How come this arcanist is invincible?

Chapter 95 Obtaining Special Features

Kane watched her disappearing figure, thinking to himself:

"In the original 'historical trajectory,' after Nord successfully organized the demon army, the first group to be purged and sacrificed to the abyss in exchange for more powerful demons were these drow."

The deaths of a large number of drow actually accelerated the pace at which other countries built their demon armies.

Now that I've revealed this secret in advance, the already fragile alliance between the Drow and the Demon Cult will inevitably break down, and they might even become enemies.

The patriarch's plans are likely to face considerable obstacles and uncertainties.

Just when he thought the matter was over and he was about to find a chance to leave, the old priest on the altar suddenly spoke again.

Her voice was weaker than before, yet it carried a strange firmness:

"Wait... human male... could you do me one more favor? Just one last one..."

The old priest gestured with his eyes to the obsidian dagger stuck in his chest.

"Pull...pull it out, let me...return to Rose's embrace."

Kane pondered for a moment; this dagger was probably the key to keeping her alive.

But seeing her pleading eyes, Kane stepped forward and reached out to grasp the cold, slippery hilt of the dagger.

Just as he forcefully pulled the dagger out, something unexpected happened!

The old priest's half-closed eyes suddenly widened, and he began chanting a prayer at an extremely fast pace.

Kane immediately tried to pull his hand back, only to find that his fingers gripping the dagger were stuck to it by invisible adhesive!

A surge of intensely corrosive dark energy rushed into his body through the dagger and the skin that had been in contact with his!

The old priest wore a smile that was a mixture of pain, relief, madness, and eeriness.

"This is my gift... You will inherit my bloodline, become a pure-blooded drow, and lead the Spiderblade family."

Her breath grew weaker and weaker, blood spilled from her mouth, her eyes gradually lost their luster, and finally she closed them completely.

Kane's panel suddenly started popping up a ton of notifications:

[Hint: You have been caught up in Lolth's sacrificial ritual, and your race is being transformed into "Drow Elves"]

[Note: This racial conversion is irreversible]

"Hold!"

Even Kane, who was usually calm, couldn't help but swear at this moment.

He finally understood that the old priest had used his own life as a sacrifice to forcibly transform his race into drow.

Intense pain swept through his body. He looked down at his arm, where the skin was turning black at a visible rate.

"I can't... I absolutely can't become a drow!"

Kane suppressed the dizziness and glanced at a smooth black crystal next to the altar.

An extremely eerie face was reflected in the crystal.

The left side still shows a human face, but the skin on the right cheek has turned as black as ink.

The hair started to fade and turn white from the roots, one of the pupils turned dark red, and the ears became pointed and long...

"Neuropathy."

Kane cursed under his breath, and without the slightest hesitation, plunged the knife deep into his own chest.

A sharp pain shot through him, his vision went black, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The body's racial transformation stopped instantly, the black skin gradually faded, and it returned to a human form, with the lost blood slowly flowing back into its body.

……

After an unknown amount of time, Kane slowly opened his eyes, looked at his hands which were still human, and let out a long sigh.

The old priest's body lay quietly on the altar, a satisfied smile on his lips, clearly believing he had completed the succession.

Kane was about to utter another curse when his gaze suddenly fell on the panel, and he froze instantly.

[Race: Human/Drow Elf (switchable)]

"Switchable?"

Kane had a sudden inspiration and tried to concentrate, imagining himself as a drow.

The next moment, a strange sensation came over me.

He looked down at his hands again; his skin was rapidly turning black, his nails were becoming sharp, and his fingers were becoming longer.

He looked at the crystal. In the mirror, Zhuo Er's figure was extremely slender and graceful, with long limbs, a angular face, and high cheekbones.

The 'Drow' has long, sharp ear tips, darker skin than ordinary Drow descendants, white hair that falls like moonlight, and dark red pupils that exude a coldness.

He checked the attribute panel; the core attributes hadn't changed, but three new racial traits had appeared:

[Dark Vision (Basic): Can see within 60 feet, unaffected by darkness]

[Acupuncture Senses (Low Level): Perception +5, making it easier to detect hidden attacks and concealed locations]

[Spell Resistance (Low Level): Increases natural resistance to spells and spell-like abilities; temporarily increases Willpower by 3 when Willpower is at its strongest].

"This..." Kane was somewhat taken aback.

He pondered for a moment, switched back to human form, and found that these characteristics turned gray. When he switched back to drow, they were reactivated.

"I see... Although 30% of the experience was wasted, I gained an additional identity and three racial traits."

"Moreover, using the drow body has its advantages and disadvantages. Although it will be hated by many forces, it is convenient to switch to the identity of human Kane, which makes it easier for me to carry out some covert operations."

He looked at the old priest's body on the altar, his eyes filled with a complex emotion.

For this paranoid Drow matriarch, facing the destruction of her family and her own impending death, this was a desperate situation.

Perhaps giving away the hope and legacy of her family's "pure blood" in such an extreme way was truly her only choice.

"But this method... is really Drowsy," Kane shook his head.

Bang, bang, bang...

