David survived many dangers thanks to the Fire Salamander Bombs crafted by Herag.

These things pack a punch, are easy to use, and allow David, who is just a Gaseous Wizard, to unleash attacks at the Crystalization Wizard's Level.

David lay hidden in the pile of rubble, trying his best to suppress his breath and slow down his breathing rhythm.

Being an Earth Element Specialized Wizard himself, staying among these rubble helps him better utilize Earth Elemental Energy Particles to mask his own presence.

David's Talent Spell is Petrification Body, which allows his body to turn into hard rock.

After using this spell, his entire skin surface is covered with a thick layer of rock.

Coupled with the fact that David deliberately attracts a lot of Earth Elemental Energy Particles to cover around him, with the help of these Earth Elemental Energy Particles, David has become like a real stone, hard to catch anyone's attention.

This is also an important reason why David has survived until today, using this method to get through many crises.

Every time night falls, David makes himself into a stone to survive the difficult night.

Before nightfall, he would choose a suitable place and remain completely still, moving on only when dawn breaks.

The last few days were uneventful. Occasionally, demons passed by but never noticed him because no demon would be interested in a stone.

Everything was normal during the first half of the night, with no unusual disturbances.

However, in the second half of the night, an unexpected visitor arrived.

David, hiding in the rubble, saw an old man shuffling along.

Anyone who could appear at such a time and place would naturally not be an ordinary person.

David could see clearly; the old man's clothes were in tatters, with a creature that looked like a giant python entwined around him.

Upon closer observation, he realized it wasn't a snake but a very fat worm.

The old man exuded an extremely dangerous aura that made David feel very uneasy.

Fortunately, the old man hadn't noticed him yet and was muttering to himself.

"Finally... I am finally about to reach this moment. With enough sacrifices, the Gods will have a chance to descend..." The old man muttered incessantly, then stopped, gazing at the pitch-black sky.

Because it was extremely quiet around, David could clearly hear the old man's mutterings even though they were soft.

After listening to what the old man said, David realized who he had encountered – an Abyssal Cultist.

The airship's crash was the result of sabotage by an Abyssal Cultist.

The old man before him was evidently powerful and bizarre, clearly not someone David could contend with.

He could only hope that the old man would leave soon.

If he were discovered, things would turn grim swiftly.

However, the old man, having come to a stop here, did not leave but instead pulled out a quill pen.

The old man raised his left arm, using the right to stab the quill deep into it, pulling it out stained with blood.

Then, he bent down, using the quill to carve some strange runes on the ground.

"What is this old man doing..." David felt confused, unable to understand what the old man was doing here.

The old man kept carving on the ground with the quill, stabbing himself again whenever there wasn't enough blood, showing a decisive and quick action.

After several hours, a massive witch array etched out in blood had appeared on the ground.

The old man had turned into a bloody figure, with crusted blood shells and small wound marks all over his body.

He seemed to feel no pain at all, gazing at the witch array before him with a satisfied smile.

Afterward, the old man threw the fat worm entwined around him directly into the witch array.

"Next, it's time to welcome the descent of the Gods."

The old man spread his arms wide, gazing up at the sky as if embracing something.

Once the fat worm landed within the witch array, the runes illuminated.

Soon, an indescribable aura began to coalesce and spread around.

This aura grew thicker, instilling David with an instinctual sense of danger.

Just then, the old man suddenly turned his head, staring directly at David hiding amidst the rubble.

He seemed to have sensed David's presence through the spreading aura.

The moment David felt the gaze upon him, he knew he was discovered, and instantly got up to flee.

A blood-red claw lashed out from behind, directly seizing him.

The blood-red claw pierced deep into the rocky layer covering David's skin, grabbing the flesh and bone beneath.

The next moment, the claw exerted a backward force, pulling David entirely back to the old man's feet.

"Never thought at this moment I could bring fresh blood food as an offering to the Gods, it seems it's all the Gods' will, everything aligns perfectly."

The old man did not kill David directly but instead broke his limbs, tossed him into the witch array, seemingly preparing to make him a living sacrifice.

Inside the witch array, pain surged through David's limbs, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

He remained silent, contemplating how to escape.

Yet, even gathering magic power was difficult now, and his limbs had lost mobility, as if his life were to end here.

The unpleasant aura around grew thicker, causing slight ripples in the space spreading around.

Seeing this, the old man's face erupted into wild joy, eventually filled with tears, kneeling on the ground: "Here it comes, the Gods are finally descending!"

The space here rippled more intensely, becoming increasingly unstable.

Above the witch array, a black vortex began to slowly coalesce and manifest, the spatial fluctuations growing ever more intense.

Just at that moment, footsteps and a male voice emerged from behind the old man: "Yes, here it comes, your dad has arrived."

The old man, upon hearing the voice, his fervent expression froze instantly, turning around to look at the tall man fully clad in Dark Gold Armor.

"Who are you?" the old man asked.

"I told you, I'm your dad," Herag said with a smile.

David, lying within the witch array, upon hearing the voice, felt a bit incredulous, wondering if he was hallucinating as he approached death.

With effort, he lifted his head, seeing the dark silhouette, confirming the individual's identity.

Even though this shadow looked slightly different than before, appearing larger and the armor color having varied somewhat.

But upon one glance, David was certain—it was Herag.

In the next instant, Herag's silhouette flickered, appearing before the old man, raising a hand, delivering a slap, causing the old man's head to fly and land not far away.

A headless corpse was all that remained before Herag, which then collapsed silently to the ground.

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