diymy Chapter 25 The World Ruled by God
Chapter 25 The World Ruled by God
【The Winged Dragon Guarding the City】: A Level 4 Monster Card, a wyvern that guards a mountain stronghold, adept at high-speed dives from the air to tear enemies apart.
Despite not being a powerful card, and even being nicknamed "cannon fodder dragon" in the early days of Yu-Gi-Oh!, Chase still happily added it to his collection.
Expanding your deck can boost your magic power!
Chase withdrew from the depths of his consciousness, signaled the elven swordsman to keep an eye on Clooney, then turned around and walked back, putting the sleeveless cloak he had thrown on the ground back on.
The cursed dragon, who had been watching the whole thing unfold, voluntarily descended from the sky and carried Chase back to the merchant ship.
As soon as they landed, Ina and her two companions, along with Lambert and the rest of the crew, gathered around them.
The survivors beamed with excitement, showering Chess with praise and gratitude for saving their lives.
"Don't say that, everyone. We were able to defeat the pirates because of the concerted efforts of everyone on our ship," Chess laughed.
"No, that's not true! It's mainly you, Mr. Chase. We're just here to make a formality."
Ina and the other two scratched their heads somewhat embarrassedly and added a respectful title to Chess.
Lambert and the rest of the crew pointed to themselves in confusion: Wait, we got a share too?
"You guys helped put out the fire, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to fight with my full strength," Chase said earnestly.
His gentle and humble words immediately moved Ina deeply, making her feel incredibly ashamed: "I'm so sorry, Mr. Chase. I actually suspected you did it on purpose. I'm so sorry!"
"So, Black Pheasant's Leg friends, you guys also need to help out with some compensation, you can't leave me to bear it all alone."
Ina: ⑅•ᴗ•⑅
Damn it! You fucking made me feel so touched, give it back to me!!!
In just one sentence, he shattered the image of the powerful, handsome, and charming S-class mage in my mind.
Just as Ina's lips twitched, about to burst out with a complaint.
But Chess's relaxed expression suddenly turned serious.
"I have important matters to attend to. You few stay on the ship and protect the others. Quietly await the rescue by the Maritime Guard."
Seeing that he didn't seem to be joking, Ina and the other two immediately stopped their murmurs and straightened their heads and chests.
"Yes, senior!" they said in unison.
In that thrilling battle just now, Chase had already completely conquered them with his strength.
Chase nodded and said no more, turning around to take Clooney back to confront Marshall.
Just as he was about to leave the merchant ship, he suddenly turned around and stared intently at Ina and the other two.
"Is there anything else, Mr. Chase?" Bocklevin asked timidly.
"to be honest……"
Chase smiled calmly, "I still prefer your initial unruly attitude."
Without giving Ina and the others time to react, he rode the cursed dragon back to the wrecked pirate ship.
"Hey, if you're not dead, make a sound." He kicked Clooney, whose eyes were closed.
Knowing full well that the other party wouldn't kill him, Clooney remained silent, adopting a "what's the worst that can happen?" attitude.
"If I'm not mistaken, the spatial magic you used earlier was a type of ancient lost magic, the Eighteen Divine Warriors of Calamity, right?"
Clooney suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Chase in surprise: "You actually recognize him?!"
"I've never heard of the guild master of the Deep Swamp knowing this magic before. Did you get it from Marshall?" Chase continued to ask.
It was clear from the battle just now that Clooney was not proficient in using the Eighteen Divine Magics of the Demon God and was unable to unleash its full power.
At least, she hasn't reached the level of Minerva's unbridled freedom.
Upon hearing the name Marshall, Clooney's pupils contracted sharply, but quickly returned to normal.
"I don't know any Marshall, and even if I did, I have nothing to say."
"I wasn't planning on you admitting it anyway, the answer to this question will be revealed soon." Chase shrugged.
What he wanted to know was simply whether Marshall was the true user of the Eighteen Divine Warriors of Calamity.
Clooney's expression said it all.
This is useful intelligence.
Clooney suddenly realized that he had been exposed, so he simply stopped pretending and a sinister smile crept onto his lips.
"That person's background is far beyond your imagination; you will die a horrible death..."
"Heh, heh heh, you can't stop it, you can't stop it..."
"The old order will inevitably crumble, and a brand new era of magic will begin..."
"A world ruled by gods...will eventually come!"
A world ruled by gods?
Chase frowned, staring at Clooney's devout face as he fell into deep thought.
High commission fees, a large number of missing mages, a dark guild that was once attacked, and the mysteriously appearing Eighteen Divine Magic of Calamity...
Connecting all the S-class commissions together, the air is thick with the scent of a massive conspiracy.
"Interesting. I didn't expect to run into something like this just from casually accepting an S-rank commission."
Chase became increasingly curious about what Marshall was up to.
However, curiosity aside, I should get my hard-earned money first.
This was originally part of the commissioned content.
Thinking of this, Chase knocked Clooney unconscious with an elbow, then grabbed a thick rope and hung him on the claw of the cursed dragon.
Amidst the envious and longing gazes of Ina, Lambert, and the others, the cursed dragon vanished into the horizon as a fleeting shadow.
Abandoned lighthouse in Asroba.
Chase kicked open the rusty iron door.
"The commission is complete. Please settle the bill, Mr. Marshall."
Marshall sat blankly on the wooden bench, staring at Clooney, who had been thrown to the ground like a dead dog. His pupils trembled slightly, and he wore a shocked expression, completely unprepared for this outcome.
His gloomy expression vanished in an instant; he stood up with feigned surprise and walked over with light steps.
"Mr. Chase, you...you really did it? That's wonderful, that's fantastic!"
Marshall glanced down at Clooney, his small frame trembled, and tears immediately streamed down his face. "Finally, finally..."
"That wicked pirate who's done so many bad things is finally in my hands!!"
Seeing his tearful appearance, Chase clicked his tongue in amazement: No wonder he could offer such a huge commission; with acting skills like that, how could he not make money!
After the performance, Marshall wiped away his tears and looked around.
"What about the other pirates?" he asked.
"I'm sorry, they're all dead. Only this pirate captain is left."
Chase stared at Marshall warily. "He's the murderer of your wife and children, Mr. Marshall. You're not trying to renege on your debt, are you?"
"No, no, you've misunderstood."
Upon hearing that there were no survivors, Marshall instinctively breathed a sigh of relief. "Good riddance! Those damned bastards deserved to die!"
"Mr. Chess, thank you very much for your help, and I'm also glad that you didn't suffer the same fate as other mages."
Chess, too lazy to listen to his rambling, simply held out his hand: "If you have no objections, hurry up and pay me. I'm very busy!"