Genius Warlock

Chapter 419

Chapter 419

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After assuring Yareli that he would make every effort to avoid getting hurt, Oliver bid her farewell and proceeded toward the heart of the city.

His destination, of course, was the Mechanical Tower, believed to be the location of the ritual.

Oliver shifted his gaze in its direction.

The Mechanical Tower, an amalgamation of cutting-edge architecture and mechanical engineering, had been constructed to showcase Galos national prowess. It served as a symbol of civilization and grandeur, soaring to a towering height of 600 meters, rendering it discernible from every corner of Ravel.

During his tenure in Ravel, whether brief or protracted, Oliver had consistently encountered this magnificent structure.

Consequently, he had developed a certain fondness for it.

The irony is that the locals hate it. It doesnt harmonize with the surrounding landscape, just a huge eyesore But I find that kind of charming.

Nonetheless, one indisputable fact remained: irrespective of personal preferences, the Mechanical Tower was ordinarily visible from everywhere.

Except, not in this particular moment.

The Mechanical Tower, situated in the central Zone 1 of the city, had craftily disappeared behind a veil of thick smoke generated by numerous fires that had erupted throughout the city.

The ebony plumes from these fires cleverly concealed the tower, shrouding it like a curtain from all vantage points within the citya realization that had only just dawned upon Oliver.

In the midst of the entire city transforming into a battleground, such an occurrence didnt strike him as particularly odd.

They seem to have hurried yet were thorough.

Internally, Oliver evaluated the tactical prowess of Human-meat Chef. While he typically refrained from making hurried assessments in areas outside his expertise, he couldnt help but sense that a meticulously planned operation had been abruptly adjusted due to unforeseen circumstances.

Oliver speculated on the reasons behind this alteration. No matter how much he contemplated it, the abrupt conflict between the Magic Tower and Rokuri University, originating from Lake Village, seemed to be the sole catalyst.

Well, its not important now. Ive also benefited from it.

Recalling the fate of Desijeh Duranse, who had been devoured by Bigmouth, Oliver extracted several papers imbued with spatial magic from his cloak. Considering the obscured location of the Mechanical Tower, he dispersed them in various directions.

The enchanted papers obeyed Olivers intentions, soaring through the air and landing at different points. With stealth in mind, he made his way toward the Mechanical Tower.

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Hmm Was it too much after all?

As Oliver progressed toward the city center, he encountered the minions of Human-meat Chef and reflected on the situation.

When he had observed them from the sewers earlier, they had been scattered sporadically, wreaking havoc and pandemonium throughout the city. However, they had now converged around Oliver, creating an organized obstruction.

Particularly notable were the zombie soldiers positioned all around, taking cover behind walls or on upper floors of buildings, relentlessly firing their weapons as Oliver approached.

Dudududududu!!

The deafening gunfire erupted from every direction, filling the air with smoke. Bullets hailed down upon him from the front, rear, sides, and even the sky.

Yet, they were all halted in mid-air by the protective robe that Oliver had conjured, suspended harmlessly.

As the robe shielded him, Oliver scrutinized the zombie soldiers who were firing from all angles. They bore a resemblance to Puppets zombie soldiers he had encountered in contaminated area in the past.

For a fleeting moment, Oliver entertained the notion that Puppet might be aiding Human-meat Chef, but he quickly dismissed the idea. He didnt claim to know Puppet well, but lying didnt seem to be his nature, and there was no apparent motive for deception.

Ill find out soon enough.

With this thought, Oliver redirected the bullets ensnared by his robe back toward their sources. Hundreds, even thousands of lead projectiles hung suspended, then returned to their origin points, piercing the bodies of their shooters or impacting walls. This momentarily interrupted the relentless hail of bullets.Gét latest novel chapters on nov(e)lbj/n(.)c/om

However, this alone held little significance. The gunmen were undead, and the loss of a bullet or two meant little to them, considering they were already deceased.

This became evident as the zombie soldiers, armed with firearms, continued to reinforce their positions, tightening the noose and resuming their relentless gunfire.

When they were on the verge of lobbing grenades, Oliver harnessed the emotions, life force, and mana swirling around him, employing his Ptahs Assistant and Black Suit-made hand to absorb them.

Shuahahahahak!!!

The zombies, previously scattered and preparing for high-powered magic, were drained of their energy, collapsing to the ground like wind-up toy soldiers whose springs had been released.

Amidst this scene, Olivers attention was drawn to the sole resisting figure among the zombie soldiers.

Top of the building.

Oliver glanced upward, locking eyes with a particular zombiea corpse doll with a vitality in its gaze that set it apart from the others. Specifically, this was the sorcerer controlling the puppet.