Light but quick footsteps came from the outside passageway, approaching gradually.

Kane switched to Drow form, gripped his scimitar, and stared at the entrance to the secret chamber with his dark red pupils.

The heavy stone door to the secret chamber was slowly pushed open.

Agatha rushed in first and saw the old priest on the altar, who had already lost all life.

Her face turned pale instantly, and her big red eyes filled with tears, but she held back from crying.

Behind her followed a tall Drow woman, dressed in a form-fitting black spider silk armor, with a long and a short Drow scimitar at her waist.

Even by human standards of beauty, this Zor woman is strikingly beautiful in a way that is almost aggressive.

Her skin was a rare, almost ivory-white, pale white among the drow (which the drow considered a symbol of extremely high lineage), and her face was exquisitely sculpted.

Her silver hair was tied into a neat ponytail at the back of her head, and her dark red eyes, like the finest rubies, now carried an undisguised sadness.

I saw Kane switch to Drow form and stand next to the altar.

Agatha immediately pulled the woman down to kneel respectfully in Kane's direction, her forehead touching the ground.

That is the highest form of etiquette in the Drow society, where subordinates show absolute obedience to superiors, or servants to masters.

The woman spoke quickly in fluent Drow.

Seeing Kane frown slightly, he immediately switched to Nordic, which had a slight accent but was still clear, and said:

"Your Excellency, I am Lydia, the second daughter of the Spiderblade family, here to serve you. May the shadow of Rose forever protect your path."

"Why?" Kane asked rhetorically in Nordic, needing more information.

Lydia looked up and explained:

"You have become a noble, purebred Drow male through the sacrificial ceremony of the Mistress."

Even if the family is destroyed, as long as you are here, the Spiderblade family can continue.

"Born with you, we can produce offspring of even purer bloodlines, restoring the family's glory."

Kane instantly realized that the old priest's so-called "gift" was actually to make him a "stud" for the Spiderblade family, to purify the bloodline and continue the clan.

He frowned and asked, "How many people are left in your family?"

"The mistress and eldest daughter died in battle, the third daughter was captured, and all the slaves and warriors perished. Now only Agatha, I, and a few of our people remain."

Lydia lowered her head and said:

"Agatha is still young, so please wait for her to grow up, and I... am willing to serve you immediately."

Kane weighed the pros and cons in his mind. Bringing these two along would undoubtedly be a burden. Just as he was about to refuse, Lydia suddenly added:

"If you are willing to become the patriarch of the Spiderblade family, we are willing to offer up all the wealth accumulated by the family, including gold coins, enchanted weapons and spell scrolls."

Kane's heart skipped a beat.

"What can you offer to 'employ' me?"

He deliberately used the word "employment" to indicate that this was a transaction.

"Money, magic, information—whatever you need, we can provide."

Lydia's tone was firm.

Kane thought to himself: Improving his strength requires money and magic. If he had these resources, he could quickly accumulate the power to fight against future crises.

"Take me to see what you call 'family wealth'."

Kane finally spoke, neither immediately agreeing nor refusing.

Lydia stood up, took Agatha's hand, and led the way into the darkness, with Kane following closely behind.

Leaving the secret chamber, we descended the winding staircase, deep beneath the temple's foundation.

When passing through a cave covered with huge spider webs, in which spiders the size of washbasins could be vaguely seen crawling.

When the grotesque, dark giant spiders saw Lydia and Agatha, they did not attack. Instead, they lowered their bodies slightly as if to pay their respects, and then respectfully made way for them.

Finally, they arrived at a huge, naturally formed cave.

Deep inside the cave, dozens of wooden crates were piled up.

Lydia walked up to a box, forcefully lifted the lid, revealing it filled with glittering gold coins, and then opened a few more.

Some contained more gold coins, others neatly stacked, uncut raw ore, and still others well-preserved enchanted weapons.

"At least 30,000 gold coins, plus these enchanted equipment, are enough to build half a mage tower from scratch."

Kane was shocked.

If he had possessed such wealth earlier, he would not have needed to be subject to Nord's magical control. He could have simply spread the word and countless people would have offered him magical manuals.

However, this could also bring a lot of trouble.

Lydia and Agatha knelt down together, the former saying respectfully:

"All this wealth is yours. I humbly request your favor and help me to revive the Spiderblade family."

Kane looked at the wealth before him, then at Lydia.

reject?

He couldn't find a reason.

"I agree," he said.

Lydia's eyes lit up instantly, and she turned to Agatha and gave her a few instructions in Drow.

Agatha nodded, left the cave, and sealed the entrance with a thick spider web.

Soon, soft murmurs, the rustling of clothes, and suppressed moans, tinged with pain and strange pleasure, filled the dim space.

After an unknown amount of time, everything returned to silence.

Kane stared at the spiderwebs overhead and thought to himself:

"With these 30,000 gold coins and resources as seed money, we are more confident in stopping the Demon Cult's plot."

Kane turned his head to look at the exhausted sleeping Drow female warrior.

The vague plan in my mind gradually became clearer.

"Next, it's time to return to the city of war..."