Meeting the Incendiary Adepts Again

When Derick woke up, he saw an 'inchworm' wriggling.

"Cipher, what are you doing?" Seeing her like this, Derick was puzzled.

Aren't you a demigod? Can't you escape the seal of the blankets either?

"Castrum Kremnos is still too cold, I just woke up and don't want to stick my hands out." Cipher used a 'J'-shaped motion to pick up her phone, then carefully extended a finger to turn on the screen.

"Let me see who's commissioned me recently... Hmm, they're all cursing me, can ignore."

Cipher glanced a few times, then said with satisfaction.

"Cursing you?"

Cipher turned over to look at Derick, "Yeah, didn't I trick Caenis? That petty woman directly sought revenge on me, and the news spread to others who originally wanted to hire me. Now, quite a few people are cursing me."

"Then will you still have business in the future?"

"Hehe, as long as those filthy big shots have needs, then I'll still have work. Derick, I'm going to lie down a bit longer, what about you?" Cipher lay prone, stretching her body, the curve of her perky buttocks visible even through the sleeping bag.

"I'll lie down for a while too." Derick felt he could see Castorice and the others today. To ensure he could escape from Cipher's grasp, he had to maintain sufficient stamina.

"Hmph, smart boy, unlike those brainless warriors of Castrum Kremnos. They train rain or shine every day, really don't take their bodies seriously." Cipher shifted her body, moving closer to Derick.

"Leaning like this is a bit warmer. Derick, see, isn't big sister good to you?"

Cipher's voluptuous figure transmitted warmth even through the sleeping bag.

Seeing Derick's face flush with embarrassment, she continued to shift her body, squeezing closer to Derick.

Teasing handsome young boys really is an interesting thing.

Faced with Cipher's assault, Derick could only dodge backward. The process of them both moving without leaving their sleeping bags looked comical and amusing.

After dodging for a while, the two maintained a distance. Cipher finally 'let go' of Derick.

Derick breathed a sigh of relief, then turned his attention back to his avatar's side.

...

The nearby Nikador Titan minions, except for the Condemnation Hunter ordered by Derick to deliver a message to Okhema, had all been commanded by Derick's avatar to commit suicide.

The remaining corpses were all devoured by Derick's avatar, significantly boosting its strength.

"There shouldn't be any more enemies around here, I should go check other places." Derick thought. Then, he controlled the avatar to walk elsewhere.

After some thought, he headed deeper into Castrum Kremnos.

Since he was already here, might as well explore Castrum Kremnos.

Possessing the authority of Nikador's avatar, Derick's avatar moved inwards unimpeded. When Condemnation Gladiators saw Derick's avatar, not only did they not attack, but they even helped. Some gates blocked by collapsed stone pillars were directly lifted by Condemnation Gladiators, allowing Derick's avatar to pass.

And the most crucial thing was that this was, after all, the real world, not some game. Everyone here had knees and could jump.

The avatar stood three meters tall, its massive legs sturdy and powerful. With a forceful push off the ground, it instantly leaped tens of meters high.

This avoided most puzzle-solving segments.

Starting from the outer ring of Castrum Kremnos, the avatar quickly entered the acropolis. In the acropolis, he found even more Nikador minions.

Derick almost laughed out loud.

"Come, line up first. I'll explore a bit, then when I return, you can kill yourselves."

He used the avatar to convey this message to these monsters.

The Condemnation Gladiators and Hunters nodded in agreement.

Continuing forward, he now saw the giant greatsword hanging in the sky.

The Blade of Condemnation?

In the game, seeing this greatsword always felt awe-inspiring. Seeing it now in the real world, the feeling of awe was even greater.

The enormous greatsword spanned the sky; for a moment, he couldn't even estimate its length. Golden light flowed from it, carrying the aura of war and slaughter.

If this sword were swung, who knew how much power would erupt from it?

The sky would also be torn apart, right?

Having devoured Nikador's avatar, Derick's avatar also felt a connection to the Blade of Condemnation. Opening its palm, it slowly absorbed the aura emanating from the Blade.

Slaughter, destruction...

Extremely complex emotions of war transmitted from the Blade of Condemnation.

Fortunately, this was just Derick's avatar. Even with so much aura transmitted, the avatar wouldn't turn into a puppet knowing only slaughter and strife.

"Unfortunately, I only absorbed Nikador's avatar. If it were the main body, I could probably control the Blade of Condemnation."

Derick thought.

Just then, due to the connection with the Blade of Condemnation, his avatar's perception of the surroundings increased significantly. He could clearly perceive anything happening nearby.

Faint footsteps moving...

Are there still Nikador minions here? Find them, absorb them later with the others.

Derick thought, then controlled the avatar to investigate.

Soon, in a corner, Derick's avatar encountered the source of the footsteps.

Seeing who it was, Derick couldn't help but fall silent.

Tall, slender figure, wearing a hooded cloak, holding a sharp blade.

Great, it's the Flame Reaver.

How is my avatar's luck this good, running into the Flame Reaver again?

A boss others struggle to find, I run into one just by walking around.

And at this moment, the Flame Reaver opposite, seeing Derick's avatar, also let out a puzzled 'Eh?'.

He had only seen this thing once before, a strange creature never seen before. He had cautiously struck it once, only to find it very fragile.

At the time, he thought it was just a randomly encountered Black Tide creature, nothing to worry about. Even if he had never seen it before, it wouldn't affect his own matters.

And now, the same shadowy creature appeared again.

Its figure was much larger than the one he saw last time, and it also carried the aura of the Discord Titan Nikador.

"Did I not kill you last time? Or are you a kinsman of that black fellow?"

The Flame Reaver asked.

Then, he drew his black blade and charged towards Derick's avatar.

Since I've seen it again, to prevent any unforeseen variables, let's just kill it again.

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