In an attempt to flee with the corpse doll, the sorcerer made a move as soon as their eyes met.

However, Olivers reaction was swifter.

[Targeting]

Extending his hand and reciting an incantation, Oliver caused a substantial amount of emotion to swiftly converge, forming a dartboard-like structure between his hand and the corpse doll. These dartboards were drawn together, much like magnets attract.

The corpse doll resisted with black magic, but the liberal use of overwhelming emotions allowed the targeting to overcome the opponents resistance effortlessly.

Truly, an indomitable will Oliver was genuinely impressed.

Though he remained unaware of the full story, it was evident that they held some form of unwavering belief and will, strong enough to put their own lives at risk.

The emotional and life force extraction from the minions of Human-meat Chef was so remarkable that almost instinctively, Oliver extended his hand to assimilate it into his robe. He then employed the emotional particles to create several palm-shaped structures.

With these constructs, he exerted downward pressure from above, subduing the surrounding minions of Human-meat Chef who knelt before him.

Addressing the henchmen before him, Oliver inquired, Are you disciples of Human-meat Chef?

Yes! Enemy of our master! We will destroy you!! boldly declared one of the warlocks, his unwavering faith in Human-meat Chef evident.

Although Oliver harbored a desire to delve into the reasons behind their fervent allegiance to Human-meat Chef, time constraints, as previously mentioned, urged him to forego this inquiry. He continued to advance, sensing the unrelenting gaze from the tower.

Just as he was about to move forward, he noticed a faint stirring within the stomachs of the warlocks surrounding him.

It was the slender larvae he had glimpsed when Human-meat Chef extended the invitation.

The awakened creatures swiftly wriggled out of their hosts stomachs, injecting specific spells into them.

The resulting effects varied: some warlocks bellies grotesquely expanded, others experienced vomiting, and some shed blood tears.

Interestingly, the blood tears and vomit reacted with one another, generating a lethal toxic gas. Concurrently, the swollen bellies detonated in a small yet potent burst of toxic gas.

It was a sinister form of black magic related to diseases, exceptionally potent.

Hunger disease, ocular shingles, red spots, mad neurosis, seizure disease, joint petrification, and 13 other deadly disease-related black magics.

The situation had grown perilous. The peril associated with disease-weakening black magic escalated in proportion to the number of diseases inflicted. This danger arose because, despite being diseases in origin, the fact that their root cause was black magic led them to intermingle and undergo chemical reactions, resulting in unpredictable transformations.

Indeed, this unpredictability manifested as the disease-weakening black magic began to affect Olivers body.

Fortunately, Oliver had previously delved into some of these diseases through his readings, enabling him to respond promptly. He harnessed the mana stored within his robe to arrest the spread of the diseases while employing the emotions to neutralize their effects.

During this process, a significant surge of life force resonated near the Mechanical Tower.

It was a gianta colossal being that Oliver had encountered approximately six times during his journey, easily distinguishable even from a distance.

This giant resembled those Oliver had encountered previously, with one notable distinctionit possessed the capability to wield black magic.

Oh

Oliver gazed upward and whispered.

The giant, towering over most buildings, emitted a ground-shaking roar while raising its massive arms. Its very movements generated air currents above, and the giants transformation continued. Its arms assumed a blood-red hue, grotesquely expanding its musculature.

Crack, crack!

The sounds of muscles and bones undergoing an unnatural metamorphosis were audibly disturbing.

Oliver instinctively grasped the necessity of evasion. This was not merely a potent attack; it verged on the scale of a man-made catastrophe.

However, weakened by the onslaught of multiple diseases, Oliver could not move with immediate agility. Instead, he encased a portion of his robe around one of his arms.

Just as he completed this action, the giant unleashed its meteor-like fists with full force. Oliver, coughing due to the diseases, thrust his robed fist upward.

!!!!!

The collision of the two fists produced an indescribable thunderous boom that reverberated throughout the city. The shockwave and billowing dust expanded in all directions, creating a massive fissure in the ground.

The impact mimicked that of a meteorite impact.

In what appeared to be an insurmountable scenario, astonishingly, a figure stood confidently within the crater formed by the mighty fists.

It was none other than Oliver.

He had not only weathered the colossal punch of the giant but also shattered its hands.

Though he continued to cough, courtesy of the diseases, he had triumphed in a direct confrontation with the giant.

Impressive despite coughing, you won a fistfight against a giant.

Oliver turned his head, just a moment ago, the area had seemed vacant.

But now, there stood Human-meat Chef, brandishing a French knife.

The instant their eyes met, Chef swung his knife in a sweeping arc from left to right.

(To be Continued)

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