Treasure left behind by that ’Blasphemous Wizard.’

The game continued.

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"This was a one-sided slaughter."

"Ghostly figures danced in the snowstorm like grim reapers, where their chilling gleams flashed, the monsters dismembered within moments. The intense stench of blood accompanied the panicked wails that rang out."

"Under ’Void’s’ ruthless onslaught, it took merely a few breaths for the once densely packed, blood-red eyes brimming with malice and savagery to be reduced by more than half. The remaining ones fled in panic, quickly disappearing from sight. The frozen wasteland swiftly returned to its original state, with only chunks of flesh and scattered bones bearing witness to the carnage."

"Let’s keep moving."

"You shrugged, wearing an expression that said, ’Such minor scenes aren’t enough to stir my emotions,’ as you followed the divine guidance of the ’God of Justice’ to proceed onward."

"The ’Secret Cultivator’ had seen such scenes quite often and, though unsurprised, silently marveled once more at how the ’Ebony Maid figure’ was truly the epitome of violence and artistry. Every move it made was equally terrifying and mesmerizing."

"You all pressed forward."

"Thanks to the guidance of the ’God of Justice,’ you didn’t lose your way and continued heading eastward."

"Perhaps it was luck, or maybe the sheer terror of ’Void’s’ previous bloodbath had left the monsters in the snowstorm too shaken. Regardless, this stretch of the journey went without further attacks. You smoothly crossed the frozen wasteland, arriving at the second stage shown in the previous ’Justice Temple’ projection—a seemingly endless desert."

"As long as you traverse this desert, you’ll reach the pitch-black mountain adjacent to the Lost Heaven."

"The House of Truth rests atop the mountain..."

"Excitement bubbled beneath the surface as you decided not to linger and marched toward your destination."

"Naturally, the ’Secret Cultivator’ followed suit. Thinking back to her earlier experiences, her heart was filled with myriad sentiments... ’Dark Crow of Profane Fortune,’ without your assistance, it’s almost impossible to imagine what hardships I’d have had to endure to get here—or perhaps I wouldn’t have been able to make it at all."

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