Wizard Earl

Connor had his own plans, and Philo naturally had his own plans as well. If he really killed Milik now, the real beneficiary would be neither Philo nor the Storm Church, but Connor Ferguson!

When Connor Ferguson learns of this news, he will be overjoyed. Because of this, Philo will face immense wrath from the Church of Storms, and the Church of Storms, busy hunting Philo, will naturally not devote too much energy to Connor Ferguson. In this way, the pressure on Connor from the Church of Storms will be greatly reduced.

Therefore, Philo would never sacrifice himself for Connor Ferguson, even though Connor had provided him with tremendous help in escaping unharmed!

As Philo's presence faded into the distance through the forest, Milick, lying on the ravaged ground after the explosion, stopped his agonizing cries. A hint of regret appeared in his cold eyes as he slowly dragged his severed arm to his feet.

It's clear that Milik was indeed injured by the shockwave from the explosion, but his injuries don't seem as severe as his earlier groans of pain suggested. What could his purpose be...?

After staring at the direction where Philo had left for a full minute, Milik finally turned his attention to his severed arm. His left arm was now a bloody mess, with the white bone clearly exposed to the air.

A ruthless look appeared on Milik's scarred face. Then, with a thought, he took out an extremely sharp light blue dagger from his spatial ring. Holding the dagger in his right hand, Milik did not hesitate at all and swung it fiercely at his severed left arm.

"Click!"

With a crisp sound of a dagger slicing through bone, Milik's left arm was severed at the shoulder and fell to the ground. Milik's expression was extremely distorted with pain, but strangely, not a single drop of blood flowed from the wound cut by the pale blue dagger.

A dozen seconds later, Milik, covered in sweat, took out a dark blue pill with a faint fragrance from his spatial ring and swallowed it. Only then did he manage to get through the excruciating pain thanks to the pill's effects.

After resting for a few minutes, Milik, who had completely lost his left arm, sat cross-legged on the ground and began meditating. No one knew what miraculous method he used during his meditation, but as he closed his eyes to meditate, crystalline pale blue light spots appeared on the wound on his left shoulder.

As these pale blue dots appeared, Milik's previously normal complexion turned somewhat pale, as if the appearance of these pale blue dots on his wounds had consumed a lot of his magical power.

The appearance of these pale blue dots quickly caused new changes in the wound on Milik's left arm. These pale blue dots became more and more numerous and solidified. In order to support this process, Milik, whose face turned as pale as paper, immediately took out several bottles of potions from his spatial ring and drank them.

With the help of these potions, Milik's complexion regained some color and was able to support the solidification of the pale blue light spot on his left arm wound. The solidification process was increasing at a visible speed, and this increase was once again exhausting Milik's magic power.

After several cycles of taking the potion to support the solidification of the pale blue light, the light finally solidified into the shape of Milik's original left arm...

Seeing this, a hint of relief appeared on Milik's scarred face, who was exhausted. He then opened his eyes and recited an ancient, obscure incantation.

"Abu Dhabi... Kamavinga... Obranjak..."

As Milik chanted his incantation, the solidified blue light spots instantly shone brightly, becoming extremely dazzling. However, this situation did not last long. Just a few seconds later, these blue light spots lost their light and dissipated into the air. In their place was a brand new left arm!

Although this left arm appears somewhat pale and thin compared to Milik's right arm, and doesn't look very symmetrical, there is no doubt that it is indeed real!

With his left hand clenched into a fist, Milik vigorously swung his brand-new left arm twice. Although his movements looked somewhat mechanical, they still brought a smile to Milik's pale, scarred face.

After doing all this, Milik turned his gaze to the severed arm he had cut off with his dagger on the ground. His eyes flashed a few times, and then with a wave of his hand, the severed arm fell into his grasp.

Feeling his own flesh and blood on his severed arm, Milik didn't hesitate for a moment. Like a wild beast, he tore the arm, bone and all, into his mouth. Even more terrifying was that as he tore at his own flesh, Milik would occasionally let out howls like a wild animal, as if he were no longer human, but a ferocious beast in human skin…

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In a private room on the ground floor of a café called Flamenco in downtown Frosinone, two women sat facing each other. Both women wore thick veils, one a mysterious purple veil and the other a natural green veil.

Although the veils obscured their faces, revealing glimpses of their features, both women were undeniably beautiful. However, the woman with the purple veil possessed a more captivating beauty, drawing all eyes to her...

On the coffee table in front of the two women, each had a cup of fragrant Red Mountain coffee. However, neither of the two beauties touched their coffee, letting the aroma spread and slowly cool down, while they simply gazed at each other through their veils.

Although Margaret had anticipated an awkward meeting with Varga, the jealous woman, and was mentally prepared, she could still feel the awkward atmosphere in the entire private room when the situation actually occurred.