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Rumble...

Beneath the giant tree, astonishing aftershocks of witchcraft reverberated.

A figure was blasted away and rolled five or six meters away before falling silent.

Another wounded wizard apprentice, his face covered in filth and blood, was filled with terror. He struggled to drag himself away, dragging his injured right leg.

The next moment, a thick, blood-red tentacle suddenly appeared behind him and then lashed down.

"Snap!"

The sound of bones breaking could be heard.

The power of the bloody tentacles was astonishing.

So much so that the fleeing wizard folded himself up and lay sprawled on the ground.

A single spell attack killed two level-three wizard apprentices instantly.

From the mist, Virin, whose face was shrouded in a gray witch's robe, slowly emerged.

His gaze swept over the two corpses, a thoughtful expression on his face, before his brows relaxed slightly.

Previously, it took Verin a great deal of effort to defeat the mimic.

This made Verin doubt himself for a time, wondering if his witchcraft was too weak.

At this time, he was fighting against other third-level wizard apprentices.

Verin was finally certain.

It's not that my witchcraft is too weak.

Rather, the treasure chest monster is indeed a mini-boss-level creature, so it's normal that fighting it requires more magic and sorcery.

Facing other low-level wizard apprentices.

Based on his biography and the strength of his witchcraft.

If the opponent doesn't have any means of defense or self-preservation, it will be difficult for them to withstand his sorcery attacks.

The roar of the missile explosions gradually faded away in the old witch forest.

Two third-level wizard apprentices lay on the ground, their bodies reduced to cold corpses.

Moses, the tree spirit standing to the side, looked on in astonishment, her tiny face stiffening slightly. She couldn't help but take a second look at Virin.

Although travelers who remember "bathing in the Golden Spring" often have very strong memories of it.

But this third-level wizard apprentice was even more powerful than he had imagined.

Although it was a sneak attack.

But the power of this witchcraft is terrifying.

Those two powerful third-level wizard apprentices turned into cold corpses in the blink of an eye.

Under the watchful eye of Moses, the spirit of the witch tree.

Verin quickly stepped forward to search the two bodies.

"It's a pity I don't have a magic bag."

Weilin shook his head with a hint of regret.

"But getting more than 30 magic stones is not bad."

"No wonder these blood curse wizarding cultists all like to kill and rob."

"This is much faster than working hard to earn magic stones."

"A year of hard work doesn't earn as much as a single murder and robbery."

After putting the magic stone into his bag, Verin looked up at the giant witch tree, which was over 10 meters in diameter and a hundred meters tall.

The treetop symbiotic nest, constructed of vines and planks, was filled with waves of crimson magical energy, appearing shrouded in mist.

With these two guarding this place, "Mars" was naturally acquiring the common source of the term from above.

Verin turned his gaze away and looked at Moses, the tree spirit, beside him.

"Your turn!"

"Um!"

The tree spirit Moses flapped his black wings and quickly approached the giant tree.

When Moses was on his mission.

Vilin silently chanted incantations, preparing for battle.

The tree spirit Moses chanted obscure spells that Virin did not understand, and black magic flowed into the giant tree like the tendrils of tree roots.

Not long after.

Splash...

Centered on the palm of the witch tree spirit Moses, a circle of black ripples spread out from the tree trunk and surged rapidly toward the tree nest above, then poured into it.

"Damn it..."

The next second, an exceptionally angry and ferocious roar erupted from the depths of the nest.

The crimson magical fluctuations abruptly ceased.

Above the tree trunk where the blood-red light spots struck, a slender young wizard, his figure shrouded in a blood-red robe, emerged.

The gaunt young wizard's pale face was so dark it seemed to be seeping water, and his eyes gleamed with a scarlet light, making him look like a bloodthirsty beast ready to devour its prey.

His gaze shifted back and forth between Vilin and the tree spirit Moses.

Finally, that bloodthirsty, indifferent gaze locked onto Verin.

Verin, however, remained unfazed, staring directly at his opponent with an indifferent expression.

Mars leaped from a great height.

"Hiss!"

As it plummeted, it suddenly opened its mouth, revealing sharp fangs, and its hissing sound transformed into eerie sonic waves.

