The witch thought I am a Demon God
Chapter 789 - 415: Death Return Curse_2

Chapter 789: Chapter 415: Death Return Curse_2

His undead body is a wondrous construct of powers, using the inversion of water and fire within him to step out of reincarnation.

At this moment, he’s been somewhat disrupted by the whirl of energy and blood in the realm of the Knight Marquis—this is indeed affecting his power.

Meanwhile, Ivita, who had been observing the battle from afar, blinked. As expected from the Knight Marquis, he could actually cause the King of the Ancient Tomb to be injured.

This in turn would benefit her in studying the physical structure of the King of the Ancient Tomb.

The more parameters she could obtain through observation, the easier it would be for her to create weapons to counter the King of the Ancient Tomb.

On the other side, Duravin said to the King of the Ancient Tomb, "Hold on. Shouldn’t your enemy be that wizard over there? He’s using someone else to kill you."

The King of the Ancient Tomb snorted haughtily. "Crushing you insignificant bugs is just a casual task for me. It’s my first priority to reclaim what belongs to me. I’ll settle the score with that little scammer later."

Duravin clenched his teeth, looking down at the heart of the King of the Ancient Tomb in his hands. He found it hard to let go of this treasured trophy, but if he kept it, he would become a prime target for the King of the Ancient Tomb.

"If...if I return your heart to you, then I would be considered as your benefactor, right? You have no reason to target me, we might even be able to collaborate."

The King of the Ancient Tomb’s expression fluctuated. He initially displayed a look of extreme disgust, which then transitioned into an impassive face, and eventually morphed into a friendly smile.

He answered Duravin with a smile, "Indeed, if you return my heart, then I’ll consider you my friend."

Although Duravin thought that the King of the Ancient Tomb seemed even more terrifying now, he still harbored the idea that the King of the Ancient Tomb would spare him.

Just as he was about to speak, the Old Sword Saint intervened, chiding Duravin, "Don’t give it to him! This is our leverage. Once he gets his hands on it, we won’t have anything left to negotiate with—he’s the one who’ll die if anything happens."

Duravin: "What?"

The Giant Avatar of Ivita beside them also enlightened him, "Duravin, have you been hiding at home for too long? The King of the Ancient Tomb putting on a friendly front and a smile is just to coax you into giving the heart back."

"He was disgusted by you at first because he thought you were stupid. Since you know the secret of his heart and you’re the successor of the Iron Crown, even if he doesn’t completely obliterate you, he definitely won’t let you off. And you actually thought simply returning his heart could settle it."

"His dismissed expression later was him considering whether he should deceive you. And then, when he smiled at you, he had made up his mind to dupe you."

"You must understand that those who surrender are always the first to die. He has always been coaxing me, promising that I would be spared if I left here, but I’ve never believed a word of it."

The King of the Ancient Tomb glanced at Ivita’s Giant Avatar. "Oh, you’re quite clever, always avoiding meeting me with your true form. However, indeed, if given a chance, I will kill you."

"Show mercy to you? It depends on my mood."

Duravin didn’t expect things to turn out this way. Frustrated, he said to Ivita, "Who gave you the right to instruct me? Isn’t it you who brought me into this mess? Stop pretending to be good."

"I..."

Before he could finish, he felt a tangible wave of malice rushing towards him.

In the next moment, the silhouette of the King of the Ancient Tomb had already taken form in front of the Old Sword Saint, exploiting their moment of carelessness to throw five consecutive punches at the Old Sword Saint, who retaliated with his own five strikes from his sword.

But as the sixth punch landed, the Old Sword Saint was knocked away and his energy barrier completely shattered.

Duravin was left unprotected all of a sudden.

...

The real Ivita, along with the Hearthstone Witch and the Sect Hierarch of the Sun God Sect, held their right palms together. They recited a spell simultaneously and a ball of purplish-black flame was ignited among their palms, revealing a Broken Steel Sword within the flame.

Ivita said to the two witches, "Now, under our powerful magical power, we have jointly created a spell -- the Death Return Curse."

"And we have imprinted it on the Broken Steel Sword forged within the Thousand-Year Fire."

