Wizard Earl

Chapter 564 Taking Action (2)

Alex Sandro was already injured, and now he had been hit by the mental impact amplified by the mental power of his Silver Pendant, and was trapped in the Castia Magic Array. Under these circumstances, Connor couldn't think of any way Sandro could escape from him!

"Who are you? I am a wizard of the Celta Cult, and Belotti is my mentor!" Trapped in the Castilian magic circle, blood still flowing from his ears and nose, and looking utterly disheveled, Alex Sandro shouted as he cautiously guarded against the surrounding black mist, trying to communicate with the master of the magic circle.

Sensing the terrifying power of the surrounding magic array, Sandro's heart sank. Although his alchemical knowledge was insufficient for him to recognize what the magic array that had trapped him was, as a senior wizard apprentice, he still had a keen eye. He knew very well that the terrifying power this magic array was currently displaying was no ordinary magic array. Given his current physical condition, Sandro knew that if he continued to fight, he would likely perish completely within the magic array.

Therefore, Sandro decisively revealed his identity as a Celtic wizard and the name of his mentor, hoping to make the other party wary.

After waiting for about ten seconds without receiving a response from the magic circle, Alex Sandro remained cautious, but inwardly he was happy, as if he saw a glimmer of hope for survival. He felt that the Celtic Church and the name of his mentor had intimidated the wizard who had ambushed him.

"Who are you? I think there must be some misunderstanding between us. Why don't you show yourself so we can talk and clear things up!" Taking a deep breath, Sandro smiled politely at his blood-stained face. However, the smile on his fierce-looking face looked rather comical.

"Who am I? You've been looking for me for so long, don't you know who I am?"

Connor, who was outside the magic circle and heard Sandro's voice, chuckled and said to the magic circle with a hint of sarcasm:

In those last ten seconds or so, he had been busy deploying his forces, conjuring up a Black Knight within the magic circle to prepare for a swift kill on Sandro. He had no time to deal with Sandro, a man on the verge of death. As for the Celta Cult Sandro mentioned? He, Connor, dared to oppose the Secret Society; what were a few bastards in the Celta Cult? And that so-called mentor for formal wizards? Ha! Connor believed that it wouldn't be long before he, Connor Ferguson, himself became a formal wizard.

Upon hearing Connor's response, Alex Sandro was initially stunned, then his expression changed instantly, and he said incredulously, "You're not Connor Ferguson, are you... the heir to the Ferguson family?"

"I don't have time to waste with you. Now I'll ask you a question, and you'll answer it. You should know the consequences of refusing me!" Seeing that Sandro had recognized him, Connor said coldly. As soon as he finished speaking, he had a thought, and Alex Sandro, who hadn't yet realized that Connor Ferguson was the one who was attacking him, immediately felt that the terrifying magic circle that was trapping him was imposing extremely strong restrictions on his mental and magical power.

"So you're already a high-level wizard apprentice..." Even though the facts were right in front of him, Sandro's face was still filled with shock. After a moment, the shock on his face turned into bitterness. He raised his head and looked at the surrounding mist, saying, "It seems that Lindelof died at your hands a few years ago, right? Your current level of cultivation must all be thanks to that fire-attribute gem, right?"

By the end, Alex Sandro's voice was filled with envy, jealousy, and longing.

Connor did not answer Sandro's question as Sandro expected, but instead unleashed another mental shockwave at Sandro.

"snort!"

This time, although Sandro was prepared, the mental attack was truly unpredictable. In addition, the warning was very faint and the speed was very fast. Even though Sandro had resisted some of the power, the remaining power of Connor's mental attack still made Sandro groan in pain.

"You've talked too much nonsense. I'll say it again: don't try to bargain with me. In the current situation, if I want you to die, you have to die. If I want you to suffer a fate worse than death, you have to suffer a fate worse than death!" Connor said in a deep voice, his tone extremely domineering and arrogant.

The reason Connor isn't attacking Sandro now, but instead wants to question him, isn't because he's afraid of Sandro's strength. It's simply because he wants Sandro to answer some questions that have been puzzling him. In the current situation, killing Sandro wouldn't be difficult for Connor, but using Mind Control on Sandro to extract the information he wants from his memories is not an easy task. That's why Connor is being lenient by allowing Alex Sandro to live a little longer.

"Connor Ferguson, you can't kill me! If you kill me, your entire Ferguson family will be executed!" However, to Connor's surprise, his leniency was not rewarded. Alex Sandro shouted wildly at the surrounding mist, spouting nonsense.

Upon hearing the words "to make the entire Ferguson family pay with their lives," a cold glint appeared in Connor's eyes. Although he didn't have much affection for the Ferguson family, he hated being threatened. So, he could have given Alex Sandro a less painful and quicker death, but now Connor had changed his mind. He wanted Alex Sandro to suffer greatly and die screaming in despair.

Still unable to grasp his tragic fate, Alex Sandro, clinging to the illusion of using the Ferguson family to threaten Connor into a corner and prevent him from acting rashly, continued his mad rant: "My mentor Belotti knows I left the Celta Cult, and the Celta Cult knows it too. Connor Ferguson, if you kill me, you will face the wrath of the Celta Cult. Whether you die or not, the entire Ferguson family will perish!"

Connor showed no more mercy to Alex Sandro; his cold, emotionless voice echoed within the Castilian magic circle.

"superior!"

With the appearance of this word "up," Sunderland, who was still hoping that the Celta Cult and the name of his mentor could intimidate Connor, was horrified to find that ten black knights, wielding steel knives, with eyes devoid of any emotion and feeling no pain, were attacking him from all sides!

(End of this chapter)