Chapter 1486
If these people's luck is averaged out, it becomes identical for everyone. Luck is the hardest thing to grasp—sometimes it seems insignificant, but in certain moments, just a small difference in luck can mean the difference between life and death.
In a group, some might have luck scores of eighty, some a hundred, others thirty. If the person with eighty acts, and everyone's luck gets averaged, then everyone's luck could end up lower than his. That tiny advantage can sometimes be the biggest advantage of all...
Alonzo never imagined this kind of usage, because it's purely designed to mess people up. Who would ever think to use it against themselves?
This voodoo doll was personally crafted by Alonzo, and he knows more about it than anyone else here. After hearing Leon's explanation, he understood almost immediately. With a bit of study, he could release the curse perfectly—he just needed Dekrise the Blood Lich's full True Name.
Leon took out the Death Tome. The chains binding its cover snapped and dissolved one by one, and the Death Tome slowly opened. Instantly, its pages began to flip wildly. On one blank page, a cluster of evil light appeared, forming a hemispherical orb on the surface. Something inside seemed to be furiously trying to break out.
Leon watched the orb with a cold smile. He barely needed to use the Death Tome's power—just enough to keep that orb suppressed, completely unable to escape.
The Death Tome is a transcendent magical artifact, and it was born from the highest plane itself. In fact, the Death Tome originated in the Undead Plane.
Of all the highest planes, the Undead Plane is the largest. Over countless years, it has expanded rapidly—any plane linked to the Undead Plane gets devoured. And most of the fallen lives in the endless planes eventually return to the Undead Plane.
The powerful orc tribes have their souls merge into the earth after death, and some smaller races have souls that do not return to the Undead Plane.
The source of the Undead Plane kept growing stronger, absorbing endless lives from countless planes. That's how the Death Tome was first conceived. But something happened later—before the Death Tome was fully formed, it ended up in that Bone Plane.
None of the Death Tome's magical components had merged with it at that time. Now, eight components have already fused into the Death Tome, pushing its abilities close to their absolute limit. Leon still can't unleash its full, peak power.
But right now, it's the Death Tome itself that's trapping that bizarre soul inside. Escape? Not a chance...
Furious howls echoed from within the Death Tome. The twisted soul—a fusion of a fragment of the Lord of Nightmares' god-demon soul and Uther's evil soul—seemed ready to break out at any moment.
Leon didn't care what this thing was thinking. He threatened it directly.
"Dekrise is right here, you know. The Death Tome is completely blocking your aura, so he probably can't sense you yet. But Dekrise wants the Death Tome—think carefully..."
As soon as Leon finished, the twisted evil soul fell silent. The bulging orb of light on the page slowly faded, revealing a sinister, grim face glaring coldly at Leon.
Leon just sneered.
"You don't have to trust me. I can easily leak a bit of your aura. You know what would happen then."
Let me spell it out for you: we've been hit by Dekrise's Curse of Misfortune—and it's cast using the Lord of Misfortune's flesh and blood. Dekrise's goal is to steal the Death Tome.
If he gets his hands on the Death Tome, do you have any idea what will happen? You’ll be trapped forever in its pages, suppressed until your soul is nothing but a footnote. And as time passes, if he uses the Death Tome to ignite his divine spark, with its power combined, he’ll gain the ability to utterly destroy you.
Don’t think that just because your soul and his have fused, he’s powerless against you. You’re his greatest weakness, but he wants nothing more than to see you gone. Right now, you’re in control of this soul, but do you really think that once Dekrise ignites his divine spark, he won’t turn the tables and devour you instead? He’ll become the master of your fused soul, and then you’ll be truly, utterly dead. Even your god-demon soul will be nothing but his nourishment…
The grotesque, twisted face on the page stared coldly at Leon for several seconds before suddenly speaking.
"What do you want?"
"I want Dekrise’s True Name—his full, unbroken incantation."
The grotesque visage suddenly let out a cold, mocking laugh.
"Why should I give it to you? I don’t trust you..."
But before he could finish, Leon cut him off brusquely.
