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Chapter 158 The Wax-Melting Demon Mage
Chapter 158 The Wax-Melting Demon Mage
In a village on the edge of the savanna, Kane once encountered a Wax Demon—a lesser Tanari demon.
It killed the group of mercenaries who were following him.
Kane never expected to run into them here again.
Moreover, this one in front of us seems to be even more powerful than the previous one.
The icy rays grazed past him, and as Kane dodged, he threw two daggers at his opponent.
The Wax Demon used his Mage Hand to knock the dagger away in mid-air, and Kane seized the opportunity to rush forward, but the opponent retreated warily and used "Great Stride" to widen the distance again.
After several rounds of fighting, many shelves in the warehouse had collapsed, and the bodies of the manager and guards were buried under the debris, but neither side in the fierce battle cared.
Kane was pondering how to get close when the wax golem, who had retained the appearance of a human mage, suddenly spoke, its voice carrying an inhuman, harsh quality: "Human, surrender. You have no chance of winning."
"Surrender?" Kane's lips curled into a smile. "Demon, why not you?"
The Wax Demon's eyes revealed undisguised mockery: "I've seen more than one human like you who thinks he's so brave. The Susas Mage Academy or the Noble Council have both sent spies, some of whom are even stronger than you—but they all failed."
Except for one lucky individual who became one of us, the rest became our food.
It grinned, its smile laced with malice.
"Surrender, and I can give you a chance to become one of us."
Through a ritual, you can completely transcend your mortal body, gain the gaze of the abyss, and your lifespan will be extended accordingly.
Kane's expression turned slightly serious.
More powerful than "him" — could it be a third-tier being?
In Nord, this level of skill is enough to qualify one as the master of a mage tower.
If even a third-tier powerhouse has fallen here, it means that the demon forces under the Duke's command have probably formed a combat system capable of besieging and killing high-tier beings.
The key question is whether the opponent is relying on a single Tier 3 demon or on the combined attack of a dozen or so Tier 2 demons.
Third-tier professionals, whether magic-based or physical-based, usually need opponents of the same tier to contend with them.
To achieve a two-tiered attack against a higher-tier opponent, it often requires more than ten people and comes at a heavy cost.
But is what this demon said true or false?
Kane did not readily believe it.
Demons are inherently chaotic and evil, cunning and deceitful, and their words are often filled with lies.
And that so-called "becoming a member" is a blatant trap.
If the ritual is followed, all that will ultimately exist is a demon possessing Kane's memories.
He stared intently at the wax-melting sorcerer before him, probing, "Is your superior the Duke himself—or some demonic cult?"
"You seem to know quite a lot."
The Wax Demon grinned maliciously and spread its hands.
"Once you join, you will naturally learn all of this."
"I'm sorry," Kane slowly shook his head, "I have no interest in being a slave or servant. Besides, no matter how elegant and powerful you pretend to be, you can't hide the baseness and stench that comes from your bones."
The Wax Demon let out a vicious, shrill laugh.
The next second, several magic missiles whistled through the air!
Kane dodged to the side, and the magical duel between the two suddenly escalated, entering a phase of probing and counter-attacks.
Shield spells, mage armor, lesser illusions, spiderlings—all sorts of spells flowed from Kane's hands.
But he frowned slightly; the magical memories inherited by this wax demon were clearly more extensive, and it possessed more spells.
This is clearly a seasoned second-tier mage, and combined with his innate spell-like abilities, the variables in the battle far exceed expectations.
It seems I need to feign weakness to find a weakness.
Kane deliberately made his movements appear a little slower, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Seeing this, the Wax Golem mage's laughter grew even more sarcastic. While leisurely casting evocation spells to harass the golem, it taunted, "Your spell slots are almost empty, aren't they?"
Kane's expression indeed grew increasingly grim.
Just then, a lightning bolt struck, and he rolled away rather awkwardly to avoid it.
Just as the old power was exhausted and the new power had not yet arisen, the Molten Wax Demon let out a sharp howl: "Mind Spikes!"
This is an advanced spell of "Mind Wedge," which can condense invisible spikes within sight to strike the soul.
Kane froze, his expression instantly "freezing".
Immediately afterwards, a sharp blade rapidly formed from wax extended from the Wax Demon's hand and pierced Kane's chest!
Kane groaned in pain as blood gushed from his wound.
Filled with resentment and weakness, he staggered a few steps and slowly collapsed to the ground.
Blood meandered beneath him, clearly indicating severe injuries and impending death.
The Wax Demon slowly approached, its malevolent and satisfied gaze fixed on the fallen Kane, whispering, "Hate me, for your hatred will be my most delicious sustenance. The more wicked the soul, the brighter it shines in the abyss—"
However, as long as you're alive, you can still be one of us.
It turned around, ready to give a signal.
But in that instant, a blood-stained hand suddenly grabbed its ankle!
The Wax Demon, thinking it was just a death throes, let out a disdainful sneer.
But when it turned around and met Kane's eyes, it saw a cold and clear gaze—a gaze that was definitely not that of a loser.
What changed its expression even more drastically was the word Kane clearly uttered: "Protect from evil spirits."
The moment the spell's name was announced, the Wax Demon's expression changed drastically!
A curved blade, imbued with a pure white light that subdues evil, was swung sharply upwards!
The moment the blade touched the body, the Wax Demon immediately emitted intensely corroded white smoke and made a hissing burning sound.
Just as it was about to struggle and fight back, the next blade swept past like a gust of wind, severing both of its legs!
Kane stood up, and his wounds healed rapidly thanks to his "undying" ability.
He glanced down at the demon lying on the ground, its wounds unable to heal due to the power of magic, and asked coldly, "How many rituals have you performed? How many demons have you summoned here?"
The wax demon, its legs severed, roared venomously, "You think I'd tell you?!"
Kane's mind raced.
A single Wax Demon is not a major threat. He had just feigned defeat to lure the enemy, intending to capture and torture it alive.
However, it seems that conventional torture methods are not very effective in dealing with this kind of monster.
Just as he was pondering, the wax demon's face suddenly twisted and it let out a piercing screech!
The sound echoed violently throughout the warehouse.
It's calling for reinforcements! And it doesn't care at all about revealing its true demonic nature!
Kane's pupils contracted, and he immediately realized the seriousness of the situation—it meant that the enemy had become unscrupulous.
Seeing the venomous mix of pain and pleasure in the eyes of the Wax Demon, Kane no longer hesitated.
The scimitar in his hand once again glowed with a purifying white light that "protects against evil spirits," and he thrust it down sharply, precisely piercing the chest cavity of the Wax Demon.
Feel that pulsating, waxy core, and twist it hard!
The wailing of the Wax Demon abruptly ceased.
Its body trembled violently, then quickly softened and disintegrated, turning into a pool of lifeless, viscous wax.
Almost simultaneously, several lines of information rapidly appeared in Kane's field of vision.