I Cast Forbidden Spells Until the World Breaks-Chapter 109 Wrath of the Sea God

An Origin Relic.

This was inside the Gate of Apocalypse. Whatever had driven Astrachior into a deadly fight, whatever had killed him, even if it was not an Origin Relic, it had to be something on that level.

If the guy in front of them really held an Origin Relic, then everything made sense. Those things were fear, given form.

Captain K and the others sucked in sharp breaths. An Origin Relic was the kind of prize that could make even the strongest Transcenders lose their minds.

But the Adventurers Guild people did not move. They chose to sit back and watch the two sides tear each other apart.

Zayne did not bother explaining.

He lifted his hand and fired a full power "Fireball".

A red gold sun appeared in midair and crashed down toward John and his group.

John’s expression snapped tight. He retreated fast, flipping his palm. A bow appeared in his hand.

The limbs were forged from dark gold material that shimmered with a sharp sheen. The string was woven from some unknown silver fiber, radiating cold.

A glint of frost flashed in John’s eyes. He drew the bowstring and aimed at the incoming sun.

"Whoosh!"

A piercing whistle tore through the air. John released.

The arrow became a streaking meteor and punched straight into the center of the blazing sphere.

The instant it hit, the fireball was ripped open. The explosion was forced down, the flames shredded into countless fire serpents that scattered away.

"Cover me!"

John barked the order, then drew again, the arrowhead locking onto Zayne.

He was a level 62 Holy Bow Hunter. At this range, he did not miss.

"Whoosh!"

The arrow turned into a beam of light, racing for Zayne’s forehead.

Before it even arrived, a sharp sting flared between Zayne’s brows.

"Burrow!"

Under Absolute Ascension, "Burrow" had become "Spatial Translocation". Zayne’s body shattered like a jigsaw puzzle coming apart. The killing shot slammed into empty air.

John shouted, furious and stunned.

"Wood magic, fire magic, and now earth magic. What the hell is this guy?"

How could one person be fluent in three completely different schools? Was he some kind of elemental mage?

While John was still thrown off, Zayne reappeared.

He did not run.

He moved like a ghost, materializing behind a tall, skinny man.

Zayne did not hold grudges. He cashed them out on the spot. If he could not, he saved them for next time.

This guy had tried to kill him back in the Investigation Bureau’s prison. Zayne believed in paying kindness with kindness.

"Water Curtain Surge!"

Absolute Ascension triggered. "Water Curtain Surge" was upgraded to "Wrath of the Sea God".

"Forbidden Spell: Wrath of the Sea God. The Forbidden Spellcaster sacrifices his bladder and both kidneys. He condenses surrounding water elements and summons the phantom of the Sea God’s trident. If used in a water rich area, its power increases by 200 percent."

The water in the air went berserk, rushing together in an instant.

A golden trident phantom formed, and a terrifying pressure rose off it. The space around them felt locked down, pinned in place by that force.

The skinny man’s spine went cold. Every hair on his body stood up. Pure danger slammed into him.

He tried to run.

Too late.

The golden trident phantom stabbed down.

"No. Sir, save me!"

He screamed, throwing everything he had into a desperate escape.

The trident followed like a curse, fixed onto him without mercy.

It punched straight through his back, bursting out the other side.

Blood poured from his mouth. He could feel his life draining away.

His eyes met Zayne’s cold gaze.

For a split second, that stare felt familiar.

He could not place it.

Then his thoughts slipped into darkness.

"This time, let’s see you run."

John drew again and fired at Zayne’s forehead.

He could have saved the skinny man.

He chose not to.

That life was nothing compared to killing Zayne and taking an Origin Relic.

And John’s timing was vicious. He struck right when Zayne’s previous force had faded and the next had not yet risen.

Any normal mage would have burned through something after chaining four skills like that.

But John was not fighting a normal mage.

After Astrachior repaired Eternal Scales, Zayne’s immortality had climbed into something even more monstrous.

It was to the point where a single drop of blood could regenerate him.

The organs he had just sacrificed would grow back in a few breaths.

"Burrow!"

Zayne vanished again.

When he reappeared, he threw another plain looking basic skill and erased one more of John’s men.

"What?"

John’s fear spiked hard.

Zayne had blinked again, that quickly.

Did this freak have no cost, no cooldown?

"Hit him!"

John had seen storms bigger than this. He forced himself calm.

He drew his bow again, but this time he did not fire.

He had his men attack first.

A teleport skill was scary, sure. But if you paid attention, you could catch the shift in space and predict the landing point.

Then the teleporter became prey.

John’s men attacked together.

Flames, frost, lightning, wind, sword light, blade energy. Every skill they had slammed toward Zayne in a crushing wave.

This time, Zayne did not use "Spatial Translocation".

He simply raised his hand.

The Singularity Ring activated instantly.

Every energy based attack that touched Zayne was swallowed by an invisible force. It all poured into the ancient ring on his finger.

Runes flowed across it. Light spun through it like a miniature universe turning in fast forward.

"Singularity Conversion. The wearer can absorb energy form attacks into the Singularity Ring and convert that energy into a temporary Spirit bonus."

In an instant, the Singularity Ring, refined to three stars, jumped from 160 percent Spirit amplification to 220 percent.

As for physical attacks, Zayne dodged what he could.

What he could not dodge, he tanked.

With his Spirit now boosted even higher, Zayne lifted his hand and fired a wide area fire skill.

"Flame Rain Descent!"

Absolute Ascension triggered. "Flame Rain Descent" evolved into the Forbidden Spell "Heavenfire Extinction".

Above them, black clouds gathered, thick as ink, like the sky was being rewritten into an apocalypse.

Countless red gold flames condensed within the clouds, then poured down with a world ending force.

"Bad. Move!"

John’s face twisted. He felt the terror in that strike and shouted a warning.

It did not matter.

The flames were too fast and the coverage was too wide.

John’s men had nowhere to go.

They could only watch the fire rain crash down and swallow them whole.

They struggled inside the blaze. They could not break free.

Their screams turned into pure agony.

John’s expression kept shifting. He could not understand how a single "Flame Rain Descent" could hit like this.

His eyes snapped to Zayne, calm and steady in the chaos.

John clenched his jaw. Sweat slid down his face.

Even if he fired again, he would not hit a target that could blink.

So he changed targets.

A sharp light flashed in his eyes as he turned and fired an arrow at Astrachior’s corpse.

He had seen it now. Astrachior mattered to this man.

Instead of aiming at a blinking target, aim at a dead body. Easy.

He was gambling.

He was gambling that Zayne would block the shot.

If Zayne tried to stop it, John would get the opening for a guaranteed kill.

John did not hold back. The arrow exploded forward with savage power.

At level 62, this shot would erase a corpse into dust.

The moment the arrow was about to hit Astrachior’s body, space rippled violently.

Zayne blinked in, appearing in front of Astrachior.

Thud.

The arrow slammed through Zayne’s chest.

The violent force riding the shot detonated.

A hole the size of a human head blew open in Zayne’s torso.

John’s eyes lit up with wild joy.

He won the bet.

This idiot really used his own body to shield a dead man.

Stupid beyond saving.