Blasphemy Wizard by Deceit World
Chapter 214 - 212: Iron Blood Ancient God

Chapter 214: Chapter 212: Iron Blood Ancient God

Yang Qizhou first focused his attention on the ancient object, [Doomsday Lord’s Ring].

Every twelve hours, the Doomsday Power would reap the life of its holder once? No wonder the ancestors of the ’Demon Lord’ mysteriously perished. It turns out the negative effects were this terrifying.

But then...

Thinking about the identity of the ’Fourth Calamity,’ Yang Qizhou couldn’t help but grin instinctively.

Hehe...

While this negative effect might be horrifying to the beings living on the ’Old Earth,’ to Yang, it was merely a matter of consuming two extra ’Destiny Fire Bottles’ each day.

His gaze continued to move downward, swiftly landing on the Iron Blood Spear.

"With the blessing of ’Iron Blood Power,’ you assume the form of a Battle Angel. This description is way too vague. I have no idea what the real effect is." After pondering for a moment, Yang Qizhou extended his hand into the void, and within moments, a blood-red spear, forged from some unknown material, appeared in his grasp.

In an instant,

A piercing killing intent swept through as if winter winds had descended upon the heavens and earth. An inexplicable force shattered countless panes of glass in the neighborhood, lights flickered chaotically, and even the clouds that had concealed the moon were partly swept away, as though a slaughter god who bathed in seas of blood and mountains of corpses had descended.

The sight scared Yang Qizhou out of his wits. Hastily, he sent the Iron Blood Spear back, thinking to himself, "This is too much of a spectacle—way beyond Legendary-level, downright terrifying."

Shortly after, his phone rang. It was Sister Xin calling, sounding visibly frightened and trembling: "Xiao Yang, did you just feel a sudden chill and a weird blast of wind? The lights were flickering—it was utterly horrifying. Xiao Lan and I were scared out of our minds."

Yang Qizhou, of course, wouldn’t deny sensing anything and admitted it outright. After calming her down with a few comforting words, he ended the call.

"At this moment, ’Little Douding’ should be buried under the covers watching ’Deceit World’ storylines. Whether she’d been scared—it might have been because of the eerie wind caused by the Iron Blood Spear or simply because her mom suddenly barged into the room. Perhaps both. Who can say?" Yang smirked mischievously.

Although the process of summoning the Iron Blood Spear was brief, Yang now had a reasonable outline of its actual effects.

The so-called ’Blessing of Iron Blood Power’ involved heightening one’s fighting spirit, combat skills, and battle instincts, while invoking the surrounding concept of ’Iron Blood’—essentially transforming into something akin to a Battle Angel.

Lastly, Yang Qizhou turned his gaze toward the Demon King Puppet. This ’currently unusable’ peculiar item was undoubtedly the most thrilling reward he’d obtained.

"Missing the Puppet’s Core? Doesn’t that align perfectly with the ’Battle Maid Core’ I acquired earlier in Gate City? Both are Quasi-legend class items—an ideal match. If successfully activated, the game character essentially gains access to a Battle Doll with a position nearly equivalent to a Divine Sovereign. Amazing."

"Naturally..."

"The game character possessing it is essentially the same as me owning it. No difference there, hehe."

Debating whether to activate both the [Battle Maid Core] and [Demon King Puppet] in the real world now, Yang hesitated after recalling the phenomena caused by the Iron Blood Spear. Eventually, he decided against it.

Over-the-top actions might attract the attention of the Deceit Bureau.

Having shepherded the God of Victory, achieved the status of a true Profane Wizard, and armed with numerous High Position relics, Yang was hardly afraid of them, but he preferred not to disturb his current peaceful life.

The game resumed.

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"After thoroughly scavenging the ancient castle and finding nothing of great value, you finally abandon your banditry with frustration."

"You return to the chamber where the ’Demon Lord’ slumbers,"

"And a brazen thought sprouts in your mind,"

"This High Position ’Demon Old God’ achieved control over the concept of ’Iron Blood’ within the War symbol by devouring the Iron Blood Ancient God, subsequently masquerading as the Iron Blood Ancient God to manipulate the Iron Blood God Church."

"However, one point remains—the Iron Blood Ancient God hasn’t been completely digested. It still struggles within the Demon Lord’s right arm."

"So, could you extract the Iron Blood Ancient God yourself?"

"The Demon Lord’s expression grows increasingly twisted, wicked energies surging across its body as it flails its limbs—like a nightmare encountering an unwelcome terror."

"The more you think, the more plausible it seems."

"Without hesitation, you pull out a dagger taken from Gate City and plunge it deep into the flesh, slicing downward. The Demon Lord’s entire right arm tears open, and the grotesque, twisted face radiating Iron Blood Aura emerges before your eyes."

