In the woods.
Several wizard apprentices stood together.
They were wearing robes from their respective wizarding organizations, clearly from different groups, but they showed no sign of fighting.
Since their strengths were roughly equal, the apprentices did not clash, but instead chose to coexist peacefully for the time being.
After all, conflict can cause injury, and doing such a thing for no reason is undoubtedly foolish.
Moreover, they were not ordinary wizard apprentices, but rather the best in their respective wizarding organizations.
The apprentices are chatting.
"Sieg, your Bone Tower has a very deep understanding of various necromancy and undead magic. This time, many of the corpses of wizard apprentices have undergone strange changes. Sieg, what are your thoughts on this?"
A young man looked at Sieg and chuckled softly.
He had fiery red hair, deep-set eyes, and a profound, sinister aura.
He is Bivis, and from his robes, it is clear that he is a wizarding apprentice from the Dark Forest.
Sig had a smooth face formed from delicate white bone. Upon hearing this, the corners of his mouth curved into a smile, but combined with his face, it gave people an odd feeling.
"I have no opinion," Sieg replied.
Bivis raised an eyebrow.
After a moment of silence, someone spoke up.
Beside Bivis were several other people. The one who spoke was a young man with blond hair. He had a bright smile on his face and said, "Speaking of which, what happened this time is really interesting. The corpses have undergone such a strange change. No wonder the various wizarding organizations made us fight each other. Really, tsk tsk."
The blond-haired youth was named Dulin, and he was a wizard apprentice from the Blue Ring.
"We're almost at the place where the anomaly occurred. Everyone, what do you think we should do next?" Dulin looked around.
They actually represent the most outstanding wizard apprