Chapter 774 The Magic Goddess Dies Again and Again, God of Magic’s Grand Entrance_2

The headless body stood there, knocked down again by the aftermath, raising a large cloud of dust.

In theory, with the Divine Artifact destroyed and the state of the Blood Bar, the Magic Goddess should already be dead.

But something that completely defied past experience happened just like that.

The Power of Faith was still gathering, and the Blood Bar of the Magic Goddess was still steadily rising.

On the neck that had lost its upper half, a skull composed of the Power of Faith slowly began to form, with nerves and flesh growing rapidly at an incredible speed.

She was about to be resurrected!

Lu Wenwu walked slowly to the front and stomped down with one foot.

The head that had just grown halfway suddenly exploded into pieces.

The Dharma Divine Ring behind her shone brightly for a moment, with the speed of faith reassembly faster than before, once again reassembling the body shattered by external forces.

“The real you, aren’t you planning to come out and meet me?”

Lu Wenwu once again destroyed the body of the Magic Goddess.

This destruction was more thorough, leaving only the Dharma Divine Ring that seemed to hover between illusion and reality, along with the Star Staff that was essentially some kind of projection.

He had long since discovered that this staff, symbolizing magical authority, was not the legendary Divine Artifact.

In addition to the suffix in the analysis result, which included [Incomplete Law of Magic Control].

All these clues pointed to one conclusion—the God of Magic was not dead.

This Magic Goddess, in line with the wizards’ understanding from the outside, was definitely not the true God of the Beginning, Magic.

‘This endless killing is not a solution.’

Lu Wenwu thought after shattering the Magic Goddess’ head for the fifteenth time.

According to the system’s description, the Evil Power can be extracted only after being killed.

So, does the state of the Magic Goddess before resurrection count as being killed?

Let’s try.

Proficiently, Lu Wenwu sent the half-resurrected Magic Goddess to the afterlife with a single kick, then quickly activated the Evil Slayer Talent.

Instantly, a huge black force shot up from the Divine Corpse under his foot, rushing directly into his body.

The powerful impact, like the opening of floodgates, almost knocked Lu Wenwu off his feet!

Damn, it actually works!

The smile on Lu Wenwu’s face suddenly became sincere and radiant as he gazed excitedly at the headless corpse of the regenerating Magic Goddess.

I just keep consuming and consuming!

However, like a flood, the quantity that came quickly also departed quickly.

In just a few seconds, before Lu Wenwu could devour much, the extracting power of the Evil Slayer had disappeared without a trace.

Presumably, it happened when the Magic Goddess’ head had grown about halfway, just before she was about to regain basic awareness.

But Lu Wenwu didn’t find it troublesome.

Like a diligent old farmer harvesting crops, he repeatedly reaped his field.

Harvesting and consuming each batch while still hot.

This made Lu Wenwu feel joy and satisfaction.

In essence, he was indeed a competent farmer, possessing excellent farming genes inherited from Huaxia descendants.

It’s just that everyone has different ways of farming, and different understandings of farming.

Some people farm in the most traditional and modest way.

True farming.

Simple farming with no tricks.

Through hard and diligent cultivation on the land, they eventually harvest a crop filled with sweat, obtaining the resources they deserve.

Some people farm in a slightly abstract way, considered as general farming practitioners.

Such as conducting research in their own Little World, growing a technology tree, producing industrial outcomes; or cultivating armies, fighting around for resources for their own cultivation, and so on.

Lu Wenwu’s way of farming was quite different.

Very innovative, possibly enraging some farming practitioners.

He liked to go farming in various Dungeon Worlds using his fists.

Others cultivate, he harvests.

Or rather… his cultivation involves defeating those who cultivate, reaping the fruits of others’ labor.

Hmm…

Where there is cultivation, there is harvest.

Why shouldn’t this be considered farming?

Of course, if someone prefers to call this method robbery… that’s also acceptable…

After all, how does the saying go?

