Wizard Earl

As soon as he finished speaking, Philo, who had already made up his mind, ignored whether Milik agreed or not and walked into the woods on the left.

Watching Firo's departing figure, Milik didn't say anything to stop him, but his eyes gleamed. As Firo's figure gradually disappeared into the woods, he seemed to have made up his mind. He took out a jade box from his pocket, and then carefully took out a white gemstone ring from the jade box. This ring was none other than the white gemstone ring that Christant, the intelligence director of the Black Organization, had given him in the Killian Tavern that day, to be used against Firo.

Looking at the white gemstone ring in his hand, Milik recalled Christant's words of advice. Without the slightest hesitation, he exerted a little force, and the white gemstone ring instantly turned into a cloud of white powder, scattering on the ground...

As the white gemstone ring turned into white powder, Philo, who was walking into the woods, suddenly felt the token given to him by the Storm Church in his spatial ring to prove his identity explode. Before Philo could react, an excruciating headache surged into his head.

With a splitting headache, Philo swayed and nearly fell to the ground. Although somewhat surprised that Milik hadn't fallen for his trick and followed up, instead attacking him directly, Philo, as an experienced veteran first-level wizard, reacted quickly. Enduring the pain, he slammed his right hand into Milik's chest, spitting out a mouthful of bright red blood onto the ground.

Within this mouthful of blood, one could vaguely see a tiny, blood-red figure, no bigger than a palm. This figure's limbs were identical to Filo's, but it lacked a head. Apart from that, it was practically a miniature version of Filo.

Looking at the headless, blood-red figure he had spat out, a look of heartache immediately appeared on Philo's face, hidden beneath his gray robe.

This crimson figure is the Blood Puppet, one of the most powerful techniques in blood magic that Firo inherited from his father! The reason Firo's face was crimson when he was training, just as he was about to turn against Milik, was because he had anticipated that Milik would use the underhanded tricks that the Storm Church had laid on him during the fight.

Therefore, Firo prepared this demonic blood puppet from his body as a precaution. The reason this demonic blood puppet, which should have been fully intact, is now headless is because it shielded Firo from the Storm Church's underhanded tactics.

Legend has it that blood sorcerers who possess demonic blood puppets can not only utilize the power of these puppets in ordinary battles, but also, in the most dangerous moments, sacrifice the puppets to shield themselves from a fatal attack. This ability, comparable to having an extra life, is incredibly powerful.

When this Demon Blood Puppet was handed to Firo by his father, it wasn't a finished product like it is now. It was a semi-finished product that still needed further refinement. Firo spent ten years and countless efforts to successfully cultivate it, and he always regarded it as the most important thing to him, carefully protecting and using it.

It's a pity that this demonic blood puppet ultimately perished here. However, it died a worthy death, shielding its master, Firo, from the Storm Church's underhanded tactics. Otherwise, Firo, now afflicted by the Storm Church's schemes, would likely be powerless to resist and at Milik's mercy.

As Philo grieved, Milik looked at Christant. The method he had been given hadn't managed to severely injure Philo as intended, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes. Even from a distance of over a hundred meters, he quickly noticed the blood-red, headless little figure that Philo had spat out.

His gaze swept over the headless figure lying in the blood, and recalling the strange energy fluctuations that had emanated from him when he appeared during Philo's cultivation, as well as Philo's cultivation background recorded in the Storm Church's archives, Milik instantly realized something. A look of shock appeared on his scarred face, and he shouted at Philo in disbelief:

"This is... a Blood Golem from Blood Witchcraft?"

Hearing Milik's shout, Philo said nothing, only wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, glanced at Milik behind him with a sinister look, then waved his hand and put the demon blood puppet that he had spat on the ground back into his spatial ring. Then, with a flick of his gray robe, he fled into the depths of the nearby forest without any scruples.

Upon seeing Firo, he tried to run away. Having already decided to take action, Milik naturally wouldn't let the tiger return to the mountain, leaving Firo as such a huge hidden danger. He immediately wanted to chase after him, but he had only flown to the giant olive tree where Firo had just meditated and cultivated the fruit a dozen seconds away.

Milik seemed to sense some danger, and a look of shock flashed in his eyes. The next second, Milik was about to shoot backward, but at that moment, Philo in the forest, a ruthless look appeared on his pale face. With a thought, he activated the "broken piece of wood" hidden under the olive tree!

"boom!"

As Philo triggered the alchemical bomb, a deafening explosion resounded through the forest. At the same time, a purple halo shot into the sky from the olive tree and spread outwards. The explosion generated a terrifying shockwave that turned the enormous olive tree, which had lived in the Navas Forest for countless years, into wood chips scattered in the sky.

"Bang!"

Even though Milik had already fled before the alchemy bomb exploded after sensing its presence with his mental power, he was obviously no match for the shockwave from the explosion. After running back fifty meters, he was thrown to the ground like a broken kite with a broken string, and even his arm was blown off on the spot.

"what!"

Although Milik was a notoriously ruthless figure among the younger generation of the Storm Church, the pain of losing his arm was clearly beyond his tolerance, causing him to involuntarily let out a painful howl.

As Philo watched the towering flames of the explosion and heard Milik's agonizing screams in the forest, a sense of vengeful satisfaction washed over him. However, he didn't finish off Milik. At the same time, a surprising hint of inner conflict flickered in his eyes…