diymy Chapter 97 Nightmare Mage
Chapter 97 Nightmare Mage
Chapter 97 Nightmare Mage
The attack was sudden, and the owls inside the stronghold were caught off guard. By the time Nan'an appeared, nearly 50 of them had already been killed or wounded.
Even now, many people still feel lingering fear.
Although there have always been divine and demonic individuals that ignore the Windvelvet Grass, this is the first time that one has broken through the black mist and invaded Nora.
Fighting against gods and demons just like his companions, even the experienced Yaoxiao couldn't help but feel a bit confused.
Along the way to Nan'an, the alchemists who collected the corpses moved about, and one after another, the owls were carried out of the stronghold.
During the century of peace in which the black fog remained unchanged, battle damage was generally seen when penetrating deep into the black fog.
This is the first time in history that gods and demons have broken away from the black mist on a large scale and actively invaded the uncorrupted homeland, causing massive casualties among their elite forces.
Nan'an felt heavy-hearted.
Vahdine was right; whether it be the weeping mist or gods and demons, they all awaken wisdom over time.
It's like a low-level monster slime with zero intelligence who only knows how to abuse magic, gradually growing into a goblin with some human-like qualities.
Once gods and demons master wisdom and possess the ability to think perfectly, their innate affinity with the black mist and their extremely high divine and demonic power can directly transform them into powerful races like dragons and sea monsters.
Nora doesn't have much time left.
Even without large-scale anomalies, given another 50 years, the Black Mist would be enough to grow into a monster comparable to Nora, a high-level mage.
The existing advantages of magic—range, power, and low side effects—will be erased by the inflated values of gods and demons.
"That won't do," Nan'an murmured. "At the very least, Suiyue should die a natural death."
Suiyue's ears twitched slightly: "Wow, I really have to thank you for your care, old man. What a wonderful sense of responsibility—"
Due to Grave's serious injury, his scribe temporarily took over the management of the stronghold—a troll scribe, which is quite rare.
Inquiries revealed that there were a total of 7 gods and demons mimicking the Owl Squad.
After the attack, the owl retaliated and killed one of them on the spot, while the whereabouts of the remaining six are unknown.
In addition, several gods and demons emerged from the black mist rift. Three of them were killed in the chaos, but escaped the quarantine zone in the confusion. Their numbers are unknown.
In short, the number and condition are unknown, and the characteristics of the gods and demons are completely unknown.
Nan'an is in a real bind.
As the troll scribe recounted his story, his moss-green face turned even paler.
Although Solize and Onze are two countries, their cooperation at the level of gods and demons has always been relatively close.
This can be seen in how the Deer and the Owl switch areas and cooperate to fight the enemy when there is a shortage of manpower and experience.
The high-ranking members of the Radiant Owls have long been friends with the Crow and Gunn.
In the words of the ravens, "I held the owl when it was still a chick"—Nan'an felt he could say that to many of Nora's people now.
A friend asked you to watch their house, but you let robbers break in and leave without a second thought.
The troll scribe shuddered at the thought of his own leader and the Emperor Anze, who held real power above the Senate.
Qi Zhan and Cole are lucky. Nan'an gave them 10 days to run the knife, and only one day has passed. They are probably still busy picking up trash and can avoid this chaotic situation.
After greeting the clerk and asking him to keep an eye on the two's whereabouts, Nan'an asked for a token, entered the quarantine zone, and found the wooden house where Nilar was.
It was only through talking through the window that they learned that Nilar had realized something was wrong as soon as the riot began.
When the gods and demons breached the isolation wall and entered the quarantine zone, he fought alongside the Owl to rescue the seriously injured.
Once the chaos subsided, he wisely returned to his solitary cell and continued to eat his prison food—
Nan'an was so angry he laughed.
"You really are an honest person."
Nilar didn't find it funny; he just emphasized it very seriously.
"I still have a few days left in my quarantine."
There was no other way. Considering that Nilar's father and grandfather had always been the backbone of Solitz, Nan'an could only show respect.
Nan'an took out the release from observation permit he had obtained from the troll scribe and handed it through the window.
"Once you get out of prison, the outside world will be a mess, and you won't be able to take a break anymore."
With a severe shortage of manpower, even though the Twin Crowns' Raven had been notified, it was clear that Eldruck would not be able to spare manpower from the Kroro mines to support Kren.
The only people we can rely on are the special agents who specialize in attacking gods and demons.
On the way, Nilar even made a joke about Suiyue.
"She's only been locked up for a while, so why have the wheels on Suiyue-nee's back gotten even bigger?"
