Sorcerer: I want to be an Academic Prodigy-Chapter 519 - 517: Tough Nut to Crack

Chapter 519: Chapter 517: Tough Nut to Crack

“Roar! Die, bastard!”

“You’re overestimating yourself.”

On one side of the Black God Abyss, various Domain Auras crisscrossed and reflected off each other, creating a spectacular sight.

Sorcerers excelled in fighting multiple opponents at once and, at present, with many against few, it naturally became an easy capture.

After just one or two rounds of combat, the massive and fierce insect monster was beaten back to its original form and suppressed on the spot, leaving both individuals looking very dispirited and devoid of any strength to resist.

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“Heh, not even worthy of a strike.”

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Locke looked disdainfully at the two captives, causing Muri and Bro to tremble with rage, yet not knowing how to retort and could only glare angrily at him, their eyes filled with tangible hatred.

“There’s no need to pay too much attention to these two abandoned wretches,” Ivan said indifferently.

He carefully took out the Mystical Black Long-handled Scythe, not guarding against these two individuals. According to the battle sequence of the Black God Society, these two were merely second-tier.

The first tier was the Insect Race’s guards, which had just been swept away by the chaotic space currents, and it was unknown if any were left.

Of course, what he was guarding against was not the Insect Race guards, but the true master of Black God Abyss—the Black Scythe Lord. However, the fact that the Black Scythe Lord had not reappeared spoke volumes that the two had been abandoned.

“You—you, Ivan Marichardon, may you die a horrible death!”

This was indeed what ‘killing the spirit’ meant. Hearing his words, Muri and Bro became furious, their bodies struggling frantically as if intending to perish together with him.

Ivan took the opportunity to hand them each a Sacrificial Heart, and in an instant, their cursing ceased abruptly.

At his signal, Muri and the others calmed down.

“Boss, should we throw a few Chaotic Space Pearls down there as well?”

Locke suggested intently, watching the fog churn in the nearby chasm. The fog hadn’t stopped, and as time passed, the aura inside grew denser and more sinister. Even from a distance, it made everyone feel a prickling in their throats.

It wasn’t hard to guess that something big was being brewed down there.

“There’s no time.”

Ivan shook his head; the Chaotic Space Pearls were hard to control, and being so close made it easy to accidentally harm their own people.

As if to prove his point, a thick black mist rose from below, forming into a vague figure that rapidly solidified.

In an instant, a gaunt man in black and red armor appeared above the chasm.

At first glance, the man seemed no different from a human, except he had a pair of insect-like eyes filled with dense, black pupils making his face look ferocious.

Ivan understood that this was Black Scythe Lord Kueller.

“Human, would you care to submit to me? Follow me, and you could one day roam the myriad realms,” Black Scythe Lord Kueller said, his eyes falling on him with a sinister gaze and his voice grinding like metal.

His voice was not only deep but also oddly echoing, sounding like several people were speaking.

Ivan had not expected that the other party was a person who valued talent and even attempted to recruit him.

“Oh? I slaughtered your carefully cultivated Black God Society, you don’t mind, yet you want to recruit me instead?”

“These worthless beings are not worth mentioning; they can be cultivated again. You are different; among those who practiced the Black Beard Chapter, you are the only one who could free yourself from my control, a rarity across worlds.

As long as you submit to me, I not only will not pursue your offense but will also help you achieve the true status of a lord.”

“Based on you?”

Black Scythe Lord Kueller directly threw out the olive branch.

Unfortunately, Ivan was unmoved.

“Exactly, my boss is the youngest and most talented great scholar of the sorcerer world, only half a step away from becoming an Arcane Wizard. You, an alien god from another realm, think you can make my boss submit to you? That’s pure delusion.”

Following his words, Locke chimed in.

“Quite interesting, one or two good puppets there,” Black Scythe Lord Kueller, of course, was not provoked by his words and straightforwardly exposed his and Ivan’s identity.

Many Arcane Wizards couldn’t discern what Black Scythe Lord had instantly uncovered, a testament to his keen vision.

