The God of Jesters
Chapter 658 - 10.02.6 The Imoogi danger.

Chapter 658: 10.02.6 The Imoogi danger.

It was an opportunity, the one that Wajih had been looking for all this while, but he was unaware of the changes outside. The most he felt were vibrations from the skies that caused the ship to bounce around, but Wajih remained quiet. His eyes stared at virtually nothing, but his mind was entirely focused on any odd changes that might happen around him.

For who knows when they will be caught, or it’s more likely that who knows when those monsters far off choose to do something about them.

So Wajih remained quiet, unmoving, and not showing even a hint of intention to intrude upon the harvest that was going on by the Alliance.

And he was correct to do as such, because the Wardlog had long been aware of their existence, and Wajih was not alone, through his domain although not visualized in reality, he knew that there were many like these ships hiding in the dark, some even floating inside the seas, but Wardlog didn’t care, why should he?

This serpent, only he understood how many eyes were on him. Though the world in the modern times might have forgotten him, to the beings on level of Totems, this serpent always appeared at regular intervals and is considered a kind of natural disaster. A natural disaster that they can profit from if they played their cards right.

Unlike some who fail to do so and end up being devoured. Or those that just get in its way out of ignorance.

But Wardlog was none of those things, an ancient voodoo practitioner that rose to the level of Totem, it was not easy for him to come where he is today.

’Hmm, I can leave one part of him to them... let them fight off for it.’ He thought, smiling under his mask.

Instead of just leaving the head that was left there so that it can regrow, he intends to leave a bit of extra flesh and bone for these vultures to fight for. It would be good entertainment on his end, and this in turn will also affect the forces that were hiding in the dark.

This is a seed of chaos he will plant, a chaos that will expose and kill some foreigners in his land without any effort on his end. Wasn’t it wonderful?

"Lord... I think, there is an issue." Spoke one of the legends, attracting Wardlog’s eyes. "Speak of it."

"The head, something seems to be coming out of its head." At those words, Wardlog turned silent for a bit before teleporting in front of the chopped head of Dragon and finding something of interest. "This." A small bump, nothing more, whatever it was, it hadn’t broken out of the snakeskin. But Wardlog understood what it was from this alone.

’So after thousands of years... it’s truly happening.’ Horn, a genuine horn was gestating under the skin, a horn that was the sign of a serpent’s evolution to that of a dragon. And not the one currently existing on the continent, no.

A serpent that rises to the ranks of Dragon is far different than the one that is born as one, their body shape differs a lot for one, with one appearing more like the ancient giant reptiles with wings, while the one that rose from the serpent are generally called the Spirit Dragons.

They were darlings of the world and only the truly good can ascend to something so pure that even true Dragons will come to worship.

But the immortal serpent in front of him was far from good. It was a monster and nothing more. There was a reason why it failed during his ascension and fell into madness. The worst part is that even after falling and becoming an Imoogi, this serpent didn’t lose its strength. Its evil just grew stronger with its strength while it kept clawing at the world to ascend to its rightful form.

Something impossible: once you fall off from one path, you can never walk on it again. That’s the case with even Demons and totems who can’t ascend to their old ranks after dying. They need to walk a new path; otherwise, they will just end up falling into mediocrity and even breaking the pseudo-immortality that they gain after ascending to such ranks.

"This is serious." The previous mood of playing with those little guys was soured at this moment. And Wardlog’s eyes also turned serious. "Evacuate the close by islands, warn the totems in the area around. The serpent is changing."

What caused the change? Wardlog didn’t understand, but for him to survive for so long, he had built up an instinct when it came to things like this. He knew that the danger was around the corner and instead of trying to work or harvest this serpent, it would be better to stray further away from it.

’No... I can’t keep this to myself.’ The thing was, he had offended this serpent a bit too much after this harvest. Although it cost him to sacrifice the vessels of his friends to achieve this feat, Wardlog understood that he couldn’t play this card multiple times, he needed to find a way to keep this serpent occupied and away from the islands.

So Wardlog did what he had planned before, with a thought, black ropes came out of his clothes, binding the head of the serpent and then he flew off, ignoring the eyes that were staring at the corpses like the wolf he flew into the air towing away the head that would start resurrecting in an hour or so.

Which meant, he had to hurry.

And to someone of his level, it didn’t even take long before he appeared above the horizon of the Brihma continent, and his existence did startle a few figures on Cynark who opened their eyes and looked at the figure that dared to enter their lands without their consent. Their faces changed when they saw the head that this man was towing.

"Is the Alliance asking for war?" Came a figure, only a legend, but he appeared before Wardlog could reach the mainland.

"I have no interest in that," Wardlog spoke, throwing the head toward the seas. "I am just here to inform you of a problem." He spoke, pointing toward the head. "The imoogi is growing Horns."

"What?" The Legend was confused by these words, unaware of what they meant or why it even mattered. So ignoring Wardlog’s words, he warned. "Lord Crucifier, please talk in words I understand, that excuse matters not. Nor does it justify bringing the disaster to our doorstep. Please, bring it away, or it will be treated as a breach of border contract."

"Ignorant young one, go tell your masters what I said and see what happens. For now, I will be leaving this head here, because he is your trouble, born on your land, don’t force him on us." With those words, Wardlog had little to talk to the dog that appeared in front of him, so he just left. The Legend that is considered the peak powerhouse of a country could do nothing but watch from the side, frustrated with the totem that brought this trouble to him.

But then again, the Alliance won’t be so stupid to do this without a reason, so after throwing the Head to the edge of the seas controlled under the Brihma continent, which delayed him enough for the Head to start growing again, the man rushed back to his command center, intending to inform them of what just happened and what he had learned.

While hoping that this serpent doesn’t go their way.

But that’s the thing, this serpent will go the Legend’s way, for Wardlog, this was simple manipulation of curses on his end that brings disaster on anyone who he finds annoying, which this man did due to his ignorance. So the curse of misfortune fell on him, along with a small piece of Dragon’s brain meat falling into his clothes without knowing.

All done to attract the ire of the serpent, keeping Wardlog free of what will happen in the future. ’Now seal it... seal it as fast as you can.’

A spirit dragon can only be good, while an Imoogi is always evil and hence far weaker than an ascended Dragon. That has been the rule since time immemorial. But for whatever reason, the Imoogi that is the Immortal Serpent named Dragon, a human named Heroth, had been breaking all kinds of rules that had existed till now. For what reason and why?

Well, part of it had to do with the fact that Heroth is not a serpent, but a Knight carrying the blood of a dragon or a creature like that. And it’s not a secret that talented individuals, can modify the blood in their body and make it their own through practice, unlocking abilities far different than the ones they are gifted by the totems.

But can it really bring so many changes? Wardlog didn’t know. All he did was rush to the scene to warn his men to leave the place.

The moment he reappeared here, there they were, his men fallen down, their bodies drained of blood with countless others in the area who were part of the hyenas that had been looking for opportunity all this while.

With most of them dead. And the same fate might have befallen his men if not for the enemy showing some mercy.

"A totem dares to attack here?"

"No Lord, it was just a Grandmaster... who drained us."