Mad God Chapter 191

Published at 13th of December 2022 07:20:46 AM

As the sun climbed higher and higher the heat became more and more unbearable. Kaia and Ari were trying to find shelter under the shade of their shabby home, lowering their heads every time a foreigner walked past the street. They were keeping an eye on the children who they used as hostages against the rest of the villagers. 

“Ari…” Kaia whispered but she could not finish as the man who just walked past, was seen hurrying backwards with haste, followed by three others. They immediately scared Kaia, making her face turn deathly pale.

“Something is happening…” Ari held her hand, watching them rush towards the entrance of the village. “Stay here and hide!” He said as he pushed her inside the house as he was hurrying to try and see what was happening.

“No! Don't leave me alone!” She cried out and she ended up following him. They climbed up to the roof of the tallest building in town, to the top of the tavern which was two stories tall.

What they saw was that a short, young man had arrived, wearing, in the kids' eyes, a luxurious looking black and purple robe. They couldn't see his features very well from that far away, but the fact that 6 people were surrounding him told them that they were going to witness the same thing that happened to Ari's parents. 

“Bring your leader out. I'm w-waiting.” Wyland's voice echoed far and wide, standing there with a calm expression. What Toobu said was right; Even though he was still a little bit pudgy at the waist, especially compared to the natives of Whiteshore, his well combed hair and slimmed down facial features made him into a very attractive, young man. His stutter was barely noticeable yet made the cultivators surrounding him think he was doing it because he was already afraid for his life just trying to hide it.

“We don't like suspicious people coming to our village.” One of the guards replied, looking around, trying to see if there were others hiding in the tall grass, further away from the village. “Please leave us alone if you are not here with official business! You are clearly not a merchant or an officer of the law! We don't want troublemakers wandering in here!”

“You d-don't get it d-do you?” Wyland shook his head as an answer. “I d-did not ask you to b-bring your leader out. I o-ordered you.”

“You don't have the authority here to order anyone around!” Another man snorted, crossing his arms, releasing his aura at the 6th stage of body refinement.

“I s-see.” Wyland nodded, not really bothering with them. “I want to finish this w-without too much b-blood being shed. I want to b-bring you back for i-interrogation, you know.” He said as he flicked his right hand. From the sleeve of his robe a metal plate, the size of an apple, flew out, landing before the group. 

They were given zero chance to react as the plate lit up with a formation etched right into it as soon as it left his hand. The people surrounding him found themselves floating upwards, unable to feel their own weight. They were spinning and rotating in the air as they tried to move. They were only able to shout insults at Wyland and scream for help. The smaller rocks and pebbles around Wyland also were levitating in the air and in a wider circle, no matter what or who it was, everything lost its weight. This included Wyland too. The only difference was that his feet were shining in a soft, golden hue, making him stuck to the ground as he walked forward.

“D-don't struggle t-too much. S-stay put for now, okay?” He said as he walked into the village, leaving the guys just floating there, unable to move or do anything.

Ari and Kaia were unable to close their mouths as they watched the scene unfold. They were just watching Wyland calmly walking inside their little town. At one point their eyes met and Wyland just smiled, flicking his fingers as two needles flew out, striking them on the neck. At first both of the kids cried out with fear but then came the cracking noise and the collars on both of their necks shattered, breaking into small pieces.

“Wh?!” Ari blinked, touching his neck, watching Kaia doing the same with tears in their eyes.

“You were right Ari! Your parents did ask for help!” She said.

“Y-yes… y-yes they… d-did!” He nodded, holding back his tears, knowing full well that previously he just said that to calm Kaia and himself down. That belief was the only thing that kept him composed before Kaia and subdued his own fears and sorrow.

Wyland could clearly hear them, shaking his head, lamenting the fact that he did not arrive sooner. His senses already spread and covered most of the village, noting where every person was, easily discerning who had any level of cultivation and who did not. 

“Below?” He murmured to himself as he felt the movement underground. “I s-see…” He nodded and sent out his voice, echoing next to the natives ears. “G-get away f-from the tavern… q-quickly.”

It needed not to be said twice as Kaia and Ari quickly climbed off the roof while the rest of the people also hurriedly left everything behind. They were rushing away, part excited and part frightened as to what was happening.

“Let's see T-teacher's new toy in action.” He murmured as he produced a new formation plate at the size of almost he himself. On his index finger a silver ring flashed for a moment before going dormant once again.

