“What happened?”

The moment Watson cast the G.o.d's Descent spell, the entire Blackmoon Castle began to shake. People near the area came out of their tents and looked at the dark clouds in the sky in surprise.

The sky was clear just a moment ago, but heavy clouds obscured it after that. The heavy rolling clouds were like the sea's pitch-black surface; it made people wonder if they would plummet at any minute.

Hundreds of thousands of people emerged from the tents. The majority of them were slaves held by Watson following the defeat of the manor owners' allied troops. Since most of Blackmoon Town had been destroyed, the remaining Blackmoon Castle could not accommodate as many people; thus, they were forced to stay outside.

Fortunately, Watson had ordered them to become Blackmoon Town's official workers, and they were ent.i.tled to a monthly wage of one gold coin, as well as an independent room after they rebuilt the town. That was their gift.

The people from the Mage Guild and the North Wind mercenary group were the most unhappy. They did not even have a tent and had to sleep on the rough ground. They were in charge of erecting tents during the day and patrolling at night, and they were not even paid for that.

“Who is it? Casting a spell in broad daylight? Why is it so noisy?” At that moment, Ron was lying on the ground. His snow-white armor was dirty, and he sat up from the soil in dissatisfaction.

Those two days had been very miserable for him. Everyone in Blackmoon Castle could order him around, including the servants. They built tents for others, but he did not even have a place to stay. He could only eat one last bite after he helped the others make a fire and cook. As the North Wind mercenary group leader, he had never been so miserable in his life.

He was especially pleased to see that the Blackmoon Knights had jointly advanced to gold-tier and earned a Phoenix egg each. Even the former Demoness Bandit Gang members had become maids in the castle; they had to wash the floor and get to relax in the sun every day. They even have a happy life in the huge room in Blackmoon Castle. He did not feel it was fair for him.

He was a gold-tier warrior, and he was a powerful figure wherever he went. Why was he not even comparable to the servants in Blackmoon Castle? Was his gold-tier strength not comparable to those servants who did not have any power?

“Why are you shouting? It was Young Master Watson's spell. If you have any dissatisfaction, you can tell Young Master Watson.” A servant from the castle, who was not far from Ron, glanced at him coldly.

Watson had cast a spell?

Ron was taken aback. When he looked out the front door, he saw that Watson was surrounded by lightning. He was in a divinely luminous star coat. Ron swallowed his saliva. He could feel the magic released by Watson; it made him shudder. It was as if he was not facing Watson but some unknown existence.

“So it was Young Master Watson who had cast it. It's fine, then.” Ron smiled awkwardly and sat back down.

He had not seen Watson for two days; it seemed like his strength had grown stronger. He thought it was all because of the astrologer's good instruction.

That was fantastic. How could Ron not have such luck to have the most knowledgeable mage in the kingdom as his teacher? Ron moaned inwardly; he felt only hate, envy, and hatred.

Martin, who was also a slave, looked at him with a scornful att.i.tude. “What is the name of the North Wind mercenary group leader, hmm? He lacks tenacity. He did not even dare to say anything when he knew that it was Watson who did it. Unlike me.”

“Martin, what are you going to do?”

“Don't do anything reckless.”

The voice that stopped him came from a couple of the Mage Guild's remaining elders. They were all looking at him uneasily, fearful that Martin would do something unusual. They were good slaves, and they had managed to survive. If they enraged Watson, the boy might combine them into the body of someone else. That was an even more severe sentence than death.

“You'll know what I'm going to do soon.”

Martin rose to his feet and took a step forward. When he caressed his cheek, his cold expression softened into a flattering smile. He approached Watson and clapped loudly. “It is as expected of Young Master Watson. You can cast such powerful magic; such an amazing talent! I'm impressed by your heroism.”

Plop!

Something fell from behind them. A group of people looked at Martin; they were speechless.

They spoke righteously, but in the end, they still surrendered to Watson. They were not even as good as Ron.

Watson felt a strong force around him. He felt the sensation as if his body was torn apart. He quickly pointed to the sky in the distance. Violent lightning swooped onto his arm and transformed into a thick lightning dragon, howling as it sailed into the sky. It pierced a ma.s.sive hole in the layers of dark clouds as the rain began to fall.

