Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 187 Waste and Lament

Is it going to rain again? Hearing the clanking of chains overhead, Luger felt a sense of unease.

This damn rain just stopped not long ago. If it starts raining again, people will be soaked and growing fur. If it continues for a few more days, many will even grow real hair or scales. You see, without the continuous exposure to the powerful glow of the Blood Sun, some bloodline modifiers on the verge of collapse will definitely not have an easy time. Having just experienced the shock and anger brought by the vampires, their emotions are even more unstable, and these are all factors that can cause them to go awry.

As Ruger thought this, he looked up, his gaze naturally drawn to the blood-robed man's waving arm, and then to the separated rays of the blood-red sun. Everything happened so naturally, and he was even distracted by his own thoughts.

The radiance of the blood-red sun underwent a transformation from extreme brightness to dimness the instant it was separated.

It was a brightness unlike anything he had ever seen before. Ruger couldn't help but blink hard. He should have closed his eyes, but he couldn't bear to miss it. Fortunately, after a moment, it returned to a level close to night.

As soon as he finished blinking, Luger felt a roar in his brain.

It was a blood-red, glowing humanoid figure, its light making it appear like a translucent crystal. Runes flowed across the hazy figure, and countless chains hanging from the dome bound it.

Wow!
The glowing humanoid figure moved slightly, causing a series of clanging sounds from the chains.

Judging from the height of the dome, one can see the chains from below, and quite clearly at that. Those chains must be extremely thick and long. And comparing them to the blood-red light figure, if that light figure were standing in front of him, it would probably be a giant a hundred meters tall.

Ruger suddenly felt his eyes being sucked in. It was a strange and unexpected feeling. His eyes could actually be sucked in, and he couldn't move them away. His head was also getting more and more painful.

Is this what they mean by "eyes-opening"? My eyes are practically popping out of my head! Ruger thought to himself.

My head felt like it was going to burst open.

Ruger thought of a melon that Big Fool Humphry had accidentally smashed when he lived at Lorigo Manor. The huge, dark green melon burst open with a crack upon landing, its abundant juice splashing out in all directions, leaving a splattered mess on the ground.

He could feel that the headache was not only physical, but also originated from the mental space, which was vibrating slightly.

"Oh dear, it seems to be really angry."

The man in the blood-red robe used a special technique to speak this time, his mental energy spreading throughout the City of Burning Blood in a peculiar way.

Ruger returned to normal in an instant. He blinked, and the feeling of his eyes being sucked in was gone, as if he had been startled awake. It was like an involuntary dream, a lucid dream. The headache was also gradually subsiding.

However, the luminous figures and chains in the sky, as well as the broken window sill that he had unconsciously grabbed, were all real.

Old Lenser, standing to the side, also looked exhausted, panting heavily.

“Wow, amazing, that lord’s magic array is truly exquisite,” the blood-robed man said, looking up. “I may never reach this level in my entire life, allowing these little guys to look directly at it without being controlled by it after offering blood. Even a first-level wizard apprentice can live here. It’s truly remarkable that they can touch it and interact with it without any negative effects. It’s truly breathtaking.”

After the man in the blood-red robe finished speaking, he looked at the stubble-bearded wizard and said, "Sometimes, when I face these adults, even if it's just a trace they casually leave behind, I feel like a useless piece of trash, and I start to feel powerless... Maybe that's why I always like to sleep a little longer, hahaha."

The bearded man said, "You've seen it, and you should understand, that this lord doesn't want it to absorb blood from too high-level beings, so he used a magic array to limit its effects on high-level wizards. Most of the bloodline wizards gathered here are wizard apprentices and low-level wizards; those above the third ring are extremely rare. This is a signal to prohibit high-level wizards from interfering..."

“I understand, I understand. How could I dare to do anything unnecessary? I just took a nap. The few things that went a little out of line were all done by the little ones. They weren’t really out of line. They were just naturally reproducing and surviving. What could they, being so weak, possibly do that would affect the adults’ experiments, right?” the man in the blood-red robe said with a smile.

Ruger stood firm by the window and looked at the old dog, Lunser.

This uncle, as expected, had a higher mental strength and looked much stronger than him. He recovered quickly, but his eyes still showed lingering fear.

When Ruger looked at old Lenser, he saw Jaxel's body again.

Everything that belonged to Jaxsay was over, stemming from that detachment, the ancestors leaving their bodies.

So what about the traces left behind? For example, the Black Prison in Bloodfortress was left by the ancestors of Bloodfortress. Both Grimm and the bald old wizard said that it might be the place where the ancestors of Bloodfortress bled.

Ruger suddenly realized that if the bald old wizard hadn't died after they left, he might have already escaped.

The Black Prison has most likely changed.

The entangled statue outside Old Lenser's apothecary had already cracked. Whatever powerful curse it was, it was no problem in front of this Blood Fortress ancestor, the Blood-Robed Wizard. Even if it turned into stone, fresh juice could still be squeezed out, just less.

Ruger was also amazed.

I wonder how much time that bald old wizard has left in his life, enough for him to take another step forward on the path to transcendence. Whoosh!

The chains rattled violently.

“It’s really angry, I’m leaving.” The man in the blood-red robe shook the robe on his body.

"I hope you'll still be alive when we meet again."

The unkempt middle-aged man said he was leaving as well, and casually slashed open a crack in the air.

“You are the same,” the man in the blood-red robe said.

The bearded man stepped into the void he had created, and as the void smoothed out naturally, he disappeared completely. The blood-robed wizard also vanished in a flash, disappearing without a trace amidst a splatter of blood.

The surroundings remained quiet.

Ruger and old Lenser exchanged a glance by the window, a feeling they couldn't quite describe lingering in their hearts.

As the blood-robed wizard departed, the radiance of the blood sun gradually returned, and the blood-light giant was once again shrouded in dazzling light.

Was it a long time? Actually, not long at all! It was just one morning.

But Ruger felt that morning was exceptionally long.

The drizzling rain began to fall again, the raindrops hitting the windows, the eaves, and every inch of the streets of the City of Burning Blood, and also settling in everyone's hearts.

Blood Fortress, which had always been in opposition to the City of Burning Blood, has also become history, as if only the blood-red rain remains unchanged.

Lost in thought, Luger instinctively ducked to avoid the rain splashing in from the broken window.

"Haha! Hahahaha—"

A burst of indescribable laughter shattered the silence that had settled in the area since those wizards had appeared one after another.

The sounds and signs of life that only began to appear after the rain started to fall were as faint as the flapping of a mosquito's wings.

The exaggerated laughter continued unabated, as if it were competing with the rain to see who could last longer.

Ruger twitched his ears, and old Lenser instinctively turned his head as well.

The person laughing seemed to be very close to them.

“Is it…Elena?” Ruger said.

"Yes, it should be that girl."

Old Lunser tilted his head and listened for a while, then nodded in confirmation.

It wasn't that their ears were bad; it was just that the laughter was so exaggerated that they were already off-key. If they kept laughing like that, their throats would probably split open.

Moreover, you could tell from the laughter that this person was not in good condition; it seemed as if he was coughing up blood while laughing, but he still couldn't stop laughing.

She's still alive! That's probably some good news for today.

As Ruger was thinking this, he turned his head and shuddered, his well-maintained fur falling out in a rustling sound.

Outside the window, a figure floated gracefully, slowly gliding through the air—it was the blood-robed wizard who had already departed.

"Unexpectedly, there's a surviving descendant here. How interesting..."

The blood-robed wizard noticed Ruger's gaze, smiled at him, and floated over their rooftops, seemingly heading straight for the Nuondo Pharmacy.

(End of this chapter)