Chapter 675
Chapter 675: Vol V Chapter 35
In a general sense, Sui Xiong was not a mad scientist. But this did not mean that when carrying out research, especially when it came to biological research, that he would use gentle means.
On the contrary, because he could ensure that the gnome tribal chief would never die while being put under study, so his research methods… if a video was recorded and posted onto Earth’s network, it would definitely evoke great rage from a large number of animal activists, based on the assumption that gnomes were considered animals.
Such research was very effective. Just a dozen days or so later, he had carried out a thorough study and gained a complete understanding of the gnome tribal chief’s blood and ability. Finally, Sui Xiong created the spell that he greatly desired.
It was just that the spell was slightly different from what he originally had in mind.
The effect of this spell was what he called “Megamorph.” It was not a spell ability, but rather, a blood ability. In other words, to execute this ability, one only required a healthy and strong body and not powerful and strong magic.
According to Sui Xiong’s speculation, a body that was probably close to the level of the ordinary people’s so-called “ironman” would be required in order to put up with the pressure of this spell. This almost meant that in general, one must almost be at the advanced close combat profession or reach up to the level of an advanced paladin to be able to have such a body.
As for mages… they could forget about it since even the Legendary Masters might not be able to have such strong physique. It might only be possible for the wizards.
Oh, it was possible for the mages too. For example, mages like the “Magic Bomber,” who placed extreme emphasis on physical exercise. The strength of the bodies of these professional battle mages was not the least bit inferior to paladins of the same rank, so they were certainly able to meet the requirement of this spell too.
But no matter what, this ability was ultimately, much too inclined towards the physical aspect, so it was not suitable for use as a spell. So after some consideration, Sui Xiong finally decided to confer it to his clergymen as an ability of a sacred warrior.
As for the name, he would name it “God’s Power.”
Strictly speaking, Sacred Warriors could also be considered spellcasters because they could also use the divine spells of priests—though the quantity and prowess were greatly reduced, at least it was something. Other than the compact version of divine spells of the priests, the Sacred Warriors could also use some unique abilities. For example, some Sacred Warriors could use their own magic to guide positive energy and generate powerful healing spells. This was known as the “Holy Healing.” Some Sacred Warriors could combine their magic and belief to generate powerful weapons or defense. This was known as the “Holy Weapon” or “Holy Shield.” There were also Sacred Warriors who could use magic to guide negative energy and generate a deadly impact that could sweep up an entire region… all kinds of them. So even if one more type like “Megamorph” was added, it might not necessarily be that eye-catching.
After Sui Xiong completed this spell, the first people he contacted were the Sacred Warriors at Dahl Hill.
It just so happened that they were just done with an expedition too. This time, the target of their expedition was a group of ferocious, wild boars.
Wild boars were basically ordinary beasts. Even if their numbers were slightly more than usual, it would only take a seasoned hunter with a few soldiers to tackle them. But if there was a magic beast known as the “King of Wild Boars” among them, there would be an earth-shattering change to the combat power of this group of wild boars. The King of Wild Boars was not only ferocious and formidable in its own right, but it was also able to use its own magic without affecting those akin to them. This would cause a dissimilation of the ordinary wild boars where they would grow much bigger and become much stronger. If a situation dragged on for too long, it might even cause these wild boars to develop brutality, where they would be labeled with a notorious name of “Brutal Wild Boars.”
Just how scary could the Brutal Wild Boars be? Just two points would be enough to make people understand the severity of the problem:
First, the biggest one of these guys could be up to three times the size of an ordinary wild boar. It was not three times the size of an entire wild boar, but rather, only three times its height!
Second, even if they were severely injured to the brink of death, their movements were still as agile as when they were in a healthy state. Their movements would not be affected at all.
In the face of such a scary character, even if there was only one, it would still require a team of skilled adventurers to be able to deal with it. If there was a group of them… even the regular army would have no choice but to back off.
Originally, Baron Dahl did not see these wild boars as a target that required cleaning up. In fact, he was still thinking about letting them be, just to add to the fun of hunting. But when he learned that among these wild boars, there was a giant beast that was suspected of being the King of Wild Boars, he got jittery right away.
God be damned! If there was really a King of Wild Boars, it wouldn’t be more than a few years before he would have to tackle a herd of brutal wild boars!
By then, who knew how much money would be spent to find enough masters to form an army for an expedition to catch these ferocious beasts!
So even though he knew it was very dangerous, he still made the decision to kill this King of Wild Boars this winter.
This battle was much more dangerous than the one where they exterminated the tribe of gnomes. The professional soldiers of Dahl Hill lost six men, and a dozen others were wounded. This was all thanks to the clergymen who took to the front to hold the fort at the most critical moment, hence preventing the King of Wild Boars, which was going wild in a frenzied state because it was seriously injured, from executing its most formidable method—charge.
That King of Wild Boars was almost as big as a poor man’s hut in Dahl City. When it charged ahead, the earth trembled and the mountains swayed. At first, the soldiers tried to trip it with a rope. Who would have known that this creature actually had the ability to use spells? When it tripped and realized that it was going to be dragged down to the ground, it let out a loud roar which was accompanied by a faint green light that his body emitted. Suddenly, the ropes automatically slid off. There was no way the ropes could entangle themselves around it at all.
This was the effect of a mid-level spell known as the “Freedom of Movement.” Perhaps the level of execution by the King of Wild Boars was slightly inferior to that of a true mid-ranked mage, but it was enough.
Starting from the moment it executed this spell, to the point at which the enlisted mage cracked its spell, the entire process took only around 20 seconds or even less. But it was these few seconds that it took to charge at all those soldiers who used the rope on it and throw the entire army into disarray—until the clergymen came to the rescue.
What followed was an unquestionably vicious battle. In the end, among the clergymen, almost everyone was injured. There was even one who was severely injured. If not for Bishop Kabbalah, who transformed almost all his magic power into a healing spell, they might have to fear losing some men.
But it was also precisely due to this reason that the clergymen were unable to retain enough magic power to treat all the seriously injured members. Out of the six soldiers who lost their lives, two had died because they were heavily wounded.
Because of this, the clergymen all seemed to be in low spirits. They were not the kind of teenagers who fantasized about being able to save everyone, but seeing people who really needed help dying before them, how could they not feel upset?
The famous quote, “Extend the respect for the elderly in one’s family to those of other families, and extend the love for the young ones in one’s family to those of other families,” by Mencius was not found in this other world. But the good clergymen were mostly able to achieve this.
They could feel the pain of others, but this also brought them sadness because their abilities fell short of their wishes. This sadness would in turn become their motivation, pushing them to become stronger, as well as to do things more prudently and competently.
Just as they were all feeling depressed, Sui Xiong transformed into a holy light and appeared in front of them.
“You’ve all done well,” Sui Xiong understood the entire course of events instantly. With a smile, he comforted them, “Even the gods are not omnipotent; you all have put in your best, which is very good. I’m very satisfied.
He laughed, then said, “I know you all think that you’re not strong enough, so now, I’m going to give you all new power. In the future, if you all encounter such a situation again, this power will certainly be able to help.”
With that, two holy lights fell from the sky and landed upon two Sacred Warriors. They had stepped into the mid-ranked level because they were proven to be capable of fighting fierce battles.
“Its name is called ‘God’s Power.’”