Chapter 122: Saint Chaos Body Vs Lizardman
Meanwhile, far from Elreth’s battlefield...
A different war was unfolding in the ruins of a shattered arena overtaken by the wilderness. The cracked marble of its once-majestic floor was now buried under overgrown roots and broken stone pillars. The air was still thick with residual prana, warped and chaotic—a sign of an unnatural phenomenon.
Lux stood still, his chest heaving as he tried to make sense of what he just witnessed. As he had never expected to encounter a demonized human.
Before him stood the mage who moments ago looked like a middle-aged man with a stern face and composed aura. But now—now he was no longer human.
The transformation was swift, violent, and utterly grotesque.
The man’s flesh twisted, bones cracked audibly, and his skin bubbled like boiling tar before erupting into green scales that shimmered with malice. A jagged, bone-like tail burst from his lower back with a sickening crack, coiling and twitching with predatory menace. Two curved horns jutted out from his forehead, and his eyes... his eyes were no longer human. Glowing yellow slits flickered with madness and hatred.
He had become something else—something forbidden.
"A demonized lizardman mage..." Lux muttered, his eyes narrowing, a faint grin curling at the corners of his lips. "Now this is getting interesting."
The moment he spoke, the madness in the demonized mage’s face twisted further.
"Die you vile scum!"
The creature opened his mouth, spitting out words in a garbled mix of broken language and otherworldly noise. Lux didn’t flinch. He embraced the chaos with a savage smile.
"Time to crush some big bug!" he roared.