244: Chapter 213 244: Chapter 213 The Earl chanted a curse, his magic wand was not a weapon meant for killing, but when confronting evil people, punishment was still necessary, to carry out acts of righteousness.
“Ahhhh…” The encircled individuals writhed under the luminescence in the mist, feeling as if ants were biting and gnawing at their flesh, as if it were being eaten away bit by bit, causing excruciating pain that bored into the core.
These people, who normally lived by killing and plundering, found delight in the visceral thrill of seizing magical treasures and taking lives.
When it was their turn to suffer such agony, the experience induced them to scream in misery.
Seeing their painful expressions, the Earl did not soften his heart, for he knew that sparing these people might incite them to take revenge on his tribespeople.
The Earl’s powerful display thrilled the Viscounts, making them realize their magic could indeed contend with the spells of the Cultivation World.
With their magical treasures and a Mage capable of casting spells distinct from those in the Cultivation World, they should possess comparable abilities.
Unfortunately, only the Earl possessed a magic wand; their tribespeople were all devoid of such artifacts, unlike the Cultivation World, which abounded with Artifact Refiners.
They had no knowledge of whether magic wands could be manufactured, only that the wand was an heirloom from their ancestors, passed down to just their tribe, which had relocated.
The Viscount earnestly wished for such a magic wand, having heard that the Ancient Great Magicians were omnipotent, capable of traversing the heavens and the earth, and eliminating demons; however, since the cataclysm that ruptured the heavens ten thousand years ago—a war between humans and demons that tore a hole in the sky, creating this rift—
Their endeavors became fraught with difficulty, the air polluted, and those practicing magic, save for the one with a magic wand, felt like mere accessories, unable to soar through the skies or delve into the earth.
Their tribe also relocated to this kingdom during that great war between humans and demons, concealing their power and leading secluded lives within the Cultivation World, abiding by their ancestors’ teachings to keep to themselves, even disguising themselves as mortals when trading in the outside world.
They took great care not to reveal their distinctive human-animal characteristics.
They lived ordinary, blissful lives like common folk, but the young generations, after ten thousand years, grew restless within the stockade, longing to see the vast skies outside.
Adversity strikes without warning; had the demons not invaded their stockade to murder, there would have been no catalyst for change, and they might still be struggling within, constrained by their elders, with faltering resolve to venture into the outside world.
Lacking courage and beset by inferiority, they feared that soaring into the sky might lead to irreversible mistakes and irreversible loss.
With a vengeful heart, the Earl bolstered the courage of the youth, leading them to explore the outside world for a few days, discovering its beauty.
They recognized the splendor of the outside world, yet also understood that such ordinary beings as themselves could not thrive better there; they could only return and strive to excel by leveraging their strengths.
Hence came the Earl’s initiative to organize the excavation of Spirit Grass for sale outside, increasing the stockade’s income and affording them the means to acquire resources.
Both the Viscount and the Veteran Hunter watched with excitement as the Earl exerted his prowess before them.
As the heir to the clan and future Clan Leader, everyone obeyed his command to stay put and not move.
The Viscount, itching to kick the enemy while down, held back the urge, standing beside the Veteran Hunters, ready to thwart any desperate counterattack.
The Earl wielded his magic wand to punish the wrongdoers, subjecting them to intense pain, their screams and cries incessant.
The Earl invoked a curse meant for punishing evildoers, using the wand.
If these people had not been vile and heinous, they would not have felt the pain.
It was a curse designed to afflict only those drenched in blood, those who took many human lives, causing them agony in both mind and body.
The Earl had heard that in ancient times, to chastise a devil, the Great Magician employed a magic wand with a chant that tormented the creature beyond endurance.
Regrettably, that being was formidable and used some methods that inflicted mutual devastation.
With his last breath, the Great Magician passed down the magic wand, advising his people to take the wand and relocate to the East, where perhaps, after ten thousand years, their magical kin might rise anew.
The Earl had once inquired of his father or grandfather the reason for their migration to the East.
He received an answer from both his father and grandfather, a prophecy from the ancestors that a new sun would rise in the East after ten thousand years.
They did not fully grasp what that new sun signified.
They had originally thought it meant a changing of dynasties, but over the past ten thousand years, this small Eastern kingdom saw many Emperors come and go.
The situation remained unchanged, the Spiritual Energy in the Cultivation World becoming weaker like theirs, making cultivation more difficult.
The Earl’s understanding was that the East’s new sunrise might imply that people from this place could one day achieve Ascension again.
The curses chanted by the Earl grew faster, making the black-clad individuals in his forbidden zone writhe on the ground in pain, wishing they could disown their own bodies.
They also continuously cast spells, trying to alleviate the agony they were enduring.