Wizard Earl

Chapter 188 I advise you not to make a mistake for yourself!

Seeing this effect, Connor nodded in satisfaction. The power of the six anti-magic bullets was basically the same as the full-force attack of a level 2 enchanted item. Judging from the performance of the Castia Staff's defensive barrier, ordinary level 2 enchanted items would not have any effect on it.

Having tested the defensive effects, it's time to test the attack effects of the Castia Staff.

A steel plate, a full meter thick and specifically used for testing the power of enchanted items, was placed in the room. Connor's mind raced, and he gripped the Castia Staff tightly. A hexagonal, dark blue magic circle appeared around the steel plate.

The next second, a dark blue light curtain rose from the hexagonal magic circle, trapping the steel plate within. Apart from Connor, no one else could use their mental power to peer into the circle. Finally, Connor uttered the word, "Appear!"

Four headless, armored black warriors wielding swords suddenly appeared within the hexagonal magic circle, and under Connor's control, they slashed fiercely at the steel plate.

"Sizzle! Sizzle!..."

With the combined force of the four black warriors, their techniques quickly turned the steel plate that Connor had painstakingly created to test its power into countless pieces of iron.

Connor glanced at the iron block and nodded with satisfaction. According to his calculations, once trapped in the hexagonal magic circle of the Castia Staff, as long as the opponent's strength did not exceed the range of an apprentice, the enemy's magic power and mental power would be severely restricted. It would be very good if they could exert 70% of their strength within the magic circle.

These four Black Knights are as powerful as Grand Knights, but unlike Grand Knights, they are lifeless and therefore do not feel pain. They become emotionless killing machines under Connor's command. Furthermore, within the magic circle, they possess the ability to shield mental energy, making it difficult for enemies trapped within to detect them with their mental energy. Perhaps only when they are right in front of the enemy will they discover the presence of the Black Knights.

What's even more overpowered is that as long as the magic circle exists and continues to operate, even if the Dark Knights are destroyed by their opponents within the circle, they won't be afraid. With the help of the magic circle, they will quickly re-condense and continue to fight. Connor believes that these emotionless monsters, whose pain regenerates endlessly, will surely become an inescapable nightmare for his enemies!

According to Connor's own calculations, if he concentrated all his mental energy, he could condense six Black Knights in the magic circle, but it would be very difficult, and he would be unable to cast other enchanted items and spells. Therefore, condensing four is usually a good idea.

Connor's own mental strength was like this, but once Connor used the Silver Pendant to amplify it, Connor felt that he could condense up to ten Black Knights at once, but it would be very difficult. Therefore, condensing eight Black Knights with the amplification of the Silver Pendant was a very suitable amount for Connor.

After testing the two major abilities of the Castia Staff, Connor was very pleased. The power of the Castia Staff was worth all the effort put into its creation.

For the next few days, Connor stayed in his room, monitoring Doocouré's clinic. To avoid alerting the enemy, he didn't use his mental powers to assist in the surveillance. Instead, he used a gadget he had crafted himself—an alchemical telescope—to help him monitor the situation. Connor transmitted the characteristics of Salah that he had gleaned from Dr. Doocouré's memories to the alchemical telescope, which would then automatically search for targets.

The advantage of using the alchemical telescope is that it has no mental power and does not generate energy fluctuations. Even if Salah is cunning, he will not be able to detect that someone is using this thing and waiting for him.

To be honest, for Connor, Salah's appearance didn't keep him waiting long. It was only late at night on the fifth day of monitoring the Doucoure Clinic when the alchemical telescope started beeping, waking Connor from his meditation.

Standing behind the glass window of the room, watching the ghostly figure rushing towards the Doucouré Clinic in the distance, a cold smile appeared on Connor's lips.

Mr. Salah, I've been waiting for you for a long time!

"Dookure, you did a great job! You collected so much sulfur!" In the underground warehouse beneath the clinic, Salah looked with delight at the sulfurous stones emitting a pungent odor before him and said to Dookure beside him with satisfaction:

"I've helped you acquire so much sulfur, Mr. Salah, what about the more advanced fire therapy you promised me?" Salah's praise brought a hint of joy to Doucoure's face. Taking this opportunity, he hesitated before making his request to Salah.

To his utter surprise, Salah's expression changed instantly upon hearing his request. His previous joy vanished, and he glanced disdainfully at Doucoure beside him, coldly stating, "What you've done is far less valuable than a more advanced fire healing technique!"

"How much more do I need?" Doucoure asked through gritted teeth, bowing deeply. He wasn't oblivious to the coldness in Salah's words, but now that he'd asked, he naturally wanted to get to the bottom of it.

"Far from enough!" Seeing that Doucoure dared to ask further, Salah's eyes flashed with a cold light as he looked at Doucoure and said, enunciating each word clearly:

"I've already bestowed upon this lowly commoner the lowly techniques passed down from the great Celta, yet he still dares to push his luck. If he weren't still of some value, I would have sacrificed him to the great Celta!"

"Who?" Just then, Mr. Sarah seemed to have sensed something and screamed, his body engulfed in crimson flames.

"I'm scared! I'm scared! I'm scared!"

A round of applause erupted from the basement. A handsome man in black robes, smiling, clapped as he entered and said calmly, "You truly live up to your reputation as a disciple of the Celta Cult. I barely gave myself away before you noticed. I am truly impressed!"

"It's you! Connor Ferguson!" Mr. Salah exclaimed, seemingly quite surprised, upon seeing the handsome face of the man in the black robe.

"You actually recognize me? It seems I haven't come to the wrong person!" The man in black robes, Connor, said with a calm smile.

"Hmph! No wonder we couldn't find you these past few days. So you managed to sneak up here. Well, it's fine to catch you here!" Salah sneered, a chilling killing intent flashing in his eyes.

"Arrest me? You jest! Here, I am the hunter, and you are the prey. I advise you not to make a mistake and surrender on the spot, lest you suffer physical pain!" Connor said sincerely, his smile unchanged.

(End of this chapter)