Wizard Earl

Chapter 698 Secret Techniques

Seeing old Victor showing weakness, Margaret, behind her silver mask, felt a surge of smugness. She taunted him, "Old Victor, are you feeling fear and begging for mercy? Hmph, give up struggling! No matter what you do today, you're going to die here!"

Faced with Margaret's mockery, the shrewd old Victor showed no anger. He simply smiled slightly at the mysterious man before him, and then a kerosene lamp quickly appeared in his hand. Upon seeing the kerosene lamp, Margaret immediately understood.

It turned out that old Victor's words were just a way to buy her time. Realizing this, Margaret felt fooled and her eyes immediately turned sharp. The two blood-red streaks in her hands instantly turned into five, all attacking old Victor at once.

Although Margaret's crimson streaks were incredibly sharp, she had just been outmaneuvered by Old Victor, who had given him time to prepare. So, facing the five crimson streaks coming straight at him, Old Victor, holding the "kerosene lamp," took a deep breath and calmly cut his own palm, letting the blood drip onto the "kerosene lamp."

However, this time, the side effects that old Victor suffered from sacrificing his own blood to the "kerosene lamp" were obviously more severe than when he was trapped in the Castia magic circle by Connor last time. When the blood gushing from his cut palm was swallowed by the "kerosene lamp", old Victor, who was already hunched over, trembled very obviously. His wrinkled old face turned as pale as paper, and his aura obviously weakened!

Of course, the effect of Old Victor using this "kerosene lamp" at such a great cost was extraordinary. The "kerosene lamp" emitted an orange-yellow light. This orange-yellow light looked harmless, and the light was not dazzling. The area illuminated was only two or three square meters. However, Margaret's five blood-red streaks of murderous intent stopped immediately upon contact with this orange-yellow light, unable to move forward even an inch.

Seeing this incredible scene, just as Margaret was wondering why Old Victor's seemingly insignificant "kerosene lamp" had such great power, the pale-faced Old Victor quickly and carefully took out a small red wooden box from his spatial ring.

With trembling right hand, he opened the wooden box, took out a translucent pink candy, and put it in his mouth. This "pink candy" had an immediate effect on old Victor. A normal blush immediately appeared on his pale face, his body stopped trembling, and his breathing gradually became steady.

Sensing the changes in old Victor's body, Margaret became anxious. After hesitating for a moment, she made a decision. Margaret took out a black dagger from her spatial ring. It looked very ancient and was engraved with mysterious runes. After carefully examining the dagger, Margaret hardened her heart and stabbed the dagger into her right arm!

"snort!"

The dagger pierced her skin, and waves of intense pain washed over Margaret's nerves. Margaret closed her eyes in agony, and blood gushed from the wound on her arm. However, what was surprising was that while Margaret's blood was normally red, it shimmered with an eerie light, a sight that sent chills down one's spine…

Despite the immense pain, Margaret endured it all, gritting her teeth as she chanted the incantation, determined not to suffer in vain.

"Pavaanello... Maurizio... Cristiano... Gonzalo... Aveiro..."

A long string of obscure, ancient incantations came from Margaret's mouth. As the incantation resounded, blood gushing from the wound on Margaret's right arm floated in mid-air as droplets, then flew towards the crimson streak. Infused with Margaret's blood, the crimson streak she unleashed instantly emitted an extremely alluring red light, its power more than doubling.

Sensing the increased power of the crimson ribbon, Margaret's eyes lit up with relief. She immediately removed the dagger from the wound on her right arm. Without the dagger's restraint, under Margaret's spell, the wound on her right arm immediately began to heal.

After quickly tending to the wound on her arm, Margaret, her face pale from blood loss, flicked her wrist, manipulating the crimson streak of light to attack old Victor with perfect precision. Margaret's self-mutilation was indeed formidable; the kerosene lamp in old Victor's hand, which had previously been unable to penetrate her defenses, now emitted an orange glow, and she instantly broke into its glow.

Seeing that even his most prized possession couldn't stop the mysterious man's blood magic, Old Victor, whose expression had just relaxed somewhat, immediately became serious again. However, facing the greatly increased power of the crimson streak, he had no good solutions. The only thing he could do was to fully activate the kerosene lamp in his hand to resist the crimson streak in Margaret's hand, slowing its progress in the orange light and making it unable to move an inch. Then, relying on his powerful mental strength, he launched a mental attack on Margaret!

Old Victor was extremely confident in his mental strength, but when he focused his mind and launched a mental attack on the mysterious man in front of him, to his surprise, the silver mask worn by the mysterious man emitted a warm light, completely neutralizing his mental attack.

"This is... Mithril Spiritual Art? How do you possess such a demonized item? Who exactly are you?"

Old Victor was taken aback when his well-practiced mental attack failed. However, he quickly recognized the method of crafting the mask worn by the mysterious man. Even the usually shrewd and calculating Old Victor was shocked and immediately demanded:

Margaret was clearly surprised by Old Victor's strong reaction to her silver mask. She had learned from Martina that Old Victor was skilled in mental attacks, so she had brought this mental protective enchanted item that Connor had once made for her in an attempt to resist Old Victor's mental attacks.

(End of this chapter)