Chapter 236: Chapter 190: Great Harvest! The Generous Master of Billions of Flesh
Isaac stood in the flesh-filled room. He donned a wide-brimmed Wizard Hat, letting the shadow fall across his face, then raised his hands high and shouted with fervent zeal, "O supreme Master, ruler of all the world’s flesh! Your devout believer offers this sacrifice and begs for Your descent!"
"Ghk—"
The moment Isaac’s words rang out, a bound Cultist in another corner of the castle went rigid. His eyes rolled back in his head, and a choked, gurgling sound escaped his lips.
Meanwhile, Isaac himself had taken on the aura of that very Cultist.
This was the Summoning Technique, a form of Magic originally used by Believers to channel Divine Power. It was later obtained by the Mad Witches, and with a few modifications, became an ability to temporarily alter one’s identity in the eyes of a High-Position Existence. In other words, at this very moment, Isaac *was* that Cultist!
This Magic was crucial. As times changed, especially after the appearance of the Gate of Legends, the Outer Gods had grown more cautious. They began making fewer deals with the Mad Witches, and some even severed ties completely.
The arrangement was simply unfair. If a God won, all they gained was a single mortal soul. But if they lost...
Thus, fewer and fewer Outer Gods were willing to trade with the Mad Witches.
But how could that be allowed to happen?
Would the Mad Witches stand for that?
Of course not. And so, the Summoning Technique came into being. What made the technique so diabolical was that even if an Outer God knew it was likely a Mad Witch’s trap, they still had to walk right into it!
After all, Outer Gods were still Gods, and Gods needed Believers. When a Believer prepared such a lavish sacrifice, if the God didn’t show up... what would their other followers think if word got out?
This was the overt plot of the Mad Witches in the current era!
And so, very quickly, the Master of Billions of Flesh, who had long been lying in wait, responded to Isaac’s call and cast down his gaze.
He, too, found it strange that one of his devout Believers would disturb his slumber, but this particular Believer had prepared a flesh-and-blood sacrifice of more than two million humans!
Now that was devotion!
For such "devotion," it was worth the price of admission, even if it was a trap!
And then...
The Master of Billions of Flesh: "..."
He fell silent, staring at the figure in the center of the ritual. The man radiated the signature of one of His Believers but was dressed in the full garb of a Wizard.
’And for some reason,’ He thought, ’even though all Mad Witches wear the same outfit of wide Wizard Robes and broad-brimmed Wizard Hats, this Wizard looks exceptionally familiar. This guy... could he be that damned thief who stole my Dimensional Power?’
"@#$%&!"
As he "listened" to the unintelligible cry of the Master of Billions of Flesh, Isaac gave a faint smile. ’That’s the language of the Demon Gods, but I haven’t researched it too deeply. After all, the words and script of Demon Gods are imbued with power. The deeper one studies, the deeper one sinks, eventually becoming nothing more than a puppet for the Demon God.’
’Still, in this situation, I don’t need to understand the words to get the meaning. It’s undoubtedly vulgar.’
The Master of Billions of Flesh may have been uncouth, but Isaac was a civilized man. Why, in the Mysterious Void, he only ever picked up things after confirming no one else wanted them. So, he paid no mind to the God’s curses. Instead, he tugged the brim of his hat, bowed respectfully, and spoke.
"O supreme Master of Billions of Flesh, your most devout Believer offers this meager sacrifice to You. I pray that you might bestow a sliver of your divine grace and kill the entirety of the current Itra Royal Family, thus displaying Your supreme power and bringing this Kingdom to a state of unprecedented chaos!"
’Confirmed,’ the God thought. ’This bastard is definitely a Mad Witch!’
The Master of Billions of Flesh was left speechless. He was a shut-in, not an idiot. The Real World only restricted the invasion of His power, not His line of sight. He knew a thing or two about the current state of affairs.
’In a pitiful state like Itra’s, any attempt at governance would be an improvement—it has already hit rock bottom!’
’The Itra Royal Family is the only thing barely holding that country together. Killing them off would only make Itra better. So I’m positive this bastard is a Mad Witch!’
’He wants to use my power to sweep away the final obstacle to ruling the Itra Kingdom!’
Normally, the Master of Billions of Flesh could have refused. After all, the Itra Royal Family included a Tier Four Miracle Knight. Outside the Real World, dealing with such a being would be child’s play, but here, the cost in power would be substantial.
But unfortunately for him, the sacrifice Isaac offered was simply too great!
It was so great that, under the rules of the ritual, He was obligated to fulfill Isaac’s request before He could enjoy the bountiful sacrifice.
In truth, the sacrifice was more than enough to compensate for the cost of His actions, with a great deal left over. It was just that the thought of helping this Mad Witch before Him clear the final obstacle to conquering the Itra Kingdom made Him feel like He had just eaten shit!
But soon, an idea sparked in the Master of Billions of Flesh’s mind. He immediately accepted the terms of the ritual and set about purging the bloodline of the Itra Royal Family!
As mentioned before, deals made by the Mad Witches were protected by the Gate of Legends. Under the aegis of this great treasure, no matter how great an Outer God’s losses were upon the successful completion of a ritual, they could never discover the identity of the Mad Witch who had presided over it.
Unless, of course, your power surpassed that of the Gate of Legends.
But that was a moot point. If one’s power was greater than the Gate of Legends, they could have just killed the Mad Witch during the ritual, without needing to wait until after the fact.
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