It was a gift from Levictus, a fully fledged spatial ring. Even though it was one of the smallest types it was still capable of housing dozens of formation plates in various sizes. As Levictus said at his first lesson, a formation master has to be ready for everything and anything and can't afford to go out empty handed. Ever. Wyland even let out a chuckle, remembering his words as Levictus wore a ring on every finger of his. He was oblivious to the fact how extravagant he looked to the other Elders, not to mention the disciples. As he was remembering the first meeting of theirs, the plate was already spinning, controlled by him, floating upwards, settling down above the tavern. 

“S-sorry for the damages.” He said softly before activating the formation plate that immediately stopped spinning and lit up like a second sun.

A completely golden veil descended down, surrounding the tavern and before everyone's eyes the wooden building started to disintegrate. The wooden planks cracked, snapped then turned into sawdust in almost an instant as they whirled towards the sky, forming a ball under the formation, high in the air. Soon there was only the ground left behind and the opening to the Ironclaw's hiding hole. What came next further stunned everyone as the ground cracked and just as the building previously, it got quickly sucked upwards, expanding the 'ball' even further, compressing everything into one, huge, round object. 

A second later came a scream that died off very quickly. What they could only see was a red line swirling upwards. Luckily Kaia did not catch on to what it was, but Ari could tell. His heart was filled with excitement at that moment. He was trembling with righteous wrath, enjoying the scenery. He was wishing that the scream of that person would have lasted a bit longer, just like his parents'. Soon more and more bloody streams rose up with screams being snuffed out instantly. Then the earth cracked up completely and revealed the hidden base of theirs. Now only one man stood there. He was surrounded by a reddish aura which sometimes spewed flames into the sky. Everything else that was stored underground was already gone, including his people, joining into that growing 'ball' in the sky. 

“You must be the l-leader of this Ironclaw g-group, yes?” Wyland asked with a calm voice, walking close to the active formation. His arms were held behind his back as he looked into the hole, watching the struggling man. 

He was unable to answer as blood flowed from his nose and mouth. He was concentrating with all of his powers to resist the sucking force from above. It was getting harder and harder as his clothing already disintegrated and now his flesh was slowly being peeled off. It was like when somebody was peeling a potato… very slowly.

“You r-reached Harmony at a high level yet you b-became a wretched, soulless b-butcher.” Wyland sighed. “I recognize y-your features. Y-you are s-someone from the n-northeast of t-the Empire. W-why are you d-doing this to your fellow c-countrymen?” He shook his head, his voice filled with disappointment. “I'll c-capture you alive. You m-must know m-more.” He said as he snapped his fingers and the formation stopped immediately. It was only holding onto the now pretty big ball of ruin. 

“FUCK YOU!” The leader shouted and as soon as he could breathe again, he shot upwards, aiming for Wyland. His body was burning with red flames all around him. 

From the beginning, he could feel that Wyland was still not at the same level as him. He was only a body refinement cultivator, yet the powers he wielded frightened him. He could not afford any hesitation now as if he had something similar under his sleeves, he would not be able to resist it. Spending almost all of his strength just to not be shredded like the rest of his men, drove him to the limits. His only option was to kill him quickly, release the still living people of his and escape before anybody else comes.

“Too late.” Wyland said, shaking his head and raising his two hands. Each of them were holding onto one half of a formation plate that lit up in an ominous, red hue. 

It was his Wrath of the Damned spell that he developed before. By now it was not just modified but also improved greatly. This version was not working as a destructive spell, at least not like before. Not in a physical sense. With Levictus's teachings he was able to reform it and now it was a spell, aimed at destroying one's mind. As soon as the light shone up, the leader of the group immediately fell under its effects, just plummeting to the ground. His body was skidding forward with his already partially skinned body, being completely unconscious. 

“You sow what you r-reap.” Wyland said but then paused. “Or… r-reap what you… s-sow? Tsk… I s-screwed t-that up.” He murmured with embarrassment as he wanted to look cool. He was unable to fight his childish side no matter how hard he tried. A part of him was dying for the attention of others. After putting the formation plates away his spell was still actively ravaging the man's mind. “The amount of sorrow you are r-responsible for is your d-downfall.” He said, scratching his throat.

