Chapter 37: Abandoned Village (1/2)
During ancient times, the lands were rife with conflict and war. Back then, humanity was much weaker. Humanity was sandwiched between all the major races of the world, putting them in a dire situation where even survival wasn’t guaranteed. Chief among the culprits responsible for humanity’s dire situation were the devils and the undead. They were relentless in their pursuit of humans, seemingly bent on wiping them out.
According to the history books, the Sea of Sadness used to be a fertile plot of land where the strongest human kingdom once stood. Under the leadership of their king, the military withstood countless devil invasions, until one day, they angered the demon god.
In one night, the country was wiped out and all that remained was a bottomless abyss…As time passed, the fields were replaced by a sea of water. And so, the kingdom became the Sea of Sadness.
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Oh, so that’s why…
That issue of my two refinements having different costs has been solved. It didn’t take too long nor was it some complicated reason…it was simply because of that Grimoire of the Dead!
The grimoire had an enhancement effect on any magic that I casted as long as I hugged it. The grimoire also reduced the mana cost of any spells I casted, undead or otherwise.
Furthermore, undead spells received a boost in strength while I held it. For example, summoning a skeleton with the grimoire in hand created a skeleton that was stronger than most of the wild skeletons we encountered. Any bone wall created was sturdier as well.
What’s even more unexpected, was that this unfilial b*****d of a book was even fighting with me over souls! Are you trying to rebel? How dare you steal my food away from me, your master!
I can’t throw away this rebellious book either. I would lose a trump card if I did that. Not to mention I still relied on it for magical knowledge. Plus, those benefits I just mentioned more than made up for this defect. At least, this was the conclusion I came up with after calming down. This defect wasn’t that bad…
Besides, isn’t the fact that the grimoire was able to absorb souls, miraculous in of itself? That’s right, I should have the attitude of [I wonder what this book’s final form will be like?].
The thought that it could one day try to attack me, had occurred to me; so I decided to perform the textbook master-servant ceremony on it. I dripped a drop of my blood onto the grimoire…..and three seconds later, nothing happened…except for the blood getting absorbed.
Is it because there’s not enough blood? I decided to drip more blood…just to be safe. The result a few seconds later was, a whole load of nothing…
F*ck, I was almost angry enough to toss the grimoire away.
Damn you, if you can’t recognize a master, can’t you at least give me a heads up?! Did you really have to make me lose all that blood before you were satisfied!?
Ever since that day, I would constantly hug the grimoire; whether it was while eating or even sleeping. From time to time I would flip open the book, but not to read…just to casually flip through the pages. Heh, I bet it’s pissed at me right now. Well too bad, this brother is petty that way.
As for my Mo sabers, after conducting a weapons test on the refined versions, I had an idea. Due to its piercing capabilities, it could serve just as well as a long spear. The saber wielders could hide behind the heavy shields as usual, and merely had to treat the Mo sabers as long spears due to the space constraints.
(Weapons made from dark alchemy had a mold imprinted into the spell beforehand. The materials and mana would then be employed to create a weapon fitting this mold. As such creating a long spear takes up the same amount of resources as making a Mo saber. In that case, the Mo sabers were naturally a better choice due to their versatility. This is why Mo Ke decided to stick with the Mo sabers.)
With the Alteration spell, I could now repair and modify my old creations, thus saving me a lot of mana. With that in mind, I prioritised modifying my old creations over creating new refined weapons.
The zombie team created by that robed skeleton had left a deep impression on me. The sight of them wildly swinging their giant hammers and ruining my heavy shields had changed my views about hammers.
In the past, I didn’t favor unwieldy weapons like hammers due to their lack in speed. However, that encounter made me realize the sheer destructive power of such heavy weaponry. Not to mention, the hammer was especially suited to killing the slow and mindless undead.
With that in mind, I would use any spare mana I had to create some long hammers. These were then given out to the stronger large imps under my command.
As for why I didn’t try to summon a bunch of undead little brothers… Firstly, lower ranked undead were mindless, and this made them difficult to command. Secondly, without a large mass of them, they were useless. Summoning so many was also not feasible due to my lack of mana.
In the end, I settled on my ready-made devil subordinates. After all, they were usable even without weapons. What’s the point of sacrificing the now for the distant future.
Creating these refined weapons took up roughly two times the amount of mana and provided nearly triple the boost in power. Plus, with the grimoire aiding me, the mana cost was also reduced by one third. As such, it only took about 50% more mana for me to create refined weapons, but the resulting gains were over 100%.
The weapons test for the new broadswords yielded amazing results. I tested the broadsword against a sword wielding one-star skeleton, and with one slash, I sliced through his sword. With another, I took his head. The sensation was similar to cutting paper; by the time I noticed the resistance, its head was already sent flying…
I stepped forward and scooped up the skeletal head, holding it up before me. The green soul flames began to stream out of the skull’s eye sockets. Just as it was about to enter my mouth, the soul flames were immediately sucked away in a different direction, like a fish getting reeled in. With a silent whoosh, it disappeared literally under my nose with nothing but a tiny trace of green left behind…
Ahhhhh—-You god damn broken piece of c**p book, every single time! I raised the grimoire high above my head, thoughts of slamming it down and stomping on it floated through my mind…in the end, I couldn’t bear to do so.
After a few days of walking, we stumbled upon an abandoned village…or what was left of one.
This was the third sign of civilization we encountered during this month of wandering in the undead lands. The first was that tower where I attained this damned grimoire; the second was the altar where I met that robed skeleton; and the third was this village.
The layout of the village was similar to a human village. The houses were tightly packed together, but had a fixed distance between each of them. Most of the houses had an empty space in front of them and were all collapsed. Those that weren’t, were full of holes and functioned like a flute whenever the wind blew through them.