Novels online

Chapter 247

"The Gear is mine" a man draped in sackcloth woke up in an alleyway.

He laughed cruelly as the stench of corpses wafted from his body.

Saron was originally a corpse collector for a church. Every morning, he would push a cart onto the streets and collect the corpses that appeared during the night.

This job was disgusting and dangerous, but for someone like him who was born with a facial deformity, this was already the best job he could have. There were plenty of jobless people who were willing to take his place.

And it was during one of these corpses that he obtained his own opportunity.

Normally speaking, the corpses he collected were all monsters transformed from the blood of evil. Very rarely, he would run into some clothed cultists, but the items of these cultists' corpses had already been taken away, leaving only the corpse behind.

However, on that day, Saron received such a corpse that had nothing but tattered clothes.

However, when he lifted the corpse, thanks to his many years of experience, he sensed something strange inside the corpse's stomach.

Despite his ugly appearance, he was actually quite daring and cautious. Before he sent the corpse to be cremated, he secretly cut it open and took out something from inside. A magic tome.

Spirit magic, this was also a unique type of magic.

He also needed to use the axle ritual to change his own existence, but this change wasn't to contact an Evil God, but rather to modify himself into a unique frequency.

After the modification was completed, the user would be able to keep the remnant soul of the deceased and nurture it into a spirit, while the casting material would be taken from the corpse itself.

As a corpse collector, he was perfectly suited for this type of magic. As for the incomplete corpses, firstly, the cremators didn't care too much about it, and secondly, he wasn't the only one who did it.

There were plenty of people in Lohr who didn't have enough to eat. If you ignored the fact that they were humans, then humans were nothing more than food ingredients. At most, they would get sick if they ate too much, but when survival was already difficult enough, who would care?

For this reason, it was normal for the corpses sent for cremation to be slightly underweight.

And so, by relying on Spirit magic, Saron used his job as a corpse collector as a cover while quickly learning Spirit magic, which allowed him to nurture quite a few spirits.

However, because he lacked the relevant knowledge system, he could only rely on a magic book. Because he was illiterate, even the content in the book had to be translated by a small fragment.

In addition, this Spirit Body Magic was not very good for the body to begin with. With some mistakes and long-term contact with Spirit Bodies, Saron's body had already begun to show livor mortis. At the same time, it gave off a rotting smell. It would not be long before his body completely died. This was something he could not accept.

The reason why he wanted to steal the Gear of Impurity was because of this. The Gear of Impurity could grant the user a unique trait, granting the user near-immortal life without affecting the user's magical abilities, instead strengthening them.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that the Gear of Impurity was the Fruit of God in their eyes.

"And now he's mine!" Saron received the Gear from the Spirit Body, then ran towards the escape route that he had planned beforehand without any hesitation.

Fusing with the Gear required a certain amount of time, which would place him in a weakened state. Once the people outside found him, they would be able to easily kill him, so he needed to find a suitable location to fuse with the Gear.

"I really can't underestimate others" Chromie leapt onto the roof and saw Saron running away. If it was anyone else, they might have been confused by Saron's Spirit Body and failed to follow him, but Chromie was different.

Since he had sacrificed his fear, he wasn't affected by the Spirit Body's ability to trigger fear, so he was able to easily observe the magical fluctuations that took the Gear away and chased after it.

Wielding the longsword in his hand, Chromie didn't stop and directly chased after it. No matter what, he couldn't allow the Gear to fall into the hands of others. Every Gear could create a troublesome enemy, and since Negri had released these Gears, there must be some sort of conspiracy behind it, so the best course of action was to keep it under surveillance.

Chromie's physique didn't seem to be that of a human's at all. Jumping and rolling on the roof, he quickly caught up to Saron who had a problem with his body.

Damn it, how could this dog of the church be so fast? Saron angrily thought to himself. His plan had succeeded, he had used the Spirit Body to interfere with their line of sight, then took advantage of the time when those guys were fighting over the Gear to cause the Spirit Body to unleash the Wail of Undead, then used a spell to steal the Gear.

The moat was right in front of him, the path he had arranged for Saron to pass through. Once he entered the moat, he would be able to use the complicated sewers to quickly shake off the rabid dogs behind him.

"Come out, my servant!" Saron's ugly face displayed a hint of madness. While running, he pulled out a small knife, then stabbed it into his left hand without hesitation and made a sharp cut, causing rotten blood to flow out.

At the same time, a Spirit Body that a normal person couldn't see also emerged from his corpse-like arm.

This Spirit Body was similar to Negri's remnant soul, but different at the same time. A magical ritual had altered the form of the Spirit Body, placing them in a position where humans couldn't see them, while also using the resentment of the dead to nurture them. Their Spirit Bodies weren't particularly powerful, but they were eerie enough.

This Spirit Body also had other abilities. Their interference force had become a sort of power capable of stirring emotions, as well as abilities such as illusory magic and vitality absorption.

If they were fed with the blood of their owner, these Spirit Bodies would be able to develop even more terrifying and eerie abilities, but the backlash from the Spirit Body would also become more and more severe, so Saron only used his own flesh and blood to feed a single Spirit Body as his trump card.

Under the influence of Fearless Spirit, Chromie could easily see the red Spirit Body. The ominous feeling of death would cause anyone who sensed it to feel an instinctive fear, but Chromie had chosen to sacrifice Fear in order to deal with this thing.

The Soundless Cult's research into the blood of evil had allowed them to create many similar eerie things, so in order to fight against the Soundless Cult, he had purposely sacrificed Fear.

The sword enveloped in red aura pierced straight into the Spirit Body, but this Spirit Body that Saron viewed as his trump card wasn't weak at all. As soon as it was injured, its Spirit Body split apart, manifesting several red streaks of light that danced in the air, attacking Chromie from different angles.

"In the end, I will be the one to win!" Saron glanced at the moat in front of him. This was his escape route, as long as he made it to the sewers, he would soon be able to reach his safe house. Once he fused with the Gear, he would no longer suffer any repercussions, and he would definitely create his Spirit Body army.