Wizard:Start as a Potion Master

This implies that the mental power standard required to become a formal wizard, while not yet fully determined, could be astonishingly high. It's certainly not merely 30; it might exceed 50.

To quickly enhance his mental power, Sunan needs to obtain more bloodline essence from wizards, transform it into potions, and use this method to rapidly increase his mental power, thereby shortening the time required to become a formal wizard.

Nearby, the church knights and soldiers watched Sunan, who was radiating light, and were momentarily stunned.

Their religion had taught them that mortals could not wield any supernatural power.

Thus, accusations against wizards and witches were either dismissed or dealt with by eliminating both the accused and the accuser.

But now, the events unfolding before their eyes were mentally overwhelming.

Their fear of Vasilian even began to shake their faith.

Sunan packed the cauldron, letting Wolf Alpha carry it, then closed the carriage door, ensuring the two obsidian bull statues followed him.

These statues were Sunan's intended countermeasure against the Forgotten Ones.

While it was possible to avoid a life-and-death struggle with the wizards, as wizards were intelligent beings, Sunan was prepared for a worst-case scenario where he might have to directly confront the Forgotten Ones.

Sunan then glanced toward the battlefield where Vasilian, the death knight, was engaged. "Vasilian. Haven't you dealt with those small fries yet?"

Vasilian deflected three attacking knight swords. "Apologies, my lord. I was hoping to play a bit longer."

"But since you urge me."

"There's no further need."

He redirected his sword, causing the attacking church knights' blades to veer off course. Then, with a single strike, he cleaved three steel longswords in half.

Meanwhile, a church knight had managed to circle behind him, shouting to bolster his courage while swinging down with all his might, invoking a storm prayer.

"Before the storm descends, I swear to the Storm God, I will slay all your enemies, defending the storm's name."

"Monster knight, this storm sword prayer is exclusive to church knights. Die now. You must perish under this attack..."

'Crack~'

As Vasilian turned, he reversed his black blade, slicing through the storm knight's steel sword with a whirlwind-like horizontal slash.

The steel sword was severed in two, and the storm knight's chest plate was also sliced open by the black blade. Death energy and frost energy, combined with physical damage, struck him simultaneously.

Death energy lingered as black mist at the broken chest plate and the wound, while frost covered it, allowing icy energy to invade his body, reducing his blood's temperature dramatically.

Vasilian addressed the storm knight who had attempted to ambush him, "Allowing you to get behind me wasn't due to your speed, but to give you hope."

"Once given hope, then crushing it mercilessly, that's despair."

"For the despairing, the most hateful thing isn't that something never had hope, but that after being given hope, it's revealed as a lie."

"Do you feel my despair now, church knight?"

Terrified, the knight looked up at Vasilian, who stood on his broken sword, preventing him from drawing his short sword. Vasilian leaned closer, his eyes glowing red from within his dark armor.

"Ah!" The knight, influenced by fear magic and his crumbling faith, abandoned his longsword.

For a knight, the weapon is a second life. For church clergy, the sacred knight's sword is a testament to their faith.

Yet, facing Vasilian, the death knight, he abandoned his broken sword, retreating in terror.

Vasilian turned to face the approaching three knights and the infantry shield phalanx of elite church soldiers.

He laughed mockingly, "Have you truly seen the divine kingdom?"

"Let me show you how laughable this so-called kingdom is. Don't hate me; I'm merely revealing the truth. But truth is seldom pleasant."

"Only lies keep one perpetually in sweet illusion."

"Truth is always discomforting."

Vasilian severed the secondary weapons of three veteran storm knights with another swing, leaving them at a loss.

Their weapons shattered by Vasilian, they were left contemplating fighting barehanded against the fearsome black knight's blade and the terrifying death knight.

Vasilian kicked a veteran storm knight into the oncoming soldier phalanx, toppling the front troops and affecting those behind.

In close combat, a good weapon is crucial.

Vasilian's overall stats were only 1 point higher than these veteran storm knights, allowing him to suppress them completely. But with their weapons shattered, he could crush them even more terrifyingly.

The black blade, as a death knight's magic weapon, was immensely powerful.

While the infantry phalanx was in disarray, Vasilian gestured forward, summoning a storm of death energy above them.

In previous battles, over a dozen infantrymen had fallen to his black blade.

Now, Vasilian employed the Ghoul's Testament on those he had slain with the black blade.

Initially, Sunan intended to strengthen this spell later to fully develop the death knight's combat style. Currently, the death knight's combat style and potion technology were far from as mature as the werewolf series potions.

The summoned ghouls were weak in combat, with basic stats only at 0.5, comparable to an average person.

Since 1 represents the peak state of an average male human after maximum physical training, most ordinary people's stats don't reach 1.

Yet, Vasilian's summoning of ghouls, reviving slain soldiers, shattered the church knights' faith.

Soldiers stared blankly at the ghouls rising beside them.

Some were terrified, others confused, some doubtful, and others in despair. Some screamed, some attacked themselves, or others attacked the ghouls.

But the ghouls were already dead, not even undead, merely magically controlled tools with temporarily bound souls.

They were akin to robots, with little self-awareness, just a sliver.

Death inevitably takes something, even in Sunan's death contract negotiations, Vasilian's revival required a price, let alone Vasilian's grasp of necromancy through the death knight potion.

Ghouls felt no pain, but knights and soldiers did.

According to church doctrine, their souls should ascend to the divine kingdom upon death. So why... why were their fallen comrades revived by the wizard's dark arts?

Some ghouls even uttered their dying words or shared secrets known only to close comrades.

At this moment, everyone's faith wavered.

Their comrades' souls remained on earth, never reaching the Storm God's kingdom.

The knight, shattered by Vasilian, futilely knelt on the ground, supporting himself with his hands.

His lifelong belief had collapsed.

If the divine kingdom was a lie, how many more lies were in the scriptures?

Was the Storm God himself a lie?

"Ah!" As the knight began to doubt the Storm God's existence, his body convulsed, twisting like an epileptic fit.

His fellow knight yelled, "What are you doing? Don't doubt the Storm God."

"Our bodies are too deeply entwined with the Storm God's power. It's fine for ordinary knights, but for us, who delve deeper into the knight's path, doubt leads to mutation, becoming knight monsters."

"Just kill that monster, and our faith will restore. Before it appeared, we never doubted. Only after it did we start."

"So kill it, and everything will revert to its original state, unchanged, without unexpected or unfamiliar things."

Sunan glanced at the knight who spoke.

A man-child, reliant on faith to maintain an unchanging life, without new or disappearing things.

The Storm Church, and likely other churches, harbored many with such beliefs.

Never accepting anything new.

But even Sunan hadn't anticipated that storm knights, deeply entrenched in the knight's path, would physically mutate upon total faith collapse.

Sunan instructed Vasilian, "Spare the knight undergoing mutation. I want to see what happens."

"Kill the rest.

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