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Chapter 819 - 430 The Heart of the Ancient God_2

Chapter 819: Chapter 430 The Heart of the Ancient God_2

Mr. Giant Ivita began to brazenly collect Magic materials since after his sneaky attempts had been discovered anyway, he might as well be open about it now and stopped hiding.

"I’m just collecting the Purple Energy, so what?"

Seeing this, councillors of the city council didn’t say much. A few council members even felt relieved, thinking that one of the reasons the giant suddenly sided with them was possibly for the precious magic materials on the battlefield.

On this battlefield, where some cried, others laughed—it was merely a cycle of life and death.

The entire battlefield had turned into a massive source for obtaining magic resources.

But the wizards who could actually use the magic resources from the battlefield were not of a low level.

Ivita was originally happily collecting the Purple Energy on the city walls, but unexpectedly, he discovered a male Great Wizard using Undead Magic on his side of the walls, summoning dead bodies and souls, calling forth hundreds of skeletal soldiers charging towards the attacking army.

Ivita was instantly enraged.

If the corpses and souls on the battlefield were all utilized by the necromancer, what was there left for him to collect?

The Lich Lord even boasted to Ambros’s chairman of the council, "This isn’t just any Undead Magic, it’s Undead Plague Magic. These undead are like pathogens, infecting normal corpses. As soon as the undead I awaken stay beside a corpse, soon it will become undead."

Just as the chairman of Ambros’s council was about to praise him, he saw Ivita striding towards them with a grim face, his massive body already exuding a sense of oppression.

Not to mention, when he was angry, even the surrounding Magical Power got infected by his emotions, starting to boil.

This made Ivita look even more terrifying.

And Ivita grabbed the Great Wizard in one swift motion, holding him in his hand like a child holding an insect.

The Great Wizard hadn’t even reacted when his entire body’s Magical Power was locked by Ivita’s incredibly powerful Light Soul.

The only thing he could do was summon some magic from his Soul Palace while shouting, "What are you doing? You madman, why are you attacking me?"

He barely managed to summon some magic and used a Rotating Ice Blade Curse on Ivita, but the moment the rotating ice blades touched Ivita’s skin, they were automatically melted and nullified by the Cloak Magic.

This guy’s magic didn’t even break through Ivita’s defense.

At this moment, the Great Wizard realized his fear. "Mr. Giant, where did I offend you? Please, let me go and give me a chance to explain."

"Even a death row inmate has the right to a trial and to be convicted."

As Ivita felt the nature of the opponent’s magic, he suddenly scoffed, "So you’re a wizard under the Winter Law of the North. Your greatest strengths are Ice Magic and Necromancy, right?"

The Great Wizard said in fear, "Yes... Yes..."

"I am the Great Wizard of the Northern Ditmarschen Peasant Republic. Our country was once exploited by land nobles, but the farmers overthrew them and replaced the original ruling structure with a farmers’ commune. However, our country is just very, very small and cannot compare to The Three Republics."

"But our Peasant Republic is a very simple society without nobles. We managed to survive by sheer luck from the powerful hands of feudal lords. Kings from the Three Great Winter Kingdoms often threaten us, and during our battles with them, we adopted the Winter Law and learned their Frost Necromancy."

At this, Ivita released him. "I have fought more than one Lich Lord and The King of Zombies under the Winter Law, so I really dislike it when others use Frost Necromancy in front of me."

"Dispel your magic. Sir. For the sake of your homeland’s repeated confrontations against the Three Great Winter Kingdoms, I can spare you."

The old wizard from the Peasant Republic was very afraid; he hesitated, looking towards the silent, observing council chairman.

At this moment, the council chairman, having understood the situation and knowing that Ivita did not want to see Undead Magic, began to side with Ivita upon speaking, "That makes sense, enslaving the corpses of warriors to fight for us really shouldn’t be done."

"Mr. Yew, please dispel the magic first."

Yew, the old wizard, scoffed, but still dispelled his Undead Magic, and the ghouls he had awakened fell back to the ground.

Before the Speaker of the Assembly and the old Wizard could speak, Ivita acted to prevent them from secretly using Undead Magic, which would significantly reduce the amount of Purple Energy she was supposed to reap.

She extended her right hand and recited a spell taught by the Ancient God of the Desert to His first followers when He descended into this world ten thousand years ago.

The spell was solemn and terrifying, unlike any modern language. Merely reciting it caused the sky to darken and a sandstorm to arise.

The soldiers from both sides were amazed, wondering where the wind had come from.

Then, amidst the sandstorm and hurricane, a thousand Sand Soldiers appeared, causing immense destruction to the forces of the noble faction as soon as they materialized.

Ivita said to the Speaker of the Assembly and the Great Wizard, "This is the army I summoned with the breath of the God of the Desert, they fear not death."

"They are adequate to take on the responsibility of the undead soldiers you intended to create."

The Speaker of the Assembly did not expect Mr. Giant Ivita to have this capability, and he felt Mr. Giant Ivita still held back, not summoning all the Sand Soldiers. He grew increasingly appreciative of Mr. Giant Ivita.

"Very well, very well, truly worthy of being the Giant of the Republic."

"On behalf of Ambros, I thank you."

The Wizard Yu, upon seeing the formidable Sand Army summoned by Ivita, noticed that they were enveloped in a faint divine power of the Desert’s God. He was immediately convinced, and the last bit of annoyance in his heart disappeared.

Wizard Yu flattered Ivita, "Mr. Giant is more capable than me. Without needing corpses and plague, he can summon an army more fearless and fierce than the undead, each of these Sand Soldiers is probably equivalent to an average undead."

"And to summon each average undead, sacrifices and a great amount of Magic Power and complex rituals are needed."

"Is this the power of a high-level Wizard?"

Ivita responded indifferently, "This is not the power of a high-level Wizard. I merely consumed the Three Sisters Grass."

At these words, the Great Wizard became even more envious.

So envious that it almost soured.

He was born in the Peasant Republic, and he stayed there, helping the peasant communes resist the feudal rights of kings from all directions, the divine rights from bishops of The Church, and the financial guilds’ encroachment from neighboring countries.

Therefore, he simply did not have the resources to search for something like the Three Sisters Grass.

Ivita observed the appearance of the Sand Soldiers below the city, which locally changed the situation, plunging the army of the Bavaria Duchy’s noble faction into chaos and even causing severe losses.

He was a bit worried that his excessive involvement would disrupt the natural course of the war.

But soon, he realized his worries were unnecessary.

For the city’s noble faction had somehow brought forth a colossal creature, which was none other than a massive toad.

Ivita’s eyes widened.

Was that not the Ancient God Toad?

At this moment, the Ancient God Toad was bound tightly by thousands of exquisite mechanisms and iron chains.

It had been enslaved by humans and was being used as a tool to combat Ivita’s army of the Desert.

Ivita recalled the Viscount’s grandiose claims from the day before, no wonder he was so confident, independent of The Church, for he had such a trump card in his hands.

Who gave it to him?

But Ivita’s excitement overcame his doubts, because the second ingredient for the Purple God Potion was the heart of an Ancient God, a material not only rare because it was the heart of an Ancient God but also because these gods were limited in number and might already have vanished into the annals of history.