I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax

Chapter 73: Chapter73-The Sinister Blood Blade

The blood-colored throne emanated a faint red glow, casting both of their faces in a ruddy light.

Crimson Demon sat quietly upon the throne.

Lucas gazed at the figure before him, seemingly still alive, feeling the familiar oppressive aura.

His eyes were filled with profound resentment.

No wonder he had sensed the presence of Crimson Demon yet the sacrifice had failed.

Here lay only the shell of Crimson Demon; even if he had offered his life, it would not have elicited any response.

John, too, was scrutinizing the divine form of Crimson Demon.

Only upon drawing closer did John notice that the wound on Its forehead was not as minor as it appeared.

The crack, seemingly small, was pulsating with a faint golden light, from which John could sense a heart-thumping formidable power.

Even after so many years, the divine might lingering in this wound had not dissipated, indicating the immense strength of the being that had inflicted such a wound.

Then, John's gaze fell upon the red longsword beside Crimson Demon.

The blade was long and narrow, cast in dark red, with two golden patterns twisting and interlocking on it.

The blade emitted a chilling cold light, and at the handle, a blood-red gemstone resembling an eyeball was embedded, exuding an eerie malevolence.

As John looked towards the longsword, a thick scent of blood mixed with an overwhelming killing intent rushed towards him.

He seemed to see mountains of skeletons and an endless sea of blood, witnessing countless skeletal spirits struggling in agony within the blood sea, wailing miserably, like hell on earth!

John's eyes flickered with intrigue. Could the treasure of the Crimson Demon be this very blade?

He pondered for a moment but didn't rush to grab the sword. Instead, he kicked Lucas.

He spoke indifferently, "Go, fetch the blade for me."

The silence here was unnaturally eerie, the greatest danger perhaps residing within that very sword.

With Lucas as his pawn, John certainly wasn't going to risk his own skin.

Lucas shuddered, obviously not keen on a suicide mission.

His face was a mask of resistance, but as he opened his mouth to protest, he noticed an ice spear in John's hand, materialized from nowhere.

John's expression remained neutral as his wrist flicked.

Whoosh!

A gust of wind howled!

A trickle of blood slowly ran down Lucas's forehead.

His expression was frozen in place.

"It's either you go, or you die," John's voice was ice-cold, devoid of emotion.

The sharp tip of the ice spear was pressed against Lucas's forehead, mere millimeters from piercing through his skull!

Feeling the icy touch and sharp pain on his forehead, Lucas clenched his teeth and fists, his eyes brimming with humiliation.

Yet, ultimately, he lacked the courage to defy John, and step by step, he walked towards the blood-colored throne.

John retracted the ice spear, his face expressionless.

At that moment, he resembled a ruthless slave master, mercilessly exploiting the last vestiges of Lucas's worth.

But John bore no psychological burden; he was never one to show mercy to his enemies.

The outside world, engaged in their own battles, watched this scene unfold through the screen.

He cursed, "John, you bastard! If I die here, House Carter will not let this go... ugh..."

His words were cut off as his voice became muffled, as if blood was gushing back into his throat.

"Gasping for breath..."

Lucas's skin had vanished, revealing the subcutaneous fat and muscles beneath; his mouth, devoid of lips, opened and closed, emitting only hurried, gasping sounds.

Subsequently, his entire body began to melt rapidly like a candle, his white bones and squirming viscera becoming exposed in the blink of an eye, a horrifying sight to behold.

Yet, astonishingly, he was not yet dead.

Enveloped in the red light, Lucas's hollow eyes were fixed on John with a resentful gaze that sent shivers down the spine.

Even John, who considered himself bold, couldn't help but feel his scalp tingle at this sight.

The blade was too sinister, and he felt fortunate for his caution, having sent Lucas ahead to probe the way; otherwise, he might have been the one reduced to this horrific state...

Outside the Land of the Blood God, Seraphina had been closely monitoring the situation.

Witnessing Lucas's transformation in the blink of an eye, she too revealed a rare flicker of fear.

If she were to end up like that, Seraphina would choose death without hesitation.

Alex, who had awoken at some unknown time, also witnessed this scene.

However, what shocked him more than the horrific sight was Lucas's words just before his demise.

Turning to Seraphina beside him, he asked in astonishment, "John... that guy is John?"

Seraphina didn't speak; she just nodded.

Alex's body trembled, his complexion turning pale instantly, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He shook his head repeatedly, saying, "How is it possible, how can this guy be John, he only awakened a common class, I must be dreaming, yes, I must be dreaming!"

Alex muttered to himself, somewhat unable to accept the reality.

Watching the figure that had scared him off with just a glance, Alex couldn't associate the person before him with the detestable John.

Having been classmates with John for so many years, Alex was always disheartened by never being able to best him.

Yet, due to his own status, he still looked down on John, who had nothing.

That was the only area where he felt superior to John.

But now, to suddenly be told that John was not only far stronger than himself but had also joined Hidden Stars, possessing an official backing and leaving him far behind, was something the highly self-regarding Alex couldn't accept.

Seraphina's gaze was serene, for she knew that John had never regarded Alex as significant.

They were never from the same world to begin with; the gap was so vast that there was simply no basis for comparison.

Alex seemed to realize this too, appearing somewhat dispirited.

Could the gap between him and John really be so vast...?

In the Land of the Blood God, the blinding blood light did not fade; in fact, it grew even more intense.

It continuously surged from the dark red longsword, then crazily burrowed into Lucas's body.

Lucas's body trembled wildly, his lifeforce flickering like a candle in the wind, yet it stubbornly refused to be extinguished. Is this guy still alive?!

John's brow furrowed, retreating again.

Both the blood blade and the current state of Lucas were abnormal; sensing something eerie, he decided to withdraw temporarily, waiting to see what would unfold.

However, before John could exit the Land of the Blood God, his body suddenly stiffened in place, his eyes revealing surprise.

What is this?!