Everyone present was aware of this, except for Korram who, being an external aid, couldn’t help but take a few more looks, but now wasn’t the time to worry about these matters.

“So what? Cut the nonsense, Danaila isn’t a place for you to run wild. I advise you to hurry back to your own world. From now on, don’t even think about setting up anything like the Black God Abyss here again. This is our territory, you have no place here, understand?”

Ivan halted Locke who was about to continue speaking, and he gravely emphasized toward the Black Beard Chapter.

“Human, you have angered me.”

Seeing his kindness brushed off and met with wild claims, the voice of Black Beard Queler turned cold, as if stating a harsh reality.

When he finished speaking, the armored man transformed back into black mist and flowed back into the deep ravine below.

At the same time, a silhouette emerged from the ravine, large enough to cover a great part of the Black God Abyss, slowly ascending upwards.

Ivan’s gaze solemnly fixed on the area below, yet he felt somewhat disappointed.

This was still a power apparition, not the true body of the Black Beard Lord, apparently having no direct connection to the true body — truly characteristic of one of the Crimson Legion’s commanders who excelled at preserving his life.

Previously, President Hardy secretly predicted much information about the Black Beard Lord at the cost of the Prophet’s Power.

To put it mildly, Black Beard Queler was an extremely cunning life-conserving individual, possessing quite a few space-related tricks, and his means of escape were outstanding.

What’s more troublesome was that he likely still retained a terrifying foundation of power left by the Crimson Empire.

Such an Insect Race Lord, even in a severely injured state, was not easily dealt with; it could be deduced that where it hid its lair would definitely be a ‘dragon’s den and tiger’s cave.’

Therefore, Ivan’s current big hunt primarily involved using himself as bait to lure the snake out of its hole.

Even if he couldn’t succeed in luring the snake out, he needed to create a proper opportunity to capture his prey all at once.

Without a doubt, his personal leading of the attack on the Black God Society was about seizing a critical opportunity.

Before the opportunity arose, no matter what hard knocks he encountered, he would have to tough it out, like the grand beast shadow that currently appeared.

“Go!”

“At your command, master.”

As the grand beast shadow surfaced, Ivan issued the attack command aimed at his newly acquired servant.

Muri and Bro did not hesitate; they leapt down, transformed into vicious insects, and rushed toward their former master with fierce attacking force.

However, what awaited them was the gaping maw that opened below.

“Roar!”

Puppets were just like that, not having any say themselves; nearing that gaping mouth, the two vicious insects resolutely chose to self-destruct, which also spawned small eddies of spatial turbulence.

Instant chaos ensued.

The grand beast shadow was obliterated by the force of chaos, scattering explosively in all directions.

“Success,” Locke’s eyes lit up.

“No, that was just an illusion; the opponent is on guard against the Chaotic Space Pearl,” Ivan burst his optimistic bubble.

“What a cunning fellow, playing tricks like this even against someone far less powerful than himself; it’s quite shameless,” Locke couldn’t help but mutter.

“Prepare for battle, the real challenge is on its way,” Ivan said.

The chaos in the ravine rapidly calmed, and the remaining confusion was shattered by anotherly animal silhouette large enough to cover much of the Black God Abyss. The silhouette continued to ascend, its presence overwhelmingly potent.

The momentum made it difficult even for one to breathe.

This was clearly a fierce battle!

“Fight!”

The group was naturally unafraid; Ivan took the lead bravely, wielding the Mystical Black Long-handled Scythe as he charged forward.

At that moment, the sealed power within the Mystic Black Scythe further awakened, and the Black Scythe Lord’s Hundred-Shape Black Poison emanated from the scythe blade, wrapping tightly around it as a dark gleam.

Jani and Korram refused to fall behind, sticking close by his sides.

Like the previous illusion, the Black Beard beast opened its dark gaping maw, attempting to swallow them all, while countless vicious, spiked tentacles swept their way from all directions.

Above the gaping maw, a distinct force of sealing attempted to suppress their speed.

In fact, Ivan still sensed a burning toxic power hidden deep within the maw below, waiting to erupt.

Such a situation couldn’t be more dire.