A Guide to Kingdom Building ( Me Reincarnated 365 x) - Chapter 185

The poor knight’s body shuddered as it welcomed Zaduriel inside. The Yldar slowly settled down his being into his new flesh container. He made sure to let his energy flow gradually all over the knight’s body to avoid his new flesh container from bursting. It was a long and tedious process that could potentially end him and his new container if he wasn’t careful.

Zaduriel took his time to incorporate himself into the body while keeping his power at bay. The injuries he suffered at the hands of Adaloun and the elf proved to be a great inconvenience for the god, mainly because the wounds were too deep and needed a lot of energy to heal. The arrow wounds especially messed up his physiology so much that he thought he could die if he missed healing one of the wounds. It didn’t also help his situation, that the arrows used on him were of an anti-magic variety, a magic that only Yldars were able to incorporate on their weapons.

The body was slowly getting used to his energy, he poured more of it, all the while going inside the memories of his new body. He saw flashes of the mortal’s memories inside his mind. Zaduriel grinned as he took every memory of the man known as Tristam to his advantage. He knew he needed to know more about his new vessel in order for him to function well without getting any suspicions from the people who were trying to save him.

Every memory he had turned into a weapon for the god. Seeing his weakness and secrets was a potent way for him to extort the consciousness of Tristam to do his bidding. He knew he could work the knight’s fears and trauma to his advantage. Controlling the knight’s consciousness through fear would prove to be very effective against him.

“Get out from my body!” Tristam’s voice echoed while his consciousness tried pushing Zaduriel out.

The god laughed, “Tell me, Tristam. Is that what you really want?” He asked. “Don’t you want to become stronger? Hmmm… or would you want to be the same useless piece of shit your father loathed you to be.” Zaduriel snapped his fingers, controlling Tristam memories and made sure the knight remembered that traumatic encounter he had with his father.

“Ngggh…” He could hear Tristam’s consciousness struggle from his attack. “G-get away!!!” Tristam commanded but he was obviously over-powered.

The struggle didn’t take that long to control. Zaduriel harassed Tristam with the stark grimly memories he hid for so long. The visions battered the young knight’s psyche, breaking him and finally sealing the consciousness under a plethora of traumatic events. Tristam’s consciousness was left there helpless as he controlled his body.

Zaduriel came up on top and had now controlled Tristam’s body. He took a deep breath with his new vessel and felt good with it. He was amazed to see the potential he had with the mortal body, even if it was still a fragile piece of flesh for his standards.

He took his first step and felt his energy surge within the body. The overwhelming power began to take over, the muscles began to cramp and flex on its own. Huge veins protruded over the skin, as if to explode from the tremendous energy concealed in the human vessel.

Zaduriel adjusted his powers as quickly as he could before the body died and explode on its own. He created a second heart inside of the body and used it to siphon his powers preventing it from going haywire. It took him a moment to readjust Tristam’s exousia pathways but once he did, it was clear that the body was indeed his ideal vessel.

Using the knight’s exousia, he infused his own exousia and enhanced Tristam’s abilities twenty-fold. His wind magic and flame magic became so powerful that Zaduriel became confident with it. After testing his new vessel’s capabilities. He immediately put the body into good use.

Using his new incorporated exousia, he summoned the remaining monsters inside the cave and blessed them with other abilities of their own. He also activated all of the remaining traps inside the labyrinth, setting them up for Adaloun and his comrades. He already knew that they where only a few rooms away from the exit, he would like to stop them as much as he could and try to take Adaloun’s body for himself.

He commanded the remaining headless creatures to guard the outer gate of the innermost sanctum of the labyrinth where the exit was located, while the rest of the monsters hid to ambush them across the floors. He also took the poor blind captives into his chamber and dipped them in a green sticky liquid that would help them mutate into horrendous creatures that he could control.

Using the earth elemental magic, he created golems and images of himself to fight against the unruly invaders and keep them at bay as he would attack conveniently from behind. As he scattered his traps and monsters to their designated places, he summoned his hidden armor inside the labyrinth’s armory vault and took out the legendary armor, Crescent Mirror.

The armor was known to have been used by Mitrail, the Yldar who stopped the advancement of the Great Primal King, Wakan. It was thought to reflect all manners of attack back to its source with a force twice the power of the original attack.

He donned the legendary armor from the Age of Wonders with pride. He knew that as long as he wore the armor, the damages inflicted on him will easily be directed away from him. With Adaloun and his comrade’s abilities, he knew it was his only chance to win, especially at the current state he was at the moment.

After donning the armor, he snapped his fingers and a wall of sand appeared in front of him. The gigantic earthy defense then spat out Adaloun’s weapons, the sharded gladius and the dwarven short sword. He picked up both of them from the ground and infused his powers into it.

His exousia flowed through the blade like water and made the sharded gladius glow in a pale shade of blue before changing its color to a tint of green, his color. He grinned as he looked with content at the weapons he had on hand. He swung both the swords and created a powerful gust of wind sharp enough to slice a stone pillar in half. Zaduriel knew he was ready for war. The only question was if Adaloun and his comrades could get pass all his traps. The god grinned once again; his blood was all pumped for their last confrontation—if there was ever any.

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