New Ability

Every time a fragment fused, it brought some changes. After the fusion was complete, Diablo automatically sank into slumber, making Diya feel that Diablo really was pitiful. It had only been a few months, yet he had already fallen asleep three times.

Diya paid no attention to his naked body and could not wait to begin examining himself. He carefully observed his body with his mental strength, moving all over, and Diya discovered that his movements were rounder and smoother than before, while the sense of power contained in his muscles had become even more obvious. Even so, Diya's body had not grown bulky. He still looked as streamlined and vigorous as ever.

He casually threw out a punch, and a fierce sound of wind being torn apart whistled out. Diya froze at first, then burst into laughter, leaving Nataya in the hall completely baffled.

Diya could already confirm that his body had been strengthened once again, but to what degree, he himself did not know. He could only be certain that right now, lifting a three-hundred-jin weight with one hand was absolutely no problem. In addition, Diya had discovered another change—his mental strength. Not only had the mental strength he had previously consumed fully recovered, its upper limit had also clearly increased somewhat.

If Diya's mental strength intensity at the beginning had been ten, and after fusing with the second fragment it had been forty, then after the slow growth over those dozen or so days had brought it to forty-five, the current Diya's mental strength intensity was sixty.

However, none of this was the most important thing. The most important thing was that Diya had obtained a new ability—summoning.

This summoning ability was the main ability brought by the third fragment. As for the strengthening of his body and mental strength, in truth, it was the result of the third fragment stimulating the energy of the first and second Hell Fragments, further completing their fusion.

And summoning was not like the summoners on Brahma Continent, who needed to consume mental strength and magic power to summon spirit beasts from Purgatory. The summoning ability Diya had obtained only required enough mental strength and did not require any magic power, because what he summoned were the monsters within the Hell Fragment.

This was the point that made Diya happiest. Magic power was his weakness. Even though his body had now been transformed and he could cultivate battle qi, magic power had always been impossible for him to gather. Now things were good. He only needed mental strength to summon, and mental strength just so happened to be his greatest advantage.

However, Diya still felt a little regretful. His summoning was not omnipotent either. He had to kill the monster within the Hell Fragment world before he could summon it out on Brahma Continent.

In other words, Diya had previously killed one Zombie, so he could only summon that one Zombie. Of course, it was not impossible to summon all the monsters. He only needed to defeat the greatest leader.

For a fragment world like the Blood Moor, Diya needed to defeat Corpsefire in the Cave of Evil before he could freely summon all the monsters on the Blood Moor, until his mental strength was insufficient. Otherwise, he could only summon whichever monster he had killed.

After putting on his clothes, Diya calmed the wild joy in his heart. Only after he was calm and composed did he concentrate his mind. His mental strength touched the Hell Fragment and projected into it, while Diya's hands subconsciously formed a hand seal. "In the name of the Lord of Hell, I summon. Descend: Fallen."

As Diya's chant fell, the mental strength projected into the Blood Moor contracted, and the entire Blood Moor fragment lit up along with it. In front of Diya, space twisted, like a stone thrown into a mirror-bright water surface, sending circles of ripples spreading outward.

Immediately afterward, a strange bloody aura carrying a hint of the ancient, the weathered, and the desolate seeped out from the ripples. A short figure emerged from behind the ripples, then slowly rushed out. It was a little over one meter tall, its whole body fiery red, its right hand gripping a broken blade while its left hand was empty. Astonishingly, it was a living, breathing Fallen.

As soon as the Fallen appeared, it began turning in circles inside the room, but it showed no intention whatsoever of attacking Diya. Diya, meanwhile, felt an inexplicable connection between himself and the Fallen.

"Stop," Diya called out tentatively. The Fallen immediately stood still and turned to face Diya, as though waiting for Diya's next command.

"Back up." The Fallen instantly retreated without the slightest hesitation. Diya's heart stirred. Always shouting like this would be very troublesome at a critical moment. He wondered whether he could control it with his thoughts. Thinking this, Diya immediately put it into practice. With a movement of his will, he sent the Fallen an instruction. Sure enough, the Fallen walked forward two steps, no more and no less.

"Hahahahaha..." Diya finally could not hold back and burst into wild laughter. Excellent. It was truly too excellent. As long as he defeated Corpsefire on the Blood Moor, he could summon it out on Brahma Continent. By then, his strength would definitely increase by a great deal. He truly looked forward to it.

Diya now wished he could immediately charge into the Hell Fragment world, take Flavia with him to sweep through the Cave of Evil, kill Corpsefire, and then rush to another fragment—the Cold Plains—to kill Coldcrow, Blood Raven, Bishibosh, Bonebreaker, and so on. Right, thinking of this, Diya could not help but become puzzled. These fellows were all anything but ordinary. Which one exactly counted as the leader of the Cold Plains? Or were they separate, one governing the Cold Plains, one governing the Burial Grounds, and so forth?

But as for what the exact situation was, he still needed to verify it personally. Just thinking this made Diya begin to calm down. Looking at the Fallen standing quietly in front of him, Diya suddenly froze. It had been summoned out, but how was he supposed to send it back? Diablo had now fallen into slumber, so he had no way to ask him. Was he supposed to just take a Fallen outside with him?

He tried sending out his will, asking the Fallen to return to the Hell Fragment world. Suddenly, the Fallen's body swayed slightly, like a calm water surface being broken. A faint sense of distortion spread out, and the Fallen's body gradually faded. There was no heaven-shaking, earth-shattering spectacle, no ghosts and gods weeping. Everything was so plain and simple, like a projector being turned off. The Fallen disappeared completely.

Diya took a deep breath and smiled. Several "good"s left his mouth in succession. He, who had always been calm, had never been as excited as he was today.

His heart had already calmed down. Although he very much wanted to enter the Hell Fragment world at once, Diya knew that he still had more important things to finish first.

Today was the third day after entering Luo City, which was also the last day of his stay at this inn. However, Diya needed more time before he could go do his own things, so he had to extend his stay by a few more days. The silver coins left in his pocket were enough to pay for it, but entering the Hell Fragment world was another matter.

He could not enter empty-handed like last time. A sword was always necessary, and Flavia's wooden bow and arrows were not powerful enough either. If they were to go kill Corpsefire, it would probably be somewhat difficult. But all of this required money.

With a helpless sigh, Diya felt that it turned out he had never once been rich. He took out the level-two Magic Core obtained from killing the Mutated Blood-Sucking Mosquito King and flicked it. Diya immediately decided to sell this Magic Core and exchange it for some money first. As for the other matters, he would see.

He once again walked out of the room and said something to Nataya. Nataya then happily brought Diya to Luo City's main street once more.

They headed to the right of the inn and walked for about five minutes before Nataya stopped and pointed to the side ahead. "Sir, that is a shop that sells and purchases Magic Cores."

Diya looked in the direction Nataya's finger pointed and, sure enough, saw a shop. Some mercenaries were entering and exiting, and business looked rather good.

"Mm. Let's go," Diya said, then strode quickly toward that shop.