Blasphemy Wizard by Deceit World
Chapter 292 - 272: Profaning the Wizard (4000 words, make-up for yesterday)

Chapter 292: Chapter 272: Profaning the Wizard (4000 words, make-up for yesterday)

"God of Justice, you never expected it, did you? In truth, I, too, am a ’Blasphemous Wizard.’"

"You listened to the final screams drifting into oblivion and chuckled softly. You were genuinely fortunate to have acquired the ’Destiny Replay’ and the ’Dream Hidden World Clothes,’ two legendary relics."

"The God War had reached a fever pitch at this time."

"The Pure White Sun, its vast Abyssal maw already cracked wide open, began transforming into an even stranger, more incomprehensible visage, dripping with viscous fluids. Ancient and eerie chants resonated from its depths. Opposing it, the bizarre ring brimming with tentacles that writhed within the unseen realm was simultaneously channeling its mysterious forces—eternal suffering, curses, malevolence, strangeness—all manner of symbols tangled together."

"Boom..."

"Unseen in reality yet violently impactful, the clash reverberated, claiming the lives of countless Extraordinary Beings in the aftermath of this tremor."

"As the dissipated ’God of Justice’ had predicted, while the awakened will of the terrifying Pure White Sun was nightmarishly dreadful, it retained a slight disadvantage compared to the ’Land of Prayer Light’ Evil Gods who drove the fallen Old King. In an intense battle of life and death, even the smallest of disparities could be magnified infinitely, eventually determining the outcome and the end."

"Within the Void,"

"Numerous bizarre ’symbols,’ coalescing through remnants of the Old King’s essence, formed a chain of indescribable colors. Accompanied by the sound of rattling, this chain tightly imprisoned the Pure White Sun, now showing horrific signs of distortion."

"The monstrous awakened will evidently sensed the impending danger, struggling desperately. Its terrifying, blade-like shrieks echoed sharply across the Void, stirring mysterious forces layer upon layer. Golden drops of blood trickled down one by one..."

"What a pity."

"The ’Land of Prayer Light’ Evil Gods appeared to have anticipated this scenario long in advance. At the heart of the bizarre ring, they abruptly intensified their manipulation of their authoritative powers, funneling them into the ring..."

"The once menacing Pure White Sun was suppressed yet again. Faintly, the sound of painful, low groans could be heard."

"You thought inwardly... without the intervention of Foreign Gods, the Pure White Sun, consumed by the terrifying will, would likely face ultimate defeat—only a matter of time."

"From the perspective of a ’Blasphemous Wizard,’ the Pure White Sun attempting to unlock the ’Lost Heaven’ better aligned with your own objectives. Thus, without hesitation, you summoned ’Wu.’ A black maid-like dress shimmered into form amidst the intertwining of various mysterious and strange forces."

"No communication was needed; as the Battle Doll ’Wu’ instantly understood your intent. Like a ghostly streak of rainbow light, she charged toward the bizarre ring in the unseen realm."

"The Battle Maid, crafted from the fusion of the ’Core of the Battle Maid’ and the ’Demon King Puppet,’ two quasi-legendary relics, was not a divine being and could not manipulate symbols, yet her combat strength was close to the limits of the ’Angel God.’ Her involvement was enough to restore some of the Pure White Sun’s declining advantage."

"You pondered briefly and, to ensure safety, employed the effects of the ’Doomsday Lord’s Ring,’ summoning both the ’Doomsday Apostle’ and the ’Doomsday Knight...’"

"You yourself refrained from acting, continuing to hide in the shadows using the effects of the ’Dream Hidden World Clothes.’"

"With the addition of these forces, the Pure White Sun should be able to reclaim some ground... Glaring at the intense God War occurring within the unseen realm, you silently contemplated."

"But just then,"

"A bizarre, amusing, and strange sound echoed through the Void... a Foreign God had indeed intervened. Ha-ha-ha, like a clown appearing onstage, comical and laughable."

"Immediately afterward, a low and sinister voice resonated from the Void... Did you think only the ’God of Justice’ could seek help from Foreign Gods? We can do the same."

"Finally, hundreds of Eternal Sufferers, stitched together from various creatures, scanned the surroundings with their grotesque gazes, seemingly searching for your whereabouts. In unison, they declared... You will pay for your meddling. When the ’God of Justice’ falls, you will face a terrible misfortune."

"As their voices fell, you suddenly noticed a sinister force, imbued with the aura of ’misfortune,’ appearing at the farthest reaches of the ’Land of Prayer Light,’ looming like a black night suspended in mid-air, blocking ’Wu’ and the ’Doomsday Life.’"

"A pitch-black, intensely obscured figure emerged from the depths of this ’misfortune aura,’ faintly visible yet shrouded in mystery."

"..."

Damned,

This group of Evil Gods from the ’Land of Prayer Light’ had indeed prepared in advance. Well, of course—they weren’t foolish enough to ignore the possibility of Foreign Gods intervening on behalf of the ’God of Justice’ without setting plans accordingly.

Yang Qizhou curled his lips, feeling slightly troubled...

"God of Black Mist?"

The speaker was the Mystic Practitioner. She widened her eyes, staring at the text refreshed on her phone, as though glimpsing something utterly incomprehensible.

Yang Qizhou instinctively asked, "What God of Black Mist? What are you talking about?"

The Mystic Practitioner took two deep breaths, then said calmly, "’Lamp Holder’ sir, isn’t it evident? The Black Mist Sect and its leader, Corewell, worship the deity who governs misfortune—the ’Black Mist Ancient God.’"

This truly caught Yang Qizhou off guard.

He furrowed his brow and said, "But this doesn’t make sense. The ’Black Mist Sect Leader’ must have received the ’Black Mist Ancient God’s oracle’ to seek the Third Epoch’s forbidden relic from the ’Land of Prayer Light,’ which requires the guidance of the ’God of Justice’... Could it be that the ’Land of Prayer Light’ Evil Gods promised to hand over the forbidden relic in exchange for the Black Mist Ancient God’s intervention...? No, that can’t be right. These Evil Gods fear and dread the ’Lost Heaven’ so much; how could they possibly hand over a forbidden relic that might involve the secrets of the ’Blasphemous Wizard’...? "