Greatest Legacy of the Magus Universe

527  Twist of Fate

"Lord Mayor!!"

"No! What have you done?!"

The rest of the Magi who had traversed the Weeping Woods with Gore, witnessed how he had murdered their mayor in cold blood and couldn't help but be filled with fear and resentment.

They crouched next to the deceased corpse of the old man, sobbing incessantly while desperately trying to wake him up.

Eleiney was greatly taken aback by what had just unfolded. She retreated a few steps, gazing at Gore with eyes filled with horror. "W-Why?!" n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Gore looked at her with cold eyes but did not reply.

Seeing the murderous look in the man's eyes, Eleiney fell to the ground, unable to breathe. Kenley, on the other hand, stood right before her, shielding her from the Rank 2 Magus.

He asked nervously, "Lord Darkmore, what is the meaning of this?"

Gore's lips parted and he coldly muttered, "Since when did I have to explain myself to the likes of you?"

He took a step forward, intending to teach Kenley a lesson. But a moment later, he stopped.

Unbeknownst to him, a figure wearing black robes and a pointy hat of the same color had suddenly appeared beside the mayor's corpse.

When did he get here?! I couldn't sense his presence at all! Gore thought to himself nervously as he hurriedly turned around and looked at Adam's back.

Adam stroked his chin as he gazed at Mayor Hobbs's lifeless face. His lips curled up into a smirk and he softly muttered under his breath, "What a twist of fate! So the mayor posed the biggest threat to me?"

He couldn't understand the reasoning behind it, but he knew that this was the work of the spell, Luck's Blessing.

Adam knew that if somehow the mayor had managed to survive, it would mean the death of him. He was deeply grateful that he had chosen to cast that spell despite having to pay a steep price for it.

He then turned around and looked at Gore, thinking to himself, The person whom I had intended to discard for my plans has now become the cause for my sudden fortune…

Indeed, what a twist of fate!

The raven-haired youth's gaze fell on the black orb that Gore was holding, and couldn't help but ask, "What's that?"

Gore didn't reply. He noticed the youth's pale skin complexion and wondered, He seems to be seriously injured. If he tries to come for this orb, will I be able to kill him?

Adam asked another question, "Where's your familiar?"

Gore's eyes flashed with sorrow and anger hearing about his familiar. Adam astutely noticed this, his lips curling up into a smirk. "Ah, I see… So, he died. What a shame…"

"Watch your mouth!" Gore spat through gritted teeth.

"Anyway, now isn't the time to bicker around." Adam waved his hand nonchalantly. "Don't you want the treasure left behind by Magus Stratford?"

Gore's eyes narrowed. "You think I'll believe a word you say?"

Adam pointed at the horizon. "Look. The sun is setting."

He paused for a moment, before speaking solemnly, "When the blood moons rise, the entity behind the red door will awaken. We just need to take care of him and then the treasure is ours. What say you?"

Gore's eyes turned bloodshot, spewing fury. Because of his greed, he had already lost his familiar. Now that he had the strange black orb in his possession, all he wanted to do was leave this town.

"Screw you! Screw the treasures! And screw this damn town!" He spat venomously before walking toward the northern gates.

He's confident in moving through the weeping trees?! Adam thought in shock. Then, he noticed that Gore's grip around the black orb tightened ever so slightly.

His eyes lit up in understanding.

I see!

The following moment, Adam's black pupils shone with an otherwordly light, briefly displaying the white lotuses on them. Then, everything returned to normal.

"How are you planning to go without this?" He asked with a chuckle.

Gore turned around and was about to vehemently curse the youth, but his eyes widened when he saw the black orb in Adam's palm!

"What?!" Gore then lowered his head and saw that the orb was missing from his hand. "How did you—"

But the words got stuck in his throat when he heard the sound of something breaking.

He looked over and saw that Adam had shattered the black orb!

"NOOO!!!" Gore roared in anger.

Now, his last hope of leaving this place had been viciously stubbed by Adam. Immense regret and fury welled up in his heart. He had never hated another person so passionately before.

"Hehe, looks like it broke," Adam chuckled mischievously. "Anyway, let's work together now."

With that said, he turned around and walked toward the town square. "Eleiney, Kenley, follow me."

The pair snapped out of their daze and followed behind the youth. Everything that had happened was so bizarre that they didn't know what to make of it.

However, they threw this matter to the back of their minds. They had bigger problems to worry about now.

The sky had darkened and Selene and Luna had finally come into view. The stars had retreated, swallowed by the eerie red light that bathed the town in an ominous hue.

The night of the blood moons had finally arrived!

…

In the ancient underground chamber, the towering stone doors trembled and slowly opened themselves, revealing an eerie black background behind.

Two red eyes containing black vertical slits suddenly surfaced in the pitch-black darkness, followed by the sound of loud footsteps.

A towering figure covered in shadows emerged from the gap between the doors. Although it was concealed, it looked extremely emaciated.

Despite that, the aura of strength and danger emanating from it was terror-inducing.

It walked toward the basin placed on the altar in the center of the room. It silently glanced at the blood accumulated in the basin.

Finally, it raised its skinny claws and weaved a series of complex hand signs.

Several minutes later, blood gushed out from the basin like a fountain. Gallons of crimson liquid spurted out from the stone basin, covering the entire underground chamber in a matter of minutes.

"Not enough," said the figure in a low and guttural voice.

It closed its eyes and raised its head, its gaze seemingly penetrating the bedrock and breaking through the ground above.

…

In the town square, the bronze statue of Magus Stratford suddenly rumbled. Bits of dust fell to the snow-covered ground as the statue's eyes came alive.

They turned red and displayed black vertical slits!

The eyes first gazed at the red moons and then at the town. The bronze statue's lips parted and it spoke coldly, "Stratford…

"The time has come."