Chapter 466 - Ancient Demon Language
“Goddammit, stop rushing me!” Connoris snapped at Lin Li. Actually, the ancient deity would have sensed the urgency of the situation without Lin Li saying anything. But, what could he do? He was not an ancient deity anymore. In fact, he was just a pathetic soul that had been sealed by Osric…
“I don’t want to rush you…” Lin Li smiled helplessly as he stood on the back of the Humerus Wyrm. “But, I can only urge you on… Hey, almighty Soul Trader, can you do something about this? How could you not have a way to weaken the powers of the Lord of Darkness? What about your spells that are written in the ancient Demon Language? You can just recite any of them. I just need your help to weaken the Lord of Darkness by a little, and I would be able to create the illusion of both parties suffering a great injury…”
“What on earth are you saying? Recite any of them?” Connoris nearly jumped on Lin Li’s back in rage. Damn it, what was this fella thinking of the demonic runes? Were they white cabbage that could be sold by weight? Although Connoris was a bona fide ancient deity, how could he have retained his strong powers when all the High Elves had been turned into the dust of history? If it were before, why would a Lord of Darkness matter? As long as the Dragon of Destruction did not descend, he would have the ability to smash the Lord of Darkness with a finger…
“You really have no idea?”
“Let me think…” Connoris muttered under his breath, and stayed silent for a moment. He was racking his brain, trying to come up with a way to deal with the Lord of Darkness.
“F*ck you! I knew that you couldn’t be trusted…” Lin Li cussed. He had no other choice but to continue to raise his mental strength to suppress the threat of the bite of mana, and continued to empty more potion bottles like plain water.
The mana within him continued to stir, and Lin Li felt as though his organs were stirring as well. The sense of dizziness and nauseousness came in waves, and the pain from exerting too much mental strength was like countless needles pricking his brain. There was even a moment that Lin Li felt like he was going to die. People who had not experienced it would never know how horrifying it felt to have to depend on potions to raise their magic powers and exert their mental strength to suppress the bite of mana…
Would there be any other fatal temptation to a mage who was in pursuit of higher powers?
It was this reason that motivated Lin Li to open his mental strength to risk a mission he had no confidence in. If he were to lose the gamble, he could drag Connoris down to hell with him. If he were to win it, however, not only could he resolve all problems before him, he could also gain an opportunity to learn the ancient Demon Language. Lin Li, who had always been cautious, could never resist this temptation.