Game Transmigration: Saving the World Again 1000 Years Later (ON-HOLD)

Chapter 8: Keeping One's Promise

Translator: CKtalon

“Why didn’t you just kill my contractor?”

Psoriasis looked at the man in front of him and asked.

It was exposed to the range of the Frozen Wasteland, and its body was covered in a thin layer of frost. The fine ice shards dancing in the storm constantly sliced open gashes in its flesh, but it ignored them completely.

“If he’s killed, your anchor to Currere will be gone. Didn’t I say so? I don’t want you to return to the Moon Realm early.”

“Why?”

Zhou Mu smiled and waved Withering Cold in his hand. With a flash of lightning, a shadowy portal opened, and an ice crystal giant comparable to the Stumbling Demon lumbered out.

Frost Soul

“Because I still have some things to test. Moreover, I’ve said it before…”

Zhou Mu didn’t continue. He only waved his hand to get the Frost Soul to step forward, and the tall ice crystal giant swung its heavy fist at Psoriasis.

Bang!

Stumbling Demon didn’t dodge or parry, allowing the other party’s fist to smash into him. At the same time, he brandished his rusty dagger and struck the Frost Soul.

Crack!

Both parties attacked without any regard for defense, but the Soul’s seemingly heavy fist didn’t even make Psoriasis tremble. Instead, its rusty blade sliced off a large chunk of ice from the other party.

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Psoriasis grinned hideously, and the green light on its rusty dagger shone brightly as it fought the Soul.

Alright, let’s begin with Apprentice-level damage spells.

Zhou Mu gently tapped the Withering Cold and began a new round of tests.

The Stumbling Demon and the Frost Soul were like two tumblers. They punched and stabbed each other with great vigor, but as tank characters with thick skin, the outcome of the battle couldn’t be determined quickly just based on their damage output.

Another strike shattered a large piece of ice. Before Psoriasis could retract his dagger, several whistling wind blades struck its body, instantly slicing open several bone-deep gashes.

Very good, continue…

The magic chanter finally began to use offensive spells.

Not only did Psoriasis not panic, but it also felt delighted.

The gnarly wound caused by the wind blade began to wriggle, and dense mycelium appeared on both sides of the wound. Most of it connected to each other to heal the wound, and some of the mycelium extended out of his body.

The wound healed at a visible speed while the mycelium that extended out of its body grew and expanded. Then, it silently exploded and spewed out colorful spore clouds.

The brightly-colored malady lingered around Psoriasis as a spore cloud, and the Frost Soul-which had been exchanging blows with it-began to slow down.

Another strike landed on the Soul, but this time, it didn’t just shatter more ice.

Several cracks extended from the spot where Psoriasis struck, and then they cracked like a spiderweb. The Frost Soul was reduced to pieces from the strike.

Bright fungi crawled between the shards.

The Lady of Starvation’s blessing.

Using flesh and blood as bait gave birth to a corrupted newborn.