"I didn't expect you to survive. It's quite a surprise."
Morin looked ahead, raising an eyebrow slightly.
He held an alchemical grenade in his hand, tossing it up and down, his expression calm and serene.
"You...what...you...you..."
A wizard apprentice in the misty labyrinth screamed and retreated, staring at Morin with disbelief in his eyes.
Beside the wizard apprentice lay a scene of devastation, with two or three mangled corpses lying on the ground.
Dark red blood was slowly flowing out.
The wizard apprentice never expected that he and a few companions, who had originally planned to ambush a lone wizard apprentice and seemed to be almost successful, would suddenly have the wizard apprentice mysteriously take out several black spheres and casually throw them over.
Amidst intense flames and explosions, his companions all perished, and he barely survived thanks to a broken, enchanted item he had obtained by chance.
"You're lucky to have survived, but you don't need to live anymore," Morin smiled.
Upon hearing this, the wizard apprentice trembled.
Without thinking, he ran backward, wanting to leave.
But it was too late.
A streak of silver light suddenly flew over.
call out!
The wizard apprentice's body flew heavily into the air and was pinned to the tree trunk by the cross-shaped sword. The wizard apprentice's head was tilted to one side; he was already dead.
"There's no need to waste alchemical grenades on a mentally unstable wizard apprentice," a thought flashed through Morin's mind.
He couldn't help but touch his nose.
Then Morin stepped forward, drew his cross sword, and began searching the corpse for anything of value.
Morin has done similar things many times in the past few days. Others ambush him, and he ambushes them. Things are always unpredictable, but the result is always the same: everyone else dies.
It has to be said that with the alchemical grenade, Morin is actually quite safe.
"Explode, explode, explode! Something that can keep exploding must be really powerful."
Morin couldn't help but laugh.
During this period, Morin killed many wizard apprentices, but he has been controlling his absorption. So far, he has only gained one or two points, which is for safety reasons.
But Morin didn't let go of the things on those wizard apprentices. Now, Morin has a few more low-level magic stone cards, which means he has several thousand more magic stones. He also has a lot more of various materials. Now, Morin doesn't even care about ordinary things.
He even threw away many materials that ordinary wizard apprentices would have been extremely envious of. There was no other way; after all, the things Morin could take were limited without affecting his operations.
Morin continued on his way.
After walking for a while, he encountered a tall figure with two heads, a purplish-black body, and yellow saliva dripping from its mouth.
"roar!!!"
The tall figure was tearing apart the corpses of several wizard apprentices on the ground. When Morin appeared, it suddenly turned around and let out a huge roar at Morin.
With a whoosh, the wind rushed past, and the tall voice charged towards Morin.
"Hell Demon".
Morin raised an eyebrow slightly.
The Hell Demons are an underground race, strong and thick-skinned, but low in intelligence and with very low resistance to witchcraft. They are very weak beings in the underground world. They came with the Dark Elves, and Morin only glanced at them before losing interest.
Unexpectedly, this hellish demon actually killed several wizard apprentices.
"I was lucky, but that's where it ends."
Morin smiled.
He opened his palms, his lips moved slightly, and he chanted a witchcraft incantation. Immediately afterward, balls of deep red flame flew out from his hands and exploded on the Hell Demon's body.
This is a level zero spell, Exploding Fireball.
The Hell Demon started roaring, but soon it began to scream in agony, and finally, it fell silent.
As the smoke and dust cleared, several twitching pieces of corpse lay on the ground—the very bodies of the Hell Demon.
"Huh?"
Morin was not at all surprised by this result. He was about to turn around and leave when suddenly he let out a surprised exclamation.
The smoke and dust in front slowly dissipated, revealing two figures after it cleared.
One of them was shrouded in a long robe, with high cheekbones, giving him a cold and stern look. The other person's face was made of delicate white bone, which made him look a little absurd and strange.
There were two people, one on the ground and the other standing on the top of a tree.
As the smoke and dust cleared, their figures slowly appeared.
"Who are you?" Morin asked slowly, looking at the two people in front of him.
"Hmm, the magic just now was quite powerful. It must have been an improved version. And the person who improved the Exploding Fireball magic to have such power is a very extraordinary wizard."
