Blacksmith of the Apocalypse

Chapter 1543. Pure Alms

There was no flow of energy, no setup. Nothing he could follow. He was instantly hit by a terrifying wave of pain as foreign energy flooded his body from all directions. Parts of his body stopped festering and showed signs of necrosis spreading instead.

Severing the Concept of Harm, he had become able to accept anything meant to destroy and harm him as his own. Severing the will to resist, he had become the supreme victim. Severing the Lie of Wealth, he forced the world to be honest.

In his domain, he was a sinkhole for all the negativity of this world. But the power rampaging through his body right now had no negative attribute. Pure alms given with kind intentions had become his greatest weakness, rending him and cutting away at his very being.

But he forced the world to be honest. True kindness didnʼt exist in this world! He should have been invincible. So how was it- How was it that this energy held not even an ounce of ill intent? It was painfully kind as it burned and penetrated him like the merciless rays of the sun.

“!” He only heard one word before he started to feel terribly sick. The world began turning as vertigo and nausea clouded his mind. The pain he could endure, the sudden feeling of sickness, was much worse.

“” the woman exclaimed again, and he suddenly felt like the world was trying to crush him. He kneeled, forced by the nausea and sudden feeling of weakness. He quickly got back up.

“This wonʼt be enough,” he panted in defiance. His eyes glanced at the giant tree, which was devastating his sect. Fights broke out at the edge of its crown, where the enemy kept his brothers from fleeing...he closed his eyes.

He realized that he wouldnʼt be able to save them. But he would do his best to take at least the culprit with him. he would get revenge for their sect, even if it meant burning his cultivation.

...

“Haha! I get it now! You are like an undead!” Fin exclaimed when she was finally able to stand up. This was the closest she had gotten to a loss, ever since joining Minas Mar. The enemyʼs powers were weird and hard to understand.

However, she finally had an enlightenment. In the desperate moment, she had activated the , a divine skill that created a field that healed and strengthened her and her allies. The power of the skill grew exponentially with the severity of the injury. It was technically the field of immortals, as it was next to impossible to die here unless it was instantaneous.

Seeing him suffer burns and back away from the field was the last puzzle piece, making everything fall into place. The system notification that called her attacks specifically “malicious energy”. The shield she had raised in defense, holding even within the domain. Now, him suffering from support magic without any offensive capability.

Fin may not have been able to understand his powers, but she could draw a conclusion. He absorbed anything evil, harmful, or negative against him, but he couldnʼt deal with the power of support magic!

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Maybe skills that supported others were rare or non-existent in this world. But knowing his weakness, she was now his worst nightmare. With a satisfied smile, she pointed her finger at the panting sect leader.

“Time for payback, asshole- !” She cast, skipping the chant. Regeneration was a standard single-target spell for priests and increased the resource regeneration of the target by 25%. health, stamina, and mana recovered faster for 5 minutes. Or so it was supposed to be if a normal person was hit with it.

With horror and satisfaction, the fairy witnessed the manʼs festering skin turn dark as it began to rot. Along his arms, his battered, festering skin actually began sliding off his muscles in flaps of dying skin. Yet, he didnʼt even seem to notice.

Slapping Monkey was still looking at her with an unwavering gaze, despite enduring pain that would drive people insane. Seeing that, Fin questions what other buffs would do if simple already turned him into a walking zombie.

“!” She cast magic to treat diseases and poisons. The reverse effect immediately set in, as the manʼs eyes grew cloudy and unfocused. He was actually swaying from the simple healing spell. He was falling apart and dizzy, but still standing.

Then what would do, which raised overall stats and defense? The moment she cast it, Slapping Monkey finally fell to his knees. However, the gaze in his eyes turned hard like steel. Fin knew this look.

The resolve to take down the enemy, even if it meant the end for oneself. She had already heard that desperate cultivators were prone to exploding. That was when their eyes met. In exactly that moment, they both realized that they knew what was about to happen.

Slapping Monkey twitched and almost vanished from her sight when he shot at her like a loosened arrow. His speed was incomparable to before. It made no difference whether he teleported or not, as he moved by burning his life. Fin had no chance to escape.

However, she didnʼt think of trying to escape either. The former Battle Cleric moved on instincts ingrained into her over decades of dungeon raids. got rid of the chant for the next support or healing skill, and the Guardian Dwerp, her hand stretched out toward the charging sect leader, spoke her Power Word Kill.

“!”

The spell that could bring the recently diseased back to life turned the sect leader to dust! Bathed in the conical light of the spell, Slapping Monkey was like a vampire in the face of the sun. Moving at incredible speed, sacrificing his life and cultivation, he turned to a cloud of dust that was blasted away by its own inertia.

Fin, her hand still stretched out, stared at the place where the sect leader turned to ashes with shock and confusion. She had not expected it to work. Not this well... One moment, a man hellbent to take her down with him was charging at her with the eyes of a demon, and the next moment...nothing.

Just dust in the wind.

Her arm slowly fell back down, limply hanging on her side. She took a deep breath and let out a long, loud sigh before all tension left her body, and she plopped down to the ground. This fight had been brutal.

She had totally underestimated her opponentʼs level and the power they called domain. Would the others also have such a hard time? Could they even manage someone that made them unable to attack or resist...?

As she sat there, she reminisced about the fight, going over her mistakes and memorizing her weaknesses and the opponentʼs strengths. It was the best way to cope and prepare for the next fight. Her attention was diverted when she noticed another tree rising on the horizon.

“Hmm, thatʼs... north,” she mumbled, looking toward the tree. That meant Seth was also done on his side, getting rid of the remnants of the Silk River Sect. He had taken longer than her. Had he also encountered a difficult opponent?

Looking at the distance, Fin didnʼt notice that the device she had received from Seth was now glowing with a dim light.