The witch thought I am a Demon God
Chapter 803 - 422 New Forces Intervening_2

Chapter 803: Chapter 422 New Forces Intervening_2

Ivita glanced at him, then waved his magic wand at everyone, and torrential flames appeared beneath the feet of the troops.

Because of the infinite magic power, Ivita also didn’t need to worry about how much magic he would consume.

At least twenty fire tornadoes emerged under the feet of these troops, followed by the tolling of bells, filled with the scent of death and the march toward extinction. Flowers withered, and the leaves of trees and woods fell as if the end of the world had come.

This was the Doomsday Bell Curse!

A cross appeared underneath their feet, and then a huge fireball fell from the sky. With a loud bang, a massive area of land was scorched, countless stones melted, and all life was reaped away.

When the magic stopped, the troops that had been surrounding the castle had simply vanished.

Maximilian’s mouth hung open, disbelieving what he was seeing.

Ivita, however, furrowed his brows, unsure if it was an illusion, but whenever he used magic, there was always a sensation as if someone was watching from behind.

The more he enhanced his magic, the stronger that feeling became.

When Ivita’s Light Soul foresaw that something bad might happen, he proactively reduced the intensity of the magic, and that lurking sensation from behind greatly diminished.

It was strange that Ambros was a magic desert. Ivita thought that neither Thousand-Year Fire nor Snow Mountain Law had suppressed extraordinary powers.

The Ambros Territory was not a desert or Gobi, nor was it lacking in resources.

Why, then, had this place become a wasteland for the extraordinary?

Many high-level professionals had entered this place before, and all had encountered various misfortunes. Now it seemed those might not be mere rumors.

After a moment of thought, Ivita felt he needed to change his plans.

If he didn’t deal with this hidden danger, he truly didn’t know what kind of accident might occur in the future.

The existence that was secretly spying on him could do so unnoticed, yet he was unable to locate its position.

Ivita waved his magic wand, and the doors of the ablaze carriage opened. Mr. Lorencio, huddled in the corner of the carriage, flew over to Ivita like an object.

The color drained from Lorencio’s face. "Demon! You are a demon. You wouldn’t dare kill me—my father is..."

Ivita stood above his head, looking down at him coldly, "I have two questions for you. First, how many adoptive sons has your father taken in."

"Second, tell me, why should I spare your life?"

Lorencio, looking around at everything and seeing his pale face, knew that bluffing would only bring him misfortune, so he lay prostrate at Ivita’s feet and said, "Great Lord, it was all nonsensical talk before. Here’s the thing."

"My father has taken in over a hundred adoptive sons..."

Maximilian snorted in disdain.

Ivita understood; indeed, he had guessed right. Now the Compulsion Viscount, having lost his own daughter, had started to deteriorate.

He had begun to adopt sons recklessly.

It was a method, after all.

If a ruler has no heirs, then his subordinates would need to start looking for a way out.

Taking advantage of Ivita’s contemplation, Lorencio hastily said to Ivita, "I had a reason for contacting Maximilian at this time. I know a huge secret of the Viscount’s."

"I think it should... it should let me live."

Ivita and Maximilian looked at him in surprise.

They had not expected this cowardly fellow to possibly hold a secret of the Compulsion Viscount.

Ivita commanded with a dark face, "Speak!"

Lorencio looked at Ivita, as if he wanted Ivita to assure him upfront that he wouldn’t harm him again after he had disclosed everything.

Although Maximilian did not know what Ivita wanted, he still scolded Lorencio, "You’d better speak quickly. Otherwise, I don’t know what might happen to you."

Lorencio hesitated, but still spoke up to Ivita, "Lord, I have to tell you, the Compulsion Viscount has gone mad recently. He’s always talking to someone in the cellar of his castle."

Ivita showed an impatient expression.

Lorencio hastened to speed up, "Because I and several other foster sons were responsible for feeding the warhorses inside his castle, I overheard him talking to someone in the cellar a month ago, unintentionally. At first, I thought he was speaking to some shady character, but later I realized he was just talking to a hole in the cellar."

"He even said that the puppet people would help him, and this time the siege of Ambros City would surely be successful. It would be an extremely brutal war, with most of the Ambros people dying."

"Because I was scared, that’s why I wanted to find Boots Cat, to help me save my life."

"Please, you two, let me go, I just want to survive."

Maximilian snorted coldly.

Ivita began to think. He had used magic to sense whether he was lying, and the result showed that it was very likely to be true.

Then this was very strange.

Why would the Compulsion Viscount talk to a hole in his own castle’s cellar, could it be he was having an episode?

Ivita looked at Lorencio, who had the strength of a formal knight, but had been previously burned by his flame magic, damaging the cells throughout his body, causing his constitution to rapidly deteriorate.

Wait a second.

Indeed, Lorencio did not see the viscount talking to anyone, only the Compulsion Viscount talking to himself.

But the issue was, what he saw might not be real.

And puppet people, they have appeared in the Lombardy Kingdom as well, and at that time, the puppet seemed to side with the King of the Ancient Tomb.

Suddenly Ivita thought of something and reached out to Lorencio’s forehead. Lorencio was scared to death, thinking Ivita was going to kill him.

He started pleading for mercy at once.

But Ivita’s goal was not that; he simply extracted the man’s soul and then began to inspect it.

A quarter of an hour later.

The expression on Ivita’s face was odd.

Maximilian asked Ivita, "Old friend, is there a problem?"

Ivita said to Maximilian, "My guess was not wrong, this fool was discovered while eavesdropping, and they took away that part of the memory pertaining to the conversation he overheard."

"His memory has been tampered with too, some memories are out of order, and others are filled in with memories from different people."

"No wonder this guy is so stupid. After his memory was damaged and altered, it amounts to a change in the original algorithms. I wonder if the memories of the Compulsion Viscount’s foster sons have been modified as well."

Ivita shook his head. "Not a single word this guy said can be trusted. But I fear the Compulsion Viscount really was talking to someone."

Ivita extracted the man’s memory and soul from his body and then casually summoned a leaf, placing Lorencio’s soul on the leaf.

Ivita said to Maximilian, "He has some secrets concerning the fate of Ambros on him. I have separated his soul from his body. Could you temporarily imprison him for me?"

Maximilian laughed and said, "Sure. You have done me such a great favor; of course, I will help you. It’s just that I did not expect Mr. Ivita’s magic to be so powerful now, to simply extract someone’s soul like that."

Ivita nodded.

Actually, the ancient great library mentioned the reverse application of the medium-level difficulty magic "Necromancy Magic: Medium," and with his spirit far exceeding that of ordinary humans, he could easily extract the soul of mortals.

However, what made Ivita deep in thought was wondering with which faction the Compulsion Viscount had forged an alliance.

He had to make a trip to Ambros City himself.

To see if he could find an opportunity.

Ivita said to Maximilian, "Old friend, I came to invite you to be my ally. The terms are negotiable; I want to take control of Ambros."

Maximilian did not hesitate at all. "Good, I support you!"

Ivita looked at him in surprise. "I thought that since you refused the viscount so many times, you would refuse me as well."

Maximilian, looking at the corpses on the ground, said, "That’s because they are not worthy. But Ivita, I trust you."