"At that exact moment, the Demon Lord’s eyes snap open—scarlet irises glaring intensely at you."

"You hear the Iron Blood Ancient God urgently shout... Run, run quickly! This isn’t merely an ordinary Abyss Old God; it’s a Demon God Lord holding the position of a Divine Sovereign. Furthermore, this isn’t its true form, only its flesh avatar. Its true body is channeling Divine Power from the Endless Abyss through the void. Escape now, or you’ll remain here forever."

"Without hesitation, you grab hold of the Iron Blood Ancient God’s face and extract it, placing it aside."

"But the next instant, an eerie green Evil Power drenched in malice engulfs you. Your body begins to dissolve; your flesh mutates disturbingly. Against the Divine Power of the Demon God Lord, you don’t survive even half a second."

"You died."

"Damn it! Pretending to be weak only to reveal such strength?" Yang Qizhou almost smashed his phone but managed to calm himself down just in time.

The game resumed.

"Your soul, as though strolling in your backyard, once again arrives at the River of Death."

"Annoyed, you realize that this Demon Lord who consumed the Iron Blood Ancient God was actually a flesh avatar of a Demon God Lord! What’s more, its true body spans the Endless Abyss, channeling Divine Power to stabilize itself from the Lost Night effect, recovering from its predicament just in time."

"The Blessing Fire remains ablaze,"

"The crow’s caw echoes in your mind, restoring the progress."

"So, explorer of the Otherworld, do you choose to rewrite the death ending by leveraging Destiny’s power, or activate the abilities of [Dark Crow of Profane Fortune] and return to the previous decision point?"

The resurrection option doesn’t count as restarting Destiny’s node—Yang had known this long ago and didn’t worry about overwriting the save file.

However, this time, he decided not to utilize the [Dark Crow of Profane Fortune].

The current storyline’s Demon Lord, though formidable, wasn’t utterly despair-inducing. Its true body—the Demon God Lord—was indeed terrifying but currently confined within the Endless Abyss. The assistance it could provide was limited; breaking free from the Lost Night effect was already a struggle.

Above all, Yang didn’t want to reset Destiny’s line. Instead, he planned to retain this plot and drop a bomb in Asgard to test the waters of God’s Fortress.

Soon, Yang made his decision.

The game resumed.

"You activate the False Road Marker, opening your eyes again in another location within the manor."

"An ominous roar filled with wrath and killing intent reverberates from the ancient castle—it’s the Demon Lord."

"The face of the Iron Blood Ancient God remains in your possession, and its voice rings out... You—you’re a Profane Wizard and have shepherded Divine Sovereigns. Not only that, you wield some kind of blessing power capable of rewriting death endings. Who the hell are you?"

"You ignore the question and promptly activate the effect of [Dream Hidden World Clothes]."

"You enter the ’Hidden’ state."

"Your ’Wizard’ aura is concealed."

"Letting out a relieved sigh, you think that as long as Dream Hidden World Clothes shields you, the Demon Lord wouldn’t discover your presence."

"But in the next moment, a colossal figure ascends into the sky. Shadows blanket half the manor as its enormous hand gathers wicked black energy. First, it forms a massive sphere, which swiftly morphs into a terrifying Evil Spear. Without hesitation, it hurls the spear downward."

"The entire sequence unfolds in mere moments."

"Before you can react, the Evil Spear pierces through you. The terrifying Abyss Power rapidly corrodes your life, and your final thought before losing consciousness is... How did it see me?"

Dead again?

Yang Qizhou curled his lips, the sensation of ’death as a constant companion’ returning, something he hadn’t experienced in hours. Strangely, it felt rather novel this time.

The game resumed.

"The power of Destiny’s Blessing rewrites your death ending. Once again, you open your eyes in the manor."

"Meanwhile, the Iron Blood Ancient God whose face you had extracted urgently shouts... Run northward! This was once my domain—I can help us escape."

"You avoid using the abilities of [Dream Hidden World Clothes], realizing that the Demon Lord possesses the skill to bypass the ancient object’s effects."

"Seizing the Iron Blood Spear, you let the Iron Blood Power infuse your body, transforming into the Battle Angel, and accelerate toward the perimeter at an unimaginable speed."

"The disembodied face of the Iron Blood Ancient God recites incantations—its syllables twisted, hoarse, and bizarre."

"Suddenly, a vortex forms at the edge of the void, revealing the outskirts of Asgard at its center."

"Hurry! Enter now! I’ve been consumed and digested by the Demon Lord for far too long—my strength is depleted. This portal exhausts all my power; it’s your final chance!"

"The urgent voice of the Iron Blood Ancient God echoes in your ears."

"Without hesitation, you leap into the vortex just as it seals shut—a pitch-black Evil Spear narrowly missing you and piercing into the void behind you..."