If my neighbor hoards food and I hoard guns, the neighbor becomes my granary.

Lu Wenwu was now indulging happily in a feast at the granary, feeling incredibly pleased.

The Evil Power within the Magic Goddess exceeded his expectations by a large margin.

From the start until now, his [Body] attribute had increased by a full 0.2, reaching 1.32 Venerables!

More than the combination of a complete God of Justice and Judgment and an entire Holy City of Light provided!

Twice as much as they combined!

Yet, the Divine Body of the Magic Goddess showed no signs of collapse, continuing to supply this assistance continuously.

Not until Lu Wenwu’s Body Attribute grew to 1.54 Venerables did the supplement of Power of Faith and Negative Power start to falter, unable to keep pace with the refinement speed of the Evil Power.

The Magic Goddess, repeatedly losing her head countless times, finally and utterly lost her sight this time, falling into eternal darkness.

Watching the Magic Goddess’s body completely collapse and disperse into the air, Lu Wenwu’s face was full of mixed emotions.

In just one year in this Dungeon World, the power he had gained far exceeded all the efforts he had put in over several years combined!

The quantitative change was enough to cause a qualitative shift.

Lu Wenwu even felt that if he encountered the Judgment Archbishop who wielded a Divine Artifact and induced Divine Descent from before, he wouldn’t need to exert much effort. With a casual punch in his normal state, he could easily take him down.

Even for a being of the God of Blood and Night’s level, with full-force Great Sun Tyrant Fist in hand, he could crush half of their body—provided he struck face-on.

With such powerful strength… could it be enough to completely erase that Salvation Army from the Abyss?

Lu Wenwu was very vengeful.

The opponent had crossed him on multiple occasions without any reason, even severely injuring Liu Ming.

He had to annihilate their entire family to soothe the resentment in his heart!

Last time he returned to Blue Star, even battling an ordinary Pseudo-Ascension to Divinity was difficult, the outcome was fifty-fifty, making revenge in the Abyss unrealistic.

But with his current power… it seemed feasible!

Just unsure about the normal Tier One of Ascension to Divinity limit, where exactly is it?

Does he have the qualification to challenge a Tier Two of Ascension to Divinity powerhouse?

How powerful is Kashan, that Flame Demon Lord ruling an entire Abyssal layer?

As Lu Wenwu fell into contemplation, the Star Staff, which hadn’t disintegrated along with the Magic Goddess’s body, suddenly activated on its own.

It transformed into a pure starry portal, slowly opening in the air.

Or rather, it didn’t intend to open originally.

It was forced open by that kind of black stream!

The corruption power emanating from within was a concentration so much higher than that inside the Magic Goddess.

That extreme evil would instantly corrupt even a Near-God Powerhouse, turning them into a puppet of desires.

A faint voice echoed in Lu Wenwu’s ear: “Quick… go! Can’t hold it…”

A male voice!

Lu Wenwu instantly became intrigued.

Hah, I knew such a legendary figure couldn’t have died so quietly!

I must go in and see what’s going on!

Without waiting for the other party to say more, the qi blood power in Lu Wenwu surged as he stepped in without any hesitation.

It was nearly a completely dark realm.

Seeing the scene before him, Lu Wenwu was immediately shocked by the other’s state.

It was a black mountain of flesh.

A gigantic, mud-like mountain of flesh.

Countless indescribable tendrils and meat tendrils grew on it, drawing that substantial black stream into itself, making the already insanity-inducing twisted entity even more massive.

Even with eyes closed, one could feel the overwhelming corruptive power of twisted corruption.

The whispers that couldn’t be heard clearly murmured in the ear, countless dark and insane thoughts bubbling and surging in the mind.

Even a Near-God Powerhouse… no! Even a genuine God who had just completed transformation and ascension would be instantly corrupted by such power!

Lu Wenwu’s pupils slightly contracted.

The analysis given by the Eye of True Sight plainly read.

[Twisted Thought Aggregate/God of Magic, Magic]