Previously his spell was aimed to turn his own rage and suppressed feelings into destructive energy. Now it focused on the enemy's mind. It was collecting all the hate and anger present in the surroundings and it brought a never ending nightmare to those who were struck by it. The still living, convulsing body of the defeated harmony expert was quietly groaning as his eyes were rolled completely back into his skull. Inside his mind he was living through all the things he committed and was assaulted by vengeful spirits, condemning, torturing him for  an eternity. Or at least as long as he was alive.

“Elder Ren is going to b-be able to extract i-information out of you. I'll make s-sure you d-don't die until t-then.” He said, leaning forward, grabbing onto his hair and dragging the body to the still floating comrades of his. 

Seeing how their leader was defeated so easily their fighting spirit had already disappeared. Soon all of them were tied up and restricted by a formation, unable to speak or move. As everything settled down, people started to come forward and slowly walk up to Wyland, thanking him from the bottom of their hearts. They were bowing to him, making his face blush with a deep tinge of red.

“P-please s-s-s-stop! I-I-I am n-n-not, I-I-I c-c-came b-b-because o-o-of-” He tried to explain, completely reverting back to his strongly stuttering self, unable to process the reverence he was getting now. To calm his own mind down, he decided to distract himself by freeing the many children who came out from hiding. He was breaking off their slave collars one by one. Yet it only brought even more people to prostrate themselves towards him, not to mention when the fishing boats came back and he easily captured the rest of the Ironclaw members who were out on the sea.

By the time night came, the villagers had a huge bonfire ready, burning at the shore, crying, dancing and partying. They were celebrating their freedom and their savior. Wyland was unable to refuse the invitation and he had to attend to it. He was watching the happy villagers with a smile, sitting at the bonfire. Some of the captured people even sighed with relief to be left in the formation and not tortured. It was much better to be stashed away in one of the houses, like some unimportant objects. Especially after some villagers suggested that they should sacrifice them to ease the dead souls of their brethren. For their 'luck', Wyland was able to persuade them that he needed them alive as his Master is going to be able to extract information out of their minds.

“You are so strong!” Kaia exclaimed, bringing a freshly grilled fish to Wyland with sparkling eyes. She was followed by Ari who brought a jug of water with him, looking at Wyland as one would look at his hero. 

“T-thanks.” He replied with a blush, taking the fish but he had already eaten six of them before. Everybody was bringing him one as a gift or to show their gratitude and he just couldn't say no. “B-but I am not… M-my Master is s-stronger.” He shook his head. “She c-can s-summon divine lightning when she is angry.” He said with a smile, stunning the two children who looked at eachother. They were thinking that Ari was right all along. His parents' souls did find a God and asked her to send help! 

“You are still strong!” A charming, female voice arrived the next moment.

“Yes! Very, very much so!” Another echoed it and soon two, young, half naked women sat down next to Wyland. They were only wearing some thin clothes, covering only their waists, snuggling up to him with their bare chests from both sides.

“W-w-w-what are y-y-you d-d-doing?!” Wyland stuttered, freezing up completely as the girls gently caressed his body.

“Hm?” Kaia and Ari tilted their heads at the same time, not really understanding why Wyland was acting like this. It was clear that the young and unmarried girls already chose him as the father of their children. Even if he does not stay with them, bearing the child of such a heroic savior would be the envy of the whole village. 

“Come one Kaia! We should not disturb the disciple of God!” Ari said as he placed down the water jug, grabbing onto Kaia's hand who just nodded and waved her hands towards Wyland.

“We will come and bring you breakfast in the morning! Bye-bye~!” She smiled innocently, following Ari back to her parents to continue celebrating.

“W-w-what d-d-do y-you m-mean?!” Wyland yelped but he was already pulled up by the girls and dragged into one of the nearby houses. While their eyes were burning with strong flames Wyland soon realized that another part of his body was also starting to be lit aflame.

“How soft he is! Yet the strength he showed…” One of them whispered, massaging his body, while the other was already stripping Wyland down. He could not help but yelp out at every touch, making the girls giggle constantly.

“Savior, you don't like us?” The other girl whispered, already holding something firm between her fingers.

“Fufu, don't be silly, his body does not lie!”

“I-i-i n-n-never d-d-did-” Wyland stuttered but was muted by a soft kiss, making his body limp and the young girls giggling rang out once again.

“Arara, it already splurted… the Savior is so pure…”

Soon Wyland's weak voice was suppressed by two, round mounds pressing onto his face. It was a night that he would never forget in his life and years later, when his two daughters asked how he met their mothers, it would always bring out his old, strongly stuttering self.

Chapter end