Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King

Chapter 1088: 1088 Purified

The witches gathered around the arrival area on the damaged circle and held hands. That was the easiest way to bring everyone into the link, as they didn’t have a coven bond, but separate Pentacle Bonds through Wolfe.

“Ladies, I will lead the cleansing of the curse energy in the area. If we need it, please draw individually through Wolfe and add it to the spell. I don’t think that we will need that much power to cleanse the leftover curses from the air, but there is a lot of damage here.” Cassie informed the others.

“Shouldn’t we offer them some more people?” Risa asked.

“No, they’re at their peak as they are right now. A lot of Witch Magic works on synergy, so having it be all Witches contributing will cause resonance and make the spell more effective, even if they borrow energy from me.”

The ten Witches went to work, spreading cleansing energy from their bodies to complement the Mana Purification that Wolfe kept active. The feeling was like a refreshing breeze, washing away the corrupted energy that was lingering around the platform, but the more that they cleared, the more that came up from underground.

Wolfe could feel it rising, but the barriers over the lower levels were stopping the spell from passing through. All they could do was wait and keep cleansing until the curse energy began to fade.

Assuming that it did eventually begin to fade.

After half an hour, it was still steadily streaming out from underground, and Wolfe was working his senses overtime to see if there was an active curse down there somewhere, supplying fresh curse energy for them to purify.

If this was just a permanent loop of creation and destruction, they would never get anywhere, but he couldn’t find an active spell that should be creating it.

Instead, he found intensely corrupted energy all through the spire.

If he was right, it was a group of extremely powerful undead. High-Ranking Witches could cleanse the Undead Curse from living things corrupted by [Necrosis], but if they were at an equal level and in massive numbers, it might take days or simply be impossible unless they could isolate them.

Then the sensation began to concentrate, being drawn up to the surface.

Wolfe was certain now, it was powerful undead that were trapped underground. They were on their way up, but Wolfe couldn’t tell if they were going to be able to get out onto the surface level.

Then, one of the buildings rebuilt itself, and the front doors swung open, revealing a wall of undead cloaked in black shadows of corruption.

“Keep up the cleansing, I will take care of this.” Wolfe informed the Witches then began to walk across the distance between the buildings.

The undead were hesitating at the door, as if reluctant to come out into the light. But the corruption pouring out from underground was blackening the sky, despite the work of the ten Witch Saints.

So far, they were using their own power and the corruption was being forced up and around a dome surrounding their position, but Wolfe continued to walk forward, using Mana Purification to nullify the spell effects that were creating the miasma.

“I am Patriarch Wolfe Noxus.” He introduced himself, unsure if the Undead could understand him.

There was some growling, and it looked like they were going to attack as he approached, so Wolfe did the only thing he could think of that might resolve the situation without killing the undead completely.

He released the restrained aura of a Rank Eight Magi on the precipice of becoming a King.

But he had forgotten one critical fact. He had created a massive number of new mana focuses inside his body at all of the meridian points while he was preparing for his advancement.

He had created them, but he hadn’t saturated them with mana.

The influx drew every bit of miasma into his body, stripping the area of mana in a massive vortex, as the oppressive power of his presence forced the closest Undead to their knees.

Behind them, rank on rank, the Undead began to kneel as the corruption was pulled from the underground areas and toward Wolfe, where his barriers oozed with black filth as they stripped the impurities from the mana, protecting him against curses as the armour spells were designed to.

The Witches were forced to stop their work, as there was no mana to work with, while Wolfe tried to equalize his body’s power flows.

Wolfe was beginning to get annoyed with the process, but the cleansing of the corruption was actually going fairly well.

Technically, he wasn’t cleansing it at all, only concentrating it in one spot as he stripped the mana from it, but that was almost the same thing. At least it wasn’t floating around in the air anymore.

His body was overfull of mana already, but there was so little corruption left that he wasn’t willing to stop. Instead, he compressed the mana he was pulling from the corruption until the flow of black cursed energy slowed, and the corruption began to spread, looking for something new to infect.

Wolfe created a low pool, waist deep around himself. The gathered condensed corruption was quickly filling it as everyone stared at Wolfe in awe.

Then, the flow of corruption stopped, and a flood of mana poured from Wolfe, spreading from his body to balance the condensed mana in his body with the natural, uncompressed state of the world’s atmospheric mana.

The pure power that he gave off was far beyond any reasonable expectation of what a magic user should be capable of. To the others, it felt like the whole world echoed with his power, as if he had rung the planet’s energy like a bell.

This close to the epicentre, it was overwhelming, but through every corner of the world, the ringing was felt and heard by every magic user.

In an opulent bedroom on the Western Continent, Overlord Cassanova turned to Saint Josephine of the Fae, who was running her fingers over his bare chest.

“He really did it.” He commented.

“I didn’t quite expect it to go that way, though. It’s completely backwards.” She agreed.

In the markets of Forest Grove, King Petros and King Memo, the Demon King of Sodom, turned to stare at each other.

“Is that even possible?” Petros asked.

“No, I’ve never heard of it before, but he really did it.” Memo replied with an awed look.

In an obsidian palace at the heart of the Lowest Planes, the Divine One looked up from his throne, staring through the boundaries between Realms.

“I like this one, he shows promise. To think that he would attune the entire planet to himself instead of attuning his body to the world.”

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