He was very interested in the upgraded version of Suiyue's Wheel King and had the idea of raising money to build one himself.
But upon hearing that the essential starting material was anti-magic dust, he immediately lost his spirits.
It was late at night when we arrived at the town of Sicklewater. Torchlight flickered around the wooden fence surrounding the town, and elite goblin soldiers on patrol would occasionally fire light orbs toward the outside of the fence.
From a distance, the three of them could see the small suns that were intermittently appearing on their bodies.
Nan'an had a bad feeling, and the goblins' reaction when he got closer confirmed his unease.
"It's Senior Nan'an—"
"No, Lord Oka Oka orders everyone to halt!"
Hearing the commotion, the surrounding goblins rushed to the fence, drew their bows and arrows, the enchanted arrowheads gleaming with a bluish-purple light.
Nan'an offered no explanation and gave the order directly.
"Bring Oka Oka to me."
Familiar faces appeared in the goblin ranks, and Oka's joy and fervor were inevitably mixed with hesitation.
"You encountered a mimicking owl?"
"Senior Nan'an—that's right, not only can he mimic the Radiant Owl, but he can also transform into the appearance of our clan."
"They're only good at mimicry; they don't fully understand human nature and behavior," Nan'an said, moving closer. "What are the town's losses?"
"Four members of our tribe have died, and Father Rusca was seriously injured."
Nan'an was startled: "What happened?"
From Nan'an's expression and tone of voice, Oka was basically certain that the person in front of him was his ancestor's close friend, so he stopped trying to hide it.
The attack on the quarantine zone occurred at dusk. While protecting the information between the gods, demons, and the black mist, Grave sent a warning message to the city of Kren before falling unconscious.
But he didn't have time to warn the town of Lianshui.
As expected, the gods and demons who escaped from the quarantine zone crashed into the town of Lianshui, not far from the quarantine zone.
Three goblins on patrol were killed, and the Mimic God took the opportunity to transform into their appearance and infiltrate the town.
To further mimic the behavior, they did not launch an attack immediately, but instead mingled among the townspeople, silently observing the behavior and logic of those around them.
All of this was observed by Rusca, who was distributing food to the living eclipses.
Oka's elite goblin guards are highly disciplined. After completing their patrol, they will always first coordinate with him personally to handle the patrol matters and then replace them with another patrol team before even thinking about eating.
But they followed behind the group of living erosion and guard goblins, swaying along, and walked up to Ruska with their lunchboxes in hand.
Suspicious, Rusca deliberately put half a potato and half a yam together when serving his food, poured the soup over them, and then mashed them into a sparse mess with an iron spoon.
It's neither too thin nor too dry; it's sticky and disgusting, resembling pure swill.
This is a discriminatory act against the goblin race.
Originating in the Gray Star era, many races used this to insult omnivorous goblins, claiming they ate worse than livestock.
Normally, the three mimic goblins would be furious, throw down their lunchboxes, and question Ruska.
But they simply glanced down at the lunchbox, then quietly picked up their bowls, followed the crowd to the corner, sat down, and began to eat without a sound.
Just as predicted.
These mimicking gods and demons, while possessing exceptional immunity to the Wind Velvet Grass, lack the most lethal memory-reading and erosion abilities.
Nanan arrived at the unfinished chapel, where Ruska, lying on the bed, was breathing almost steadily.
His chest and abdomen were wrapped in numerous bandages, and his face was so pale that no color could be seen.
When he saw Nan'an come to the bedside, he forced a smile.
"Your Excellency Nan'an—why are you back so soon?"
Nan'an pressed his hand down, signaling him to lie down quietly.
Suiyue showed her quick wit by offering Nan'an a chair to sit down at just the right moment.
"As expected, the person recommended by Boss Bewitching Crow must be a formidable character. You are actually a 7th-level magic warrior. Why didn't you say so earlier?"
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"Please excuse my poor performance—compared to yours, it's just a clumsy little trick, nothing more than a way to improve one's health."
Nanan guessed that Rusca was not simple, and also deduced from his physique that he was quite strong.
However, the high-level magic warriors were still somewhat beyond his expectations.
In the Black Mist Era, the changing demands of combat rendered both martial artists and magical warriors obsolete.
Without divine or demonic restraint, recklessly engaging in close combat is simply suicide.
Even without a sneak attack, a three-on-one fight against a mimicking god or demon might not be a match for Rusca.
His injury was due to force majeure.
