Spirit Hidden in Fingertips

The old witch keenly noticed that the Lightning Curse Yveta cast was not at the usual level.

The high-quality lightning magic flowing from Yveta was continuously injected into the ring, causing a qualitative change in the curse's power.

A rock on top of the dark river actually emitted a faint blue light, and then lightning flowed through it.

'Setting aside the quantity of magic, the quality of his magic is extremely high, making an apprentice-level spell's power approach that of a formal wizard,' the old witch observed. 'My previous guess was correct.'

'The reason the Charm Technique earlier had average power was because its attribute didn't perfectly match Your Majesty's magic.'

'So Your Majesty's magic was repelled by the Ring of Desire. I was too rushed back then, and couldn't find a magic item that perfectly matched Your Majesty's attribute, so I had to make do.'

'Something is wrong.'

After Yveta finished the incantation, an almost instinctive feeling made him repeat it.

Soon, some new words appeared in the incantation.

Unknowingly, Yveta had added the word [Zeus] to the original incantation.

A bolt of lightning flashed across the Thunder Rock, temporarily illuminating the cave. Yveta's shadow on the ground was not his own.

It was a terrifying image with four arms, wielding lightning.

The old witch was startled. 'Because of using this spell, the lightning magic is rapidly strengthening, and the energy balance is in danger of losing control.'

'But that's not the most important thing. Your Majesty's shadow just now was neither his human form nor the form of that Six-Winged Evil Dragon.'

'Could it be that when the balance of Your Majesty's different attribute powers is disrupted, it causes him to take on different forms?'

That dragon earlier must have been due to the dragon attribute magic being too powerful...

No...

The old witch quickly realized that the Six-Winged Evil Dragon Yveta had transformed into earlier was not a form produced by the imbalance of dragon attribute magic alone, but a form produced by the simultaneous imbalance of dragon attribute magic and fire attribute magic.

In other words, if only the dragon attribute magic was imbalanced, Yveta might have turned into a different dragon form.

The old witch murmured, 'As expected of a powerful Demon God.'

'Each attribute imbalance results in a form.'

'And multiple attribute imbalances create new forms.'

With such a large commotion, the ogres naturally noticed the anomaly.

An ogre was about to disembowel Branton when lightning flashed, causing him to drop his knife and cover his eyes. "The sky lit up, I'm blind, it's too bright."

"Who will go close the window."

"I'm blind too, let those treants go close the windows for us."

"Stop messing around, we're in a cave, there are no windows. We're not on the surface right now!"

The lightning extinguished, and the light dimmed.

The ogres, however, now had sharp eyes. Their anger found a target, and they saw Yveta and the others hiding behind the rocks.

When they realized they were humans, their anger turned into drool.

"Gulp~" an ogre licked its lips. "Great, these people are different from those soft, mushy village women. I like eating warriors among humans, their taut muscles are especially chewy."

It greedily pointed at Yveta. "This smaller one should be steamed. According to those treants, that's the best way to bring out the ingredient's natural flavor. The old woman behind him is not edible, too old. Braised would be better. Braising can mask the poor quality of the meat."

The old witch was furious. "You stupid pig, stop spewing nonsense."

"Your meat stinks the most, no human would eat ogre meat!"

She threw a ball of fire at the ogre, hitting it on the head.

The ogre immediately clutched its head and howled. "Sneak attack, this is a sneak attack!"

"Charge, kill these bad guys."

Seeing that it was still alive, the old witch said with disgust, "Ogre's magic resistance is truly disgusting. I originally wanted to take your head directly."

However, it was also because of the Holy Mountain Ruins that she couldn't exert her full strength.

In an instant, all twenty-one ogres on the other side of the dark river erupted.

They picked up the wooden sticks on the ground and charged at them madly.

Black Wolf took half a step back. "Each ogre is born with a physique equivalent to a human Knight Attendant. These guys..."

"How can there be so many here! With their appetite, they would have eaten all the surrounding residents long ago. This is not right, they couldn't have survived here naturally."

"Who is feeding these ogres!"

Black Wolf's experience made him realize that someone was helping these ogres.

Yveta was still chanting. His incantation had completely changed, retaining only a crucial structure from the original, with everything else replaced by Zeus.

The old witch also noticed that the spell, already amplified to near formal wizard power, now seemed to surpass the power of ordinary formal wizard spells.

Although many wizards had experience creating new spells through instinct and intuition.

Yveta had never learned the Lightning Curse; he was merely using a magic item.

But he still altered the incantation, elevating the spell's power to a higher level.

This left the Old Witch in a state of uneasy surprise; she had never encountered such a situation.

Lightning from the Thunder Rock suddenly struck down. In the Old Witch's eyes, it landed on Yveta beside her. The Old Witch was startled, wondering if this was a magical backlash.

All magic must come with a price and bear the risks of the spell.

The Old Witch hesitated, not daring to intercept the lightning for Yveta.

However, the lightning landed in Yveta's hand, taking on a tangible shape and transforming into a Z-shaped Thunder Scepter.

Yveta was taken aback because this Thunder Scepter bore a striking resemblance to Zeus's weapon, and he had only instinctively added Zeus's divine name to the incantation.

Then, what would happen if he added the divine names of other gods to the incantation?

Yveta threw the Thunder Scepter. It turned into an accelerating bolt of lightning in the air, piercing the belly of the first Ogre. The lightning then spread, piercing the bellies of the second and third Ogres. It spread through twenty bolts of lightning, striking all the Ogres that followed the first.

This was a spell more powerful than that of an official wizard, and it instantly consumed one-sixth of Yveta's magic power.

That is, all of his lightning-attribute magic power.

At the same time, it restored the energy balance that had been subtly disrupted.

And all twenty-one Ogres were heavily wounded under this powerful spell.

The crucial point was that the bright flash of lightning once again blinded them. Black Wolf immediately used his greatsword to lop off the heads of the three Ogres closest to him.

Leili also thrust his sword into the hearts of the Ogres.

The Old Witch, seemingly disdainful of using magic on the Ogres, summoned her personal carriage. She took out two mithril swords from the carriage and, with swift and sharp dual-wielding sword techniques, killed the two Ogres that approached her.

Yveta looked at the Old Witch in surprise, not expecting her swordsmanship to be so formidable.

Wielding two single-handed swords, her defense was impenetrable, making it impossible to discern the trajectory of her attacks.

In an instant, six of the twenty-one Ogres were killed, leaving only fifteen, all of whom were severely injured.

The Ogres now realized the power of Yveta and the others, completely different from the villagers they had previously devoured. They began to panic.

"We're doomed. We must have been discovered by the human army, otherwise, why would they be so powerful? We can't possibly win."

"Are these people going to eat us?"

"Stop talking. Didn't that old woman just say that humans find our meat smelly and don't bother eating us? That's our racial advantage! We find human meat delicious, and humans find our meat smelly, so they won't eat us. If humans found our meat delicious, we would have been eaten long ago."

"You're right. I once saw a tiger that liked eating people, and later that tiger was eaten by people."

"Stop talking, we're going to be wiped out!!"

"We need the treants' help!"

"They're all gone. I told you they were all liars, deceiving us. Let's quickly use that..."

Black Wolf and the others, who were about to press their advantage, discovered five suits of armor standing up by the Dark River.

There was no one inside the helmets of the armor, yet they moved on their own.

Black Wolf warned Yveta and the others, "It's the Ogres' racial talent, 'Spirit Hidden in Fingertips'."

"These are servant undead left behind after the Ogres killed them."

"Everyone, don't attack the armor; it's useless and a waste of time. Quickly kill the Ogre in the Ogre horde who is using this talent."