Having anticipated this, Vellin manipulated his mental tentacles and gently lashed out in front of him.

hum!

An invisible wave rippled outwards.

[Mental Tentacles] are naturally endowed with the means to attack all soul and mental levels.

This screeching intimidation tactic, while not entirely without effect on Verin, was certainly ineffective.

At the same time as waving spiritual tentacles.

call out--

The tentacle missile flies out at lightning speed.

Mars seemed to know that the gray-robed wizard's missiles were powerful, and dared not take them head-on.

As his blood-red sorcerer's robes fluttered, they suddenly unfolded like tightly clasped arms, quickly transforming into a pair of blood-red wings.

Alchemy artifact: Bloodwing Robe.

As the blood wings unfolded, its figure shifted to the side, leaving a trail of afterimages.

boom--

The missile exploded, creating a deafening shockwave!

But it has already affected Mars.

Mars, relying on the astonishing speed of the Bloodwing Robe, avoided the missiles fired by Vellin, as well as the spell "Spike Tree" cast by the distant tree spirit Moses.

As Mars rapidly descended, a fleeting look of apprehension crossed his eyes as he glanced at the exploding sorcery missile.

"The power of witchcraft is impressive, but it's useless if it doesn't hit its mark. My vampire bloodline excels at speed."

"But anyway, this guy looks pretty troublesome, and there's that damned witch tree spirit next to him."

"That damned elf interrupted my shared origin of the spell, and I'm badly injured. I need to drain blood to recover."

Suppressing his injuries and in the standoff, Mars dared not make any rash moves.

For a moment, the two sides were locked in an eerie, silent standoff.

Although the opponent possessed a flying alchemical robe and was extremely fast.

Despite being on guard, Vilin was not afraid of his opponent.

First, these types of flying alchemical artifacts consume a great deal of resources.

Low-level wizard apprentices don't have much magic reserves.

If the opponent dares to fly around recklessly, their magic power will soon be depleted.

More importantly, it's now two against one.

Moreover, Verin guessed that the other party must have been injured after their shared energy was interrupted.

They had a significant advantage, as it was two against one.

In a standoff.

Splash...

Thorny, barbed roots and vines beneath Mars' feet quickly tore through the ground and coiled around him.

He immediately unfurled his witch robes and blood wings and moved swiftly to the side.

call out--

The Tentacle Missile flies in at the right moment, blocking his path.

"snort!"

With a gloomy expression, Mars suddenly rose from the ground, transforming into a blur.

The next moment, he made a turn in the air and flew rapidly toward Verin, his pale face filled with bloodthirsty madness.

Given his serious injuries, it would be unwise for him to engage in a prolonged struggle with his two opponents.

Not to mention the young gray-robed wizard, whose witchcraft was exceptionally powerful.

Using speed to quickly close the distance, and through the powerful life drain and suppression effect of [Vampiric Habit], to eliminate the young grey-robed wizard, this was Mars's attack plan.

The opponent made the first move, and Mars, seizing the opportunity, immediately activated his Bloodwing Robe to its fullest extent and charged towards the young wizard.

"If I get close enough to suck your blood, you'll all die!"

Mars roared and howled in his heart, his face contorted with rage.

"You want to suck my blood?"

Seeing Namars approaching at lightning speed, how could Verin not guess what he was thinking?

With the intermediate-grade alchemical artifact, the Gear Boots, which are already quite fast as intermediate-grade alchemical boots, and with the powerful 22% movement speed bonus, Vilin could definitely keep up with his opponent for a long time if he really ran fast, and his opponent might not even be able to catch up with him.

However, that would consume a lot of magic power, but Verin believed that once his magic power was depleted, the witch tree spirit Moses would treat him well.

"You want to suck blood, don't you?"

A golden light surged in Vilin's eyes.

"Sorry, I can do that too!"

"Furthermore, I also have collaborations with Gold-tier keywords."

"Today I'll see who can inhale better!"

【Vampire Touch】

Facing the onrushing Mars, Valin waved his spiritual tentacles, unleashing his vampiric abilities with all his might.