The witch thought I am a Demon God
Chapter 725 - 385: Three Anger, Two Griefs, Magic Book of Death God_2

Chapter 725: Chapter 385: Three Anger, Two Griefs, Magic Book of Death God_2

Outside the city, many pirates on the battlefield, gazing at the thundering cannon on the city walls, the guards all around the city, and the Thunder Dragons hovering in the sky, felt an indescribable sense of despair in their hearts. Compelled by this feeling, they started to put down their weapons one after another.

"This city can’t be seized any longer. Mr. Ivita is the rightful king of our Cross Island," someone conceded.

"Carrying on with this fight will only lead to senseless death. I’ve seen with my own eyes my brother’s arm get blown away by a cannon. Why should we act as cannon fodder? Attacking the Upper City Central Harbour has brought us no benefits! So what if the land-dwellers become our rulers? We can always leave Cross Island if need be, after all, a ruler is a ruler no matter who it is," another lamented.

A long-haired male pirate knelt forlornly on the ground, discarding his weapon. "We can’t win. I surrender," he sighed.

More and more people began to behave in the same way, all of them kneeling on the ground.

...

Inside the study of the administrative building, Ivita looked at his desk, burnt to a crisp in the black flames. In the pupil of his left eye, a Fire Phoenix danced and flickered. He used Phoenix Magic to suppress the magic backlash and all the black flames were extinguished.

Ivita turned pale, fell silent for a moment, then muttered to himself, "The magic failed. Even with Light Soul, I can’t master some of the core spells from the Book of Death in such a short time. I underestimated the consequences of my current magic backlash."

"Greater power entails greater responsibility."

"For me now, if magic fails and causes a backlash, it will affect many people around me."

"My overall magic power now, without adding the Emperor Star Power, should be slightly stronger than an ordinary Marquis-level wizard."

"Magic often backlashes beyond the casting ability of its master. Thus, the magic backlash just now should have been at the peak of Marquis-level -- very close to that of the Witch Queen. Such backlash could possibly cause mass temporary depression to hundreds of thousands."

Ivita pondered, then waved his hand. The aura of depression and despair from the pirates outside the city who had voluntarily surrendered and discarded their weapons was all gathered on the ground of this study.

Ivita beckoned, and a glass bottle fell into his hand from within the study. He slightly opened the bottle, and put all the auras of depression and despair into the glass bottle. The magic of the Book of Death needed "three auras and two miseries", so he needed the aura of human depression and despair.

This was a main ingredient for the magic of the Book of Death.

"The Shaw outside the city is not to be feared. The real act begins in a few days when the entire island’s noblemen swear allegiance to me," Ivita mused, "I should learn the magic of the Book of Death before that happens. My Light Soul is especially powerful, I should be able to forcefully learn these spells quickly with it."

"Even if I’m pressed for time, I need to master this magic and boost my magic power before possibly going to the Lombardy Duchy."

One step faster is akin to being a step ahead at every turn.

With the highest-quality Light Soul, you can deconstruct spells in a philosophical sense in a very short time.

As a result, Ivita could learn most of the spells in the world just by taking one look.

Ivita summoned his butler, Joe Joseph. At this point, Joe Joseph already regarded Ivita as a divine being, and was filled with respect for him due to his rapid rise in power.

After paying respect to Ivita, Joe Joseph asked, "Sir, what can I do for you? I am honored to serve a person like you."

Ivita glanced at the butler, then shook his head.

Truth be told, the magic materials he needed could hardly be obtained by a butler.

He told the butler, "You might not understand what I am about to say. Take it to the Hearthstone Witch, let her find a way to bring these materials to me as quickly as possible."

"Impotent Rage, Depressed Resentment, and I’ll also need the sweat representing physical pain and tears symbolizing mental agony."

"With the tsunami created by the Sea Goddess, acquiring these materials should be easy. Tell the Hearthstone Witch that I want as many as possible."

Joe Joseph, indeed, had no idea what Ivita was talking about.

Because the materials Ivita spoke of are difficult to utilize for even the most ordinary witches, requiring exceptionally vast magical power to study and use these materials.

But he forcibly memorized these materials using his own memory.

Housekeeper Joe Joseph solemnly said to Ivita: "I will find these things for you as soon as possible."

...

Fifteen days later, the whole of Cross Island seemed to have accepted Ivita’s rule, with even the small and medium-sized pirates who used to provoke the Upper City significantly decreased.

Everyone seemed to finally wake up from their beautiful dream.

It turns out that Ivita took over the Upper City with his own strength and powerful army in the most orthodox way, instead of opportunism.

The jail in Upper City was almost filled with pirates attempting to attack Upper City. Those who could not be accommodated were immediately executed, or a group of younger pirates with lesser crimes were released.

Although Ivita mainly focused on studying magic and delegated all matters to the Hearthstone Witch and Knights like Goken, Robinson, Iron Mountain, and Kelmu.

But due to the arbitrary actions of the Hearthstone Witch, she inadvertently created a terrible reputation for Ivita in the pirate world.

It was not long before someone called Ivita the Hangman King!

The terrifying majesty established by mountains of corpses and rivers of blood caused the sneaky rats to dare not show their faces, only hiding in the darkest corners cursing Ivita’s reign to collapse quickly due to their impotent rage.

However, Ivita was unexpectedly unable to learn the magic of the Book of Death before the heirs of the island’s major nobility swore allegiance to him.

But he still accepted the re-devotion of the heirs on the night of five days ago, letting them promise to provide him with taxes, labor, military service, and even require his consent when succession of the nobility takes place.

Basically, he took this opportunity to reclaim the scattered feudal rights of more than sixty years, or even longer, in one fell swoop.

However, Ivita did not plan to establish a dictatorship or group rule on Cross Island. This environment was not appropriate and it wasn’t what Ivita wanted to see, to be entangled with these scum from Cross Island for decades.

Establishment of feudal centralized regime would suffice.

Ivita signed a centralized contract with those heirs, which he named The Cross Island Ennoblement Treaty.

This way, he almost reinstated the feudal rule of Cross Island.

The most important point was to strip the local lords of their independent legislative rights and judicial rights, and to deprive local lords of trial rights for severe penalties. Only the court established by the Great Governor of Cross Island was the legal one, all other local lord courts were private courts.

In the study room of the administration hall, Ivita completely treated the study as his place to practice magic. He was about to combine three types of aura into one - Death Aura, but upon hearing footsteps in the hallway outside, he immediately waved his hand and collected the three auras back.

To prevent a very serious backlash from magic failure.

Ivita snapped his fingers, the door to the study automatically opened; it was the housekeeper leading a scruffy Wilson, dressed in a dirty red cloak, into the study.

As soon as Wilson saw Ivita, he said: "Sir, that letter is real."

"But the current state of the Lombardy Duchy is even more terrifying than I imagined. The undying Rustlers are rampant there, more terrifying than I ever expected. On that land, there is no distinction between death and life, all people are like walking corpses, even those living humans are like the most numb insects."

"Sir, if you must go there, be very careful."

"The country’s military and officials have been manipulated by uncontrolled laws, becoming something in between zombies and humans. Their remaining wisdom makes them dazed, they might regain their minds at any time, but they might also go crazy at any moment!"