Your Lord Has A Screw Loose?-Chapter 420 - 422 Dionysus Book of Wisdom
Chapter 420: Chapter 422: Dionysus’ Book of Wisdom
Chapter 420: Chapter 422: Dionysus’ Book of Wisdom
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“No, great Magic God, please shelter your devout follower from such blasphemous disturbance, I shall… I shall…”
“Magic God above, what on earth is happening? I must leave this blasphemous illusion of the Divine soon, or I feel I’m going mad.” Blake Frost could sense that his reason seemed to be changing, a kind of madness was slowly eroding him.
“Oh~ wait, let me see, what is this…”
“My Magic God, damn it, I don’t want to know this blasphemous knowledge.” Frost shivered, watching the chaos and distortion gradually dissipate from his thoughts, everything was getting better.
“Weaving Magic, Shaping Magic, have I stolen the authority of the Magic God?” Frost couldn’t help but shudder, the majesty of the Divine had long been ingrained in his instincts, after all, it was the knowledge he had grown up with since childhood.
“No, none of this is real… I… just… I…” Frost gazed at the statue of the Magic God, his words trembling somewhat.
“Dionysus? What kind of Divine is he, that his Book of the Sage could hold such terrifying power? If only I could see all the content that follows…”
“Madness and distortion, perhaps that is the true reality of this world!!!” Madness flashed in Frost’s eyes. Clearly, his madness had flared up, albeit mildly, but there was no denying that the madness was spreading bit by bit.
“Duke, you…”
“Get out of the way, don’t block the path.”
“Magic God above, I was distracted.” But he quickly came to his senses, perhaps it had only been an illusion?
“Please shelter… ah, praise the Abyss!”
“Great Magic God, you are my…”
“Can my Duchy truly become a Kingdom?”
“My soul, has it connected to a Plane that even the gods cannot watch or interfere with, the Abyss?” Frost felt an energy known as Magic Power being continuously drawn from a connected Plane into his body.
“I feel… this is amazing, no, what’s happening to me?”
“I need powerful enough magic to keep the madness from catching up to me.” Frost, when faced with a choice between himself and the Magic God, chose himself. If it weren’t for the alteration before, as a devoted follower, he might have remained loyal to the Magic God. But now, he had been changed.
Dionysus’ Book of Wisdom
[Dionysus’ Chaotic Magic Spring]
Frost felt a change in his body, the hallucinations might have disappeared, but the transformation remained.
Like crystallization, these were all knowledge Frost gained from memories brought from Dionysus’ Chaotic Magic Spring.
After all, he was praying. The Magic God and he were closely connected.
But Frost, with a burst of formidable willpower, staggered out of the magnificent Magic Church. He knew his will could not hold out for long, and if he really committed such a blasphemous act against the Magic God in the Magic Church, a Divine Punishment might come down, and he wouldn’t even be able to keep his corpse intact.
When everything calmed down, Frost finally opened his bewildered eyes in a daze.
And as a Duke, his position in the Magic Church was definitely high, hence he had his own magnificent church where he carried out his daily prayers, showing his devout faith in the Magic God. He knew that all this was under the protection of the Divine.
Madness, it’s not just the mind that is mad, but the body that mutates as well.
The brilliance of Chaos shone on Frost, the Abyss Power from the hands of the Magic God had tampered with the ownership of his soul, and the chaotic magic fountain named Dionysus in his twisted mind and mad thoughts automatically operated under the influence.
Just down this path, Frost’s mind had already been occupied by this strange magic.
Yet this time, he could not break free. The lines twisted and squirmed continuously, eventually forming a blasphemous book.
The terrifying blasphemous magic in his mind had lost its previously frightening power.
The fountain of Dionysus’ Chaotic Magic still existed in his mind, and he was even able to activate it.
What eroded his sanity was not just madness but also the knowledge that came with it, bit by bit twisting his mind.
Today, his right hand was proof that it was just the onset of the illness, causing only patterns to appear on his arm. However, if not suppressed, not only would his whole body be covered with these patterns, but even more terrifying mutations could occur.
Surrounding the entire Magic Church were prayers chanted like poems, prayers dedicated to Duke Blake Frost.
He was unable to resist; he could only let this madness spread over him, and sooner or later, he would become a madman tormented by his illness.
Opening the first page of the book, the records were sloppy and chaotic, the handwriting blurry and hard to discern, some areas even had naive illustrations. Nearly all places were smeared with some sort of black terror.
Black patterns covered the skin of his right hand, at first sight, everyone would be intimidated by those chaotic and frenzied patterns.
In terror, he wanted to forget this magic, but the memory had already merged completely with him.
The White Frost Duchy was a place of great strength, and as the Duke himself, he naturally was a powerful mage, thus naturally he worshipped the Magic God, a rather bizarre character perhaps.
He knew that all this came at a price, ambition, madness, these were the costs he bore, causing tremendous changes in his mind, evolving towards chaos and disorder, that is, capriciousness.
Countless runes of Chaos Magic continuously entwined in his mind, even his instincts had begun to gradually detach from Duke Frost.
Seeing Dionysus’ Book of Wisdom was quite simple, by releasing the Chaotic Magic Spring of Dionysus, he could see this blasphemous divine book within his soul.
It wasn’t that there were no ways to prevent it, that was to become stronger, becoming stronger ceaselessly through the various twisted and insane magics recorded in Dionysus’ Book of Wisdom before madness overtook him.
Fortunately, he was both a Duke and a Magic Priest, otherwise if he were a commoner, he might have been led to the gallows for this.
Ambition grew relentlessly in the heart of Duke Frost, though his twisted mind and maniacal thoughts had subsided, Duke Frost knew this was a mere illusion, because that distortion and insanity had already seeped deep into his soul, just like his right hand could weave and shape magic.
A new kind of magic, independent of the Magic God, had taken root in the mind of Duke Frost.
A servant seeing the state of Duke Frost rushed over to help, but was pushed away by him, returning to his own bedroom in a manner not at all fitting the elegance of a noble.
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Therefore, he chose to actively immerse himself into this terrifying magic system.
Because… it had already transferred to his right hand.
Because he had already freed himself from that terrifying illusion.
Entering a state of prayer once again, but soon, he once again saw those chaotic lines.
In the terrified expression of Duke Frost, he saw the twisted name on the cover of the blasphemous book.
This terrifying scene continuously assaulted Duke Frost’s reason, making him struggle to break free from the blasphemous and crazy knowledge recorded in Dionysus’ Book of Wisdom. However, on the other hand, his polluted and twisted mind fixated his consciousness on that page of the book.
This momentarily stalled his prayers.
This was a magic of Chaos, and also a magic of transformation; even if he did not use it, the moment he saw it, everything was already fated.
His entire being gushed forth like a fountain, countless glows of energy bursting continuously.
But today, something unusual happened, chaotic lines seemed to appear before the praying Duke Frost.
Only when the time is right will this bout of madness flare up again, taking him to view that blasphemous divine Book of Wisdom.
As long as he used this magic, he would be transformed, his twisted mind and insane thoughts continually pulling at him.
As long as he was strong enough, he could suppress the madness, although he could not stop it from spreading and deepening, at least he could maintain his sanity… and his human body.