The sunlight streamed down and gleamed on his body; it made him look like a G.o.d.

“I feel that the G.o.d's Descent spell is similar to the transformation of the Great Sin Beast with the Great Sin Mask. They are both in different forms; one is a beast, and the other is a deified creature. Perhaps the G.o.ds are just some powerful monsters.”

Watson pushed the lightning-shaped tree branch in his hand into the ground and gazed into the distance. All the information about G.o.d's Descent appeared in his mind.

[G.o.d's Descent, messenger G.o.d form]

[Abilities: control lightning, beacons (leave your coordinates at any place and you can arrive directly. The beacons will last for one day), telepathy (can transmit your thoughts to anyone within sight without needing to speak), G.o.d's Protection (immune to platinum-tier holy spells and below, double the damage to evil creatures).]

“That is the power of a G.o.d; what a powerful ability.”

Watson sighed. There were 24 tarot cards, and with the addition of the seven great sins, he could now transform into 31 different forms. Even a platinum-tier elite of the same level would be quite distressed when faced with so many forms and endless skills.

He was still only a gold-tier elite. When he finally entered the platinum tier, he was confident that he would be invincible, only one level below the diamond tier.

Sensing the awe-inspiring gazes from the surroundings of Blackmoon Castle and the Trembling Earth, Watson restrained his aura. A glowing card floated out of his body and gradually turned into light spots and shattered.

Watson's aura was restrained when he sensed the awe-inspiring gazes from Blackmoon Castle when the earth shook. A bright card floated out of his body; it faded gently into light spots before it shattered.

If it was used as a gold-tier item, that card could be maintained forever. If he were to use G.o.d's Descent, then the card could only last him for ten minutes.

It seemed like ten minutes was not enough.

“Master, can you teach me some more powerful spells?”

Watson turned around as he thought about that. His body had already returned to its original state. “Master, the spells you taught me were too simple.”

Did the astrologer keep something from him? The mage, known as the most knowledgeable in the kingdom, should have more than just one skill.

'Are you joking with me?'

The astrologer resisted the urge to vomit blood. He had almost taught Watson everything he knew, yet Watson still felt that it was too simple. He was the boy's master, but it felt as if he would not be able to raise his head in the future. However, he still had to pretend to be calm. “Watson, you are only a gold-tier mage now. Learning spells that are too profound is not suitable for you. The spells you just learned are enough for you. If you learn too many things at once, you will fall into chaos.”

“Alright, Master.”

Watson nodded, but he did not think much of it. He had a fusion system. No matter what he learned, as long as he fused it, he would be able to master it and make it stronger. However, the astrologer must have a reason to say that. After all, the astrologer had lived for hundreds of years, and he had more knowledge.

“Well, Watson, I suddenly remembered that I have an urgent task at the border count's mansion. If you do not need anything else, then I shall take my leave first.”

The astrologer did not want Watson to continue to pester him for more knowledge about magic, so he needed an excuse to avoid him. He would lose his dignity if he did not have any good spells to teach his disciple. He also did not have that many high-quality tools left on him. He might as well ask the border count to support him.

The master had fled because the apprentice was too exceptional. Watson must have been the only disciple since ancient times to do that.

“Master, that's okay; you can go. But before you leave, I hope you can help me with a small favor.”

Watson blinked, and the astrologer's heart thumped. He had a bad premonition. “What favor?”

“It's only a small favor. I need to restore Blackmoon Castle. You only need to help me cast some earth-elemental platinum-tier spells, the Skyfall spell, and summon enough meteorites for us! Of course, if you're not willing to do that, you can also teach me that spell.”

Cast dozens of platinum-tier spells consecutively; did Watson want to exhaust his master?

The astrologer rolled his eyes, almost unable to maintain his calm expression. “Well, this is the first time you've taken the initiative to ask me for a specific spell! Since you've asked so sincerely, I'll teach you that spell.”

He only had one thought at the moment, and that was to leave quickly. Who knew if Watson would have any more requests after he learned that spell?