Sig tilted his head slightly as he spoke with Varo.
"Hmph! What, do you think this wizard apprentice in front of you can compare to us?" Varo sneered.
"How could that be? You know, while his level zero sorcery is decent, it's still far from being as good as ours." Sig shrugged.
"Then let's kill him, he's going to die anyway."
"Varo said coldly."
Sig stood still, clearly acknowledging Varo's words.
"Listen, wizard apprentice, you're actually unlucky. You could have survived, but unfortunately, you ran into us, so you went to…" Varo turned around, about to say something.
But then Varo stopped speaking, staring at the two round black spheres flying in from the sky with a look of astonishment on his face.
boom!
Then the two alchemical grenades exploded.
With a whoosh, a figure wrapped in blood-red vines appeared. It was Morin. He looked at Varo in front of him, clenched his fist, and threw a heavy punch at him.
Bang!
Varo flew backward like a cannonball, smashing through several trees before finally crashing heavily into a giant tree and coming to a stop.
"Cough...cough cough...damn it...damn it!" Varo's face was pale, his chest heaving, and blood kept gushing from his mouth.
Without stopping, Morin pushed off the ground with his foot and charged off to the other side.
Sig was still in shock from what had just happened when suddenly he felt a tightness in his body. Countless blood-red vines had appeared out of nowhere, binding him and trying to trap him in place.
With a muffled thud, Morin's fist whistled as it slammed towards Sieg's forehead.
"Damn it!"
Sig's expression changed, and countless bone spurs immediately sprouted from his body. With a little force, they pierced through the blood-red vines that were binding him.
Then he immediately slipped away.
Feeling the sharp wind from Morin's fist that made his cheek sting, Sieg's expression changed drastically in an instant.
"Wait...wait a minute, wait a minute!" Sig shouted.
But Morin showed no sign of stopping. Countless crimson vines stretched out, catching the trees, and then pulled hard, causing his body to be pulled forward rapidly.
He chanted a witchcraft incantation while simultaneously throwing another punch.
Sig dodged awkwardly, then retreated several more times before finally standing still.
"I didn't expect you to dare to be an apprentice as powerful as us." Sig took a deep breath and said, "Let's talk, let's talk to each other."
Through his encounters with Sig and Varo, Morin had a pretty good idea of their strength.
"We can't kill them using conventional methods. It seems that this time, we'll have to use a large number of alchemical grenades," Morin thought to himself.
With a flick of his wrist, three alchemical grenades appeared in Morin's hand, as if he were about to throw them again.
However, he then heard what Sieg said, and after a thought, Morin seemed to remember something and stopped in his tracks.
"What do you want to say?" Morin asked. His voice was hoarse, a voice he had deliberately faked using witchcraft.
"Our strengths are about the same, there's absolutely no need for us to fight each other, it's unnecessary, really unnecessary." Sig's breathing was a little erratic as he said, "But why did you suddenly attack us?"
"You're all already planning to attack me, aren't you?"
Morin tilted his head, a hint of coldness in his voice.
Just kidding. In that situation, he would naturally have to strike first. Now, after experiencing so much, Morin is no longer a simple apprentice who knows nothing about how things work in the wizarding world.
If it weren't for the fact that these two wizard apprentices were quite powerful and that taking them out would likely consume a lot of alchemical grenades, he wouldn't have bothered to listen to what they were saying; he would have killed them long ago.
Upon hearing this, Sieg's breath caught in his throat.
"Well, this was an accident. You attacked us first, so it's been a tug-of-war, isn't it?" Sig smiled and said, "Let me introduce myself. I'm Sig, from the Bone Tower."
"He is Varo, the wizard apprentice of Hard Castle."
Sieg pointed to Varo, who was struggling to stand up, and introduced him.
"Jack, Jack the Ripper, from the Dark Forest." Morin's voice sounded indifferent.
"Jack the Ripper?"
Sieg read Morin's name aloud, then frowned. He had never heard of this name before. Could this be a powerful wizard apprentice hidden in the Dark Forest?