"From now on, any undead being killed or wounded by this sword will be bestowed with the death they rightly deserve. They will no longer be able to withhold death or escape from it."

"Nor will they keep using this foolish means to pretend that they possess eternal life."

"Now, let’s drop our blood into the flame. This is the last step."

Afer hearing this, the Sect Hierarch of the Sun God Sect immediately drew a dagger from her waist and cut her thumb, letting the blood drip into the flame.

And the Hearthstone Witch asked Ivita, "Your Majesty, will this cause me physical harm?"

Ivita looked speechless and said, "No, just don’t lag behind. If it takes too long, it will cause changes. Hurry up and create the weapon to kill the King of the Ancient Tomb—the sooner, the better."

The Hearthstone Witch hesitated for a moment while looking at the flame. Just as she was about to cut her thumb with the weapon handed to her by the Hierarch of the Sun God Sect, she suddenly saw their united magic producing rapidly flickering purple flames.

Plus, she could hear the sounds of drums from their surroundings.

The Hearthstone Witch’s face drastically changed. "Someone is using twisted magic to distort our united magic. If he succeeds, things will get tricky."

Ivita said to Knight Robinson, "Head a bit north at one o’clock direction, three kilometers away. If you encounter the enemy, all you need to do is prevent him from banging the drum."

Knight Robinson stood up, nodding, and said, "Okay."

The next moment, the drum sound disappeared.

The Hearthstone Witch looked surprised. "Why did it suddenly stop?"

Ivita, deep in thought, began to drip his blood into the flame as he said, "The person stopped drumming upon hearing my arrangement. Such cunning, and yet he fears to confront me, either his power isn’t that strong, or he fears that I will notice something upon seeing him."

"I don’t know which one it is," she replied.

Now, the Hearthstone Witch became obedient. Taking advantage of this opportunity, she hurriedly dropped her blood into the flames.

Suddenly, the flames rolled back, swallowing the Broken Steel Sword.

The Broken Steel Sword disappeared into the flames.

In the next moment, once the flames had receded, the Broken Steel Sword appeared unchanged, but Ivita saw—a thin layer of special magic had been plated onto its surface through the Eye of the Demon.

The sword was ready.

...

The King of the Ancient Tomb severed Duravin’s index finger with his claws, snatching the box that contained his heart. Laughing, he said to Duravin, "Don’t be so foolish in your next life."

His claw pierced Duravin’s heart.

Ivita looked at the Old Sword Saint’s emotionless expression, coupled with the appearance of mysteriously strange magic in the air, and knew that Duravin must have some magic-related item on him that could act as a substitute for death.

After all, he was a prince of the Empire. Despite his relatively low status, the resources he possessed were beyond the imagination of ordinary nobles, for example, the Knight Marquis who had always been by his side as his grandfather.

The King of the Ancient Tomb retrieved his heart, and his spirits lifted immediately.

Having retrieved his heart, he felt invincible. Would his enemies still dare to fight him next?

The King of the Ancient Tomb turned to look at Ivita, "I helped you clean up your competition, are you happy..."

He turned to look at Duravin, who had climbed up from the ground and was hiding frightened behind his grandfather, shook his head, and said, "Ok, I was wrong about that..."

"But, kid, let’s settle the total account now. Anyway, the heart is in my hands."

The giant avatar of Ivita also laughed loudly. "Yeah, indeed. I’m tired of playing the game of me running and you chasing."

The King of the Ancient Tomb looked gloomy. "So relaxed? Do you suppose that by placing your spatial magic on the box, you can retrieve the heart? It’s a pity that I do have to reward you for slaughtering Guiren Village and for finding the location and weak point of my heart—an ability few possess. But alas, it’s ultimately futile."

"Let me remind you, anything held by me cannot be transferred by spatial magic."

Ivita nodded. "Before, I tried to deliver you using the Dark Door, but indeed couldn’t. I found that your physical constitution is immune to spatial magic."

"It’s probably due to the reversal of fire and water in your body."

"So I have tried another method."

"Ah!" The Zombie King, unbelievably, suddenly fell to his knees before Ivita, and his body was burning with ordinary fire. "What is happening?"

Ivita clapped his hands and said, "Now we have something to talk about, right? Want to know what happened?"