Volume Dragon: Start by obtaining the Infinity Gems

Chapter 68 A rat appeared among us
At night, it was another full moon night.

In the basement of the dilapidated cabin, the monthly mage meeting was held again.

Nemesis stood behind Losrien with his hands behind his back, watching him announce an important resolution.

"For the above reasons, I believe that the Mage Society is in need of a strong leader at this time. Therefore, I nominate Mr. Nemesis to become the chief of the Silent Mage Society."

Several mages whispered for a while, and one of the necromancers said, "We understand what you said. The rumors in the city are indeed unfavorable to the Mage Guild. Someone is targeting us."

"But I don't think electing a chief will help us."

The enchanter who specialized in enchantment objected. She glanced seductively at the boy standing behind Losrien and said, "I think that at a time like this, having a powerful wizard like Lord Nemesis leading us makes me feel more secure~"

The necromancer hissed and looked at the female mage in shock, "Don't be so coquettish."

The female sorceress rolled her eyes at him. Necromancers and other skeletons were the least romantic.

Nemesis stepped forward and said with a smile, "I don't really want to be the chief, but I think the Mage Association really needs a leader now. If it's not me, what suggestions do you have?"

Several mages looked at each other. What Nemesis said did make sense. The Mages Association would always be a loose group and had no other use except exchanging resources with each other.

If a closer association can be formed, the status and authority of the Mages' Association will be greatly enhanced.

However, they trusted the experienced Losrien more than Nemesis, a newcomer who never showed his abilities, even though the half-elf claimed that the boy's magic power was far stronger than his.

"In that case," the female mage spoke again, "I propose that Lord Loslien be made the chief of the Silent Mage Society. What do you think?"

She blinked at the young man, which was her gesture of goodwill to him. The sorceress knew very well that Losrien was a puppet under the control of the other party, and letting him rule was no different from Nemesis' rule.

Several mages finally nodded in agreement to this proposal. They bowed their heads to Lothrien and addressed him respectfully, “Chief Lothrien.”

Nemesis stood behind Losrien and smiled. This was exactly what he wanted.

It is difficult to get the other party to open a window, but after the resolution to break the roof is rejected, it is easier to accept the proposal to open the window.

Nemesis sighed. The spellcaster's control consumed too much mental energy. Losrien occupied all his remaining mental energy, making it impossible for him to control other mages.

This is also a helpless move.

After the mages exchanged greetings, they began to discuss the recent situation.

"So, does anyone have any clues as to who is defaming our Mage Guild?"

"The rumors I heard said that we became Mende Rossa's lackeys. It's ridiculous! Could it be that the Rossa family staged this themselves?"

"It's unlikely. If he wants to bind us together through rumors, it's a bit too naive."

Suddenly, Nemesis's face turned gloomy.

"Silence!"

The mages looked at him, somewhat puzzled.

The silver-haired boy looked around coldly, blue arcane light flashing in his eyes, as if he was sensing something.

"There's a rat eavesdropping on us. There!"

His fingertips suddenly shot out a red psychic tide in one direction, shattering all the rocks in its path. When the red twisted psychic energy was about to reach the shadow, a figure wrapped in darkness suddenly rushed out and rushed towards the exit. Nemesis sneered and directly erupted the red psychic column again. The psychic energy twisted in the air and quickly approached the lurker like a snake.

When the black shadow saw the psychic energy approaching, it immediately rolled to the side. The psychic energy hit the stone door at the entrance, shattering it instantly. A large amount of rubble fell from the top of the door, blocking the exit.

"Intruders!" the Necromancer screamed, stretched out his pale fingers, gathered the evil magic, and chanted a spell.

"I curse you! The intruder will be weakened and his legs will be crippled!"

The black shadow groaned, staggered on one leg, and fell to the ground. The darkness that enveloped him immediately disappeared.

A sturdy bald man wearing thick leather armor appeared. His head was covered with black tattoos and his lips were painted with deep black lip glaze.

"Celians?!" the female mage shouted in some doubt.

Nemesis narrowed his eyes, slightly opened his lips, and silently chanted a spell that summoned the magic of the abyss.

Fourth-ring conjuration spell——[Aiva Black Tentacles]!
Thick tentacles covered with eyes stretched out from the flaming teleportation hole on the ground, binding the Cyranoman tightly like chains from hell.

The Sel man tried to reach for the dagger at his waist, but the huge force of the tentacles made it impossible for him to break free. A fierce look flashed in his eyes, and just as he was about to move, he was caught by Nemesis.

He looked at the Cyran coldly, and his psychic energy instantly rushed into the other's brain.

The fourth-ring mental enchantment power——[Domination]!
The Cyran's attempt to chew his teeth was stopped. He looked painful and struggled frantically against the power that invaded his mind and controlled him.

But Nemesis's spiritual power was too great, and he only lasted a few seconds before being defeated.

The psychic energy turned into telekinesis, controlling every corner and every muscle of his body. There was fear and struggle in his eyes, but he lost all control of his body.

Nemesis slowly walked up to him, followed by a group of mages.

Loslien frowned and asked: "Why would the Cel people come here?"

A wizard sneered and said, "It won't be a good thing after all."

The mages looked at the controlled Cyrans warily, and tension began to spread.

The reputation of the Red Mage Society is known to everyone in Faerun. Even the reason why mages have a bad reputation among the ignorant people is largely due to them.

Evil, powerful, arrogant, greedy.

No one would not be nervous after discovering that the Cyrans were targeting them, because they knew that the red-robed wizards would use those horrible spells to assassinate their enemies in the dark.

Nemesis looked at him in silence, his mental power reaching into the Celtic's mind like a tentacle, reading his memories.

Conjuration Department. Chief Priest summons Charis.
Reading the memory was unexpectedly difficult. The cognition in the Celtic's mind was floating in an irregular manner like fragments, and Nemesis had to piece it together bit by bit.

But before he could read half of it, a black flame suddenly burned on the body of the Sel man, and [Domination] instantly lost its effect due to the severe pain. He knelt on the ground, wailing in the flames. The fat in his body quickly accelerated the burning, and in just a dozen seconds he turned into a ball of ashes.

"What kind of spell is this?!" the Necromancer asked in surprise.

“I felt an extremely profane and dark power from it.”

"This is a spell from the abyss!"

(End of this chapter)