But that wasn't the main point. Sieg continued, "Jack, I want to tell you something. We're all strong, there's no need to fight each other from the start. We should have some unspoken agreement: kill the other weaker wizard apprentices first, and then..."
At first, Morin was patient enough to listen to Sieg.
However, not long after, he discovered that Varo's body had transformed into countless black flying insects and was slowly recovering from his injuries, and his expression changed instantly.
The chip's voice kept echoing in his mind.
boom!
Without a second thought, Morin immediately threw out the three alchemical grenades in his hand.
"Ah! Damn it! Jack! Jack! Jack the Ripper!"
Varo was caught completely off guard and was thrown into the air by the fire wave and shrapnel from the explosion. He let out a miserable scream, then turned around without hesitation and ran away into the distance.
Without the slightest hesitation, Morin moved and gave chase.
Sig was completely stunned when he saw this.
His feet transformed into a blur, and he instinctively stood in front of Morin.
"Jack, what are you doing…" Sig started to say something.
"Sig!"
Morin looked over, his eyes bloodshot and filled with ferocity, and said, "Do you want to die?!"
Do you want to die?
Sig's body trembled, and he instinctively stepped back.
Without the slightest hesitation, Morin chased after the heavily injured Varo ahead.
Sig stared blankly at the scene, his mind a complete blank.
He had no idea what was going on.
"Damn it!"
Sig watched as Morin and Varo disappeared, gritted his teeth, and ran in the direction they had vanished, quickly following after them.
...
"Your Highness, we have arrived."
In a secluded mountain forest.
A dozen or so beautiful young men and women gathered together, looking ahead with excitement in their eyes. They were dark elves.
A slightly older female dark elf spoke respectfully towards the front.
"Ani, I understand," the dark elf in front said calmly.
She was about fifteen or sixteen years old. Her face was naturally beautiful and ethereal without any makeup. She had a well-proportioned figure, petite yet voluptuous, and her whole being exuded an indescribable gentleness and nobility.
"This place should be where the Bloodline Imprint Stone is hidden, but it's a pity that we dark elves can't go in directly."
Freya sighed softly. She had fair skin, hair as black as pine smoke, and pointed ears that gave her a lively appearance.
However, the Night Mother was already prepared.
Freya had this thought in her mind.
"Have Alga and the others arrived?" Freya turned her head and asked.
"Your Highness, Alja and the others have already reached the sealed land; all that's missing is the bloodline seal stone from here."
Annie said respectfully.
"That's good, Annie, let's begin." Freya breathed a sigh of relief.
She waved her hand and said calmly.
Apart from a few dark elves on guard, the rest of the dark elves sat cross-legged on the ground, forming a spell circle, and remained motionless.
Low, incantation-like sounds echoed all around.
...
"Ah! You, you, you!" a wizard apprentice from the Azure Ring screamed, struggling incessantly, his eyes filled with uncontrollable fear.
Pfft!
A dull sound rang out.
The body then collapsed limply to the ground.
One hand slowly withdrew.
A group of people dressed in black robes stood silently, looking at the figure in silver robes in front of them with expressions of respect and fervor.
Because the person in front of them was none other than the Gintama Child, who hadn't appeared in a long time in their organization, Gintama Hands.
"The wizard apprentice of the Blue Ring, so this is all there is to it."
"However, I really miss the Blue Ring."
The silver figure spoke softly, his voice tinged with a hint of wistfulness.
"Can you sense it?" He turned around and suddenly asked.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, we haven't detected anything yet," a figure in black robes stepped forward and said respectfully.
The silver figure nodded, showing no surprise whatsoever.
After all, as a bloodline possessor, he knew all too well what kind of power a powerful bloodline could possess. Moreover, the power of this bloodline was not even weaker than his own.
"A power comparable to Purgatory? I'm really looking forward to it, I really want to see it."
The silver-clad figure spoke in a low voice.
He had some thoughts on his mind.
Then a slight smile appeared on his lips.
"Do you know why I wanted to kill the Green Ring and the wizard apprentices of the Dark Forest?"
"because...."
The silver-haired figure is talking to itself, yet it also seems to be conversing with others.
He smiled.
Then he turned around and walked in another direction, towards another road.
"Alright, let's go."