"You don’t have a choice. We’re already cursed by Misfortune. If we don’t learn his full True Name, we’re all dead. And once we’re gone, with the Death Tome in his hands, you know exactly what Dekrise will do to you.
We don’t have the power to destroy your god-demon soul completely, but Dekrise is the only one who can. No, not just destroy—he’ll devour it alive. Everything you are will be his for the taking.
You have no other option but to tell me Dekrise’s full True Name. I’m not making you any promises. You have three seconds to decide.
Faced with Leon’s threat, the grotesque face twisted and contorted, growing more hideous by the second. After three agonizing seconds of struggle, it finally began to recite Dekrise’s True Name.
"Uther Dalrest Kongulai Quleish Wabeis... Dekrise..."
The twisted visage chanted Dekrise’s True Name with frantic speed, while Alonzo hurriedly recorded the incantation into the Voodoo Doll.
Though Dekrise is the reincarnation of a god-demon, and has developed an independent soul, he is still intrinsically linked to the Lord of Nightmares’ god-demon soul, inheriting some of its powers.
After the soul was torn into two—one good, one evil—the evil soul gained a new, complete True Name. Only Dekrise himself knows it, but the Lord of Nightmares’ god-demon soul surely knows it as well.
A god-demon’s True Name holds immense power—almost the sum of their strength and the laws they command. But it’s also their greatest vulnerability. Once their full True Name is known, curse spells like this one become exponentially more potent, and even previously useless magic can suddenly take effect...
The Lord of Nightmares really had no choice. Leon’s threat forced his hand; otherwise, his fate would be unspeakably miserable—he’d be the most wretched of all the fallen god-demons.
Leon might come after him in the future, but he could never truly destroy him. Compared to that, the Lord of Nightmares could only choose to help Leon.
The moment the Lord of Nightmares began reciting Dekrise’s True Name, Dekrise sensed it instantly. Whenever someone utters his full True Name, no matter how many planes apart, he feels it immediately.
That feeling of having your fatal weakness exposed would drive anyone mad, making them willing to do anything to eliminate the threat.
Possessing traits of a god-demon signifies immense power—some abilities can even grant outright immunity. But once someone masters your True Name, your strongest defense is shattered, your proudest protection stripped away, and you’re left as just another powerful being.
Once you get used to this, no one would ever want to lose it...
Naturally, the Blood Lich went berserk, preparing to strike back. Unfortunately, he hadn’t done anything earlier, and now he was suppressed by Andefa’s control of the Wheel of All Magic. Though it didn’t hurt him, breaking free instantly was impossible.
Now, with Theodosius wielding the Book of All Curses to help suppress him too, they could stall for a few seconds—just a few seconds, but that was enough...
As more and more of the True Name was chanted, the Blood Lich’s formidable defenses weakened further. It was as if the very laws protecting him were rapidly fading.
Because everyone could hear the True Name now, and with that knowledge, the rules themselves began to take effect.
Agalon slowed his movements tenfold to construct a shield—a barrier of pure supernatural power and magic. It was the simplest, weakest, and most draining defense, but right now, it was the safest option.
Luck was so abysmal that even casting a protective spell could collapse midway for any number of bizarre reasons. This kind of instinctive, raw magic shield had the lowest chance of going awry.
Yet even so, something unexpected happened—a ripple of mana, for reasons unknown, lashed out and struck Lin Yun, sending him flying backward.
But the Lord of Nightmares’ chanting didn’t falter—instead, it grew even faster. His urgent words became a shrill scream; Lin Yun could barely hear the chant now, unable to keep up with the pace, though Alonzo could still make sense of it...
Countless symbols surged from Alonzo’s hands into the Voodoo Doll. This time, Alonzo had learned his lesson—he didn’t channel the True Name himself, but let the Lord of Nightmares do it directly, acting only as a conduit.
If not for this, recording the complete True Name wouldn’t have gone so smoothly.
But when the True Name was fully inscribed into the Voodoo Doll, something went wrong—a mysterious crack appeared on its surface...
Such damage to a magical artifact usually comes from prolonged use, poor maintenance, or other random causes—sometimes, a tiny flaw just appears out of nowhere.