Levi took out the purification crystal, injected his mental power to activate it with all his strength, and in a short while, he once again dispelled the hideous mutation on the Thousand Sons warrior’s body.
Looking at the Thousand Sons warrior’s restored body, Levi showed not a trace of a smile on his face, and even Magnus did not reveal a hint of joy.
They both clearly perceived that although the Flesh Change had been temporarily dispelled, that cold, evil aura was deeply rooted in the depths of the soul.
Magnus revealed a near-despairing expression and said in a hoarse voice:
“Levi, do not be discouraged; there must be a way.
If it truly comes to the worst, I will personally delve into the Warp and seek a cure from those ancient existences.”
“You must not, Your Excellency the Magister!
The Warp is filled with traps and lies.
Trading with those existences always comes at a terrible price.”
Levi hurriedly spoke to stop him.
He knew all too well what kind of trap this was.
This was highly likely Tzeentch already intervening personally, secretly tempting Magnus, luring him to exchange his own eye for that so-called “cure.”
He took a deep breath, looked at Magnus with a firm gaze, and continued:
“Give me three days.
I will definitely come up with a solution.”
Magnus looked at the unquestionable determination in Levi’s eyes and set his mind at ease:
“Alright.”
After receiving Magnus’s promise, Levi returned to the library of the Pyramid of Photep.
Ever since successfully saving the Thousand Sons warriors last time, he had settled down in the Pyramid of Photep because the collection of books here was larger and more valuable.
Levi sat at a seat by the window, pondered for a moment, and clicked open the Wizard Forum in the system.
He posted a thread in the forum’s “Novice Help Section,” detailing the situation of the Thousand Sons’ Flesh Change and asked if there was a method to thoroughly solve it.
Two hours after the thread was posted, there were only three replies.
[Floor 1: Newcomers shouldn’t post this kind of useless thread.
For issues regarding Abyssal Evil God pollution, go look at pinned thread number thirty-seven.]
[Floor 2: I suggest just running away directly.
A world targeted by an Evil God cannot be saved.]
[Floor 3: Selling a complete First-Circle Wizard inheritance; it only requires thirty thousand points.
Private message me if you need it.]
As Levi looked at these three completely unhelpful replies, the corner of his mouth twitched.
Only then did he remember that he was merely the lowest-level infiltrator and only had permission to post in the novice section of the Wizard Forum.
As soon as his thread was posted, it was instantly drowned out by a massive amount of information.
No true big shots would ever see it.
Just as he was preparing to close the forum, a private message popped up.
The sender was “Wizard Morin.” The avatar was an old man wearing a pointed hat, and his personal profile read “Expert in Evil God Curse Research, Experience in Purifying Over a Hundred Planes.”
[Wizard Morin: Young man, I saw your thread.
This situation you’ve encountered is very special.
It is not ordinary Evil God pollution, but a blood curse placed personally by an Evil God.]
[Wizard Morin: Of course I do.
However, for a curse of this level, remote spellcasting is useless.
I must go over in person.
Send me the coordinates of this world and grant me world access, and I will be right there.]
Levi’s finger stopped on the screen, and his gaze instantly turned icy cold.
Grant world access?
He remembered those rumors he had heard in the wizard world.
Some so-called “senior wizards” would enter unexplored worlds under the banner of helping and then turn around and sell the world coordinates to those wizard academies, or directly occupy them themselves and treat the natives as slaves.
This Wizard Morin looked warm-hearted but was actually full of malice.
[Levi: I am sorry, but I do not have permission to open the world coordinates.]
He had just sent this message when the other party’s reply immediately came over, the tone turning unfriendly.
[Wizard Morin: Young man, don’t be ungrateful.
Besides me, no one can solve this curse.
If you do not cooperate, once that Evil God fully descends, you’ll all die.]
[Wizard Morin: I will give you one more day to consider.
If I haven’t received the world coordinates by this time tomorrow, you’ll bear the consequences.]
Levi closed the private messages, his face so gloomy that water could drip from it.
He knew it.
There were no free lunches in the wizard world.
Just when he was at his wit’s end, he suddenly remembered someone.
He clicked open the Friends List, found the avatar of that blonde guy, and sent a message over.
[Levi: Wizard Elias, pardon the interruption.
I have encountered some trouble and would like to ask you for advice.]
He had not held out much hope originally.
After all, Elias had never replied to his messages before.
Unexpectedly, this time, after just one minute, the other party replied.
[Elias: Speak.]
Levi hurriedly explained the situation regarding the Thousand Sons’ Flesh Change, as well as the matter concerning that Wizard Morin, in full detail.
After quite a while, Elias finally sent a message.
[Elias: Morin is a habitual offender, specializing in trafficking the coordinates of unexplored worlds.]
[Elias: Send the flesh and blood from the Flesh Change over to me.
Let me research it and then confirm the specific situation.]
Levi hurriedly took out a test tube containing Thousand Sons flesh and blood from his body and sent it to Elias.
This was a piece of Thousand Sons flesh he had cut off earlier under the guise of research.
Actually, it was an extra piece of flesh left over from when he sold the Thousand Sons’ curse to the system shop earlier.
This curse had sold for a full 5,000 Nexus Points.
[Elias: There is indeed no way to radically cure this curse.
That is a soul blood curse personally placed by an Abyssal God, a brand laid down using his own divine power.
As long as he still exists, the curse will never disappear.]
[Elias: However, there is a method to suppress it.
He used a curse rooted in blood.
You can use the blood of a deity of the same level to suppress it, but can you find such a deity and have him offer a drop of fresh blood?]
Seeing this message, Levi’s expression froze.
He was wondering what other deity in the Warhammer universe could contend against Tzeentch’s chaotic divine power and voluntarily contribute their fresh blood.
The next second, his somewhat dazed gaze caught sight of that glittering golden warship in midair.
He instantly had a target, and that was the Emperor.
Although the Emperor always said he was not a god, he was bound to ascend to godhood in the future.
He believed that his blood would certainly be no different from that of a deity.
Recovering his senses, Levi immediately replied:
[Levi: I have a way.]
[Elias: Good.
This requires a matching array diagram, which I can give you.]
Just as Levi was about to send a message of thanks, Elias sent another message.
[Elias: This array diagram requires five thousand points.
Additionally, in the future, sell all the daemons you capture to me with priority.
The price will be twenty percent higher than the system shop.
Especially the kind of daemon you caught last time.]
Looking at this message, Levi couldn’t help but laugh.
This was more like it.
This was the style of the wizard world.
There was no help without reason, only transactions with clearly marked prices.
[Levi: No problem.]
He immediately transferred five thousand points over.
Immediately after, a blueprint file was traded over.
[Elias: Also, do not tell anyone I helped you.
If my father finds out I am still in contact with an apprentice who was sold off, he will be angry.]
[Levi: Understood.]
Levi closed the system, feeling a burst of relief in his heart.
Sure enough, acquaintances were still the most reliable.
Even though he had to spend money, at least he wouldn’t be scammed.
He took a deep breath, stood up and straightened his robes, then turned around to go find Magnus.
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