As the gods and demons, who had been driven away in a desperate attempt to break through the encirclement, seized a goblin by the throat and carried him away.
To save the unfortunate soul whose neck was about to be crushed, Rusca used his own body to intercept the attack, enduring the close-range enchanted piercing wound.
He should have understood the risks involved, but he did it anyway.
"I don't believe that people as capable as you are everywhere in the Dawn Church," Nan An said, gently patting his arm. "Why are you just a priest?"
Rusca's breathing suddenly became much smoother, and he chuckled, "Perhaps when I was young I would have been excited by your words and wanted to prove myself—but I'm old now."
"When I was young, the world was neither good nor bad. The older generation told me about the hardships of the Black Mist Anomaly Period and how fortunate we were to be born in a peaceful era."
"I don't want to waste the good fortune bestowed upon me by this era—I want to change something."
Rusca breathed a bitter sigh of relief.
"I messed up—I messed up everything I wanted to achieve when I was young."
"Priest, bishop, archbishop, pope, is there a difference? I used to argue like that to comfort myself—but I guess I'm really getting old. Crow is still full of passion, which is truly enviable. He seems to always be energetic and full of motivation."
"But I am too lazy to argue with people, I hate missionary work, I hate everything—even though I can always put it in a very eloquent way—"
"I just want to do what I want to do. As for the cost, right or wrong—forget it, thinking about those things is too complicated."
Nan'an couldn't help but chuckle.
"You misunderstand. I didn't mean to question you; I just had a little bit of confusion."
Perhaps it was his weakness that made Rusca lower his guard. After he finished speaking, he realized that he had not only misunderstood but also revealed too much.
It sounds like nagging, complaining —
"That's good. I originally thought you were a profound and unfathomable master, someone I'd have to keep to myself when interacting with. It's nice that you're more easygoing." Nan'an then asked, "Were you once a member of the Elru?"
"I was an unofficial employee, assisting them for a few years."
"What are you responsible for?"
"Prepare the remains of the one who broke through the fog."
He is also a professional.
The pendant on Suiyue's chest hummed.
Nan'an glanced at it sideways, intending to silence her for the time being, but then heard the voice of the bewitching raven coming from the statue.
After apologizing to Ruska, Nanan went outside.
"Let me describe the situation on the ground. I'm on my way."
95
The invasion of gods and demons by the black mist of the sickle water alarmed the Twin Crowns.
Besides the Bewitching Raven arriving in person as the representative of the Calamity Deer, the Twin Crowns have also dispatched other special forces against gods and demons, which are expected to arrive at dawn tomorrow.
Today, through the statue, Nan'an is not only providing firsthand information to the crows, but also reporting to the various leaders crammed into a carriage.
"This is bad. The Mimic Gods and Demons are completely immune to Wind Velvet Grass detection, which means that our current search methods will be unable to pick them out of the crowd."
"The only known weakness is that they can only acquire information through imitation. Therefore, the longer it takes, the more fully they will develop. Once they are completely integrated into the Nora group, it will be difficult to distinguish friend from foe."
"Excuse me," a female voice interjected, "What are its attack methods? That's what we're more concerned about."
Nan'an was somewhat displeased.
His presentation was flowing smoothly, and he was about to mention this point when his rhythm was abruptly interrupted.
Suppressing a hint of anger, he continued, "Learning ability: they possess an exceptionally outstanding ability to imitate and learn. As long as the entire spellcasting process is observed, they can directly master it."
"What?!"
A gasp rippled through the carriage.
Nan'an heard the heavy sigh of the Bewitching Crow, and that one sentence—
"Here it comes again—the most troublesome feature."
Previously, Nan'an had indeed heard that gods and demons with similar characteristics had appeared before the knowledge blockade was implemented.
Relying on its insane learning speed, it completed the collection of magic diagrams in a single day.
Nora's traditional magicians are like infants in the face of its astonishing learning speed.
To this day, no one can understand how gods and demons who feed on black mist can mobilize magic power to successfully unleash various spells, or even single-person ritual-level spells.
It's almost like a bug; they can seamlessly integrate into two energy systems without being penalized.
It's no wonder that Bewitching Raven sighed with frustration. Nan'an was also incredibly shocked when he heard Ruska describe how the mimicry gods and demons used his methods to fight back.
If these guys infiltrate Kren, quietly find a place to hide, and develop in silence for a while, wouldn't another group of BOSS-level gods and demons appear?
"Are you sure the information is accurate, and not a mistake made by you or the Owl in your panic?"
No, who is this woman?
Why does it sound like you're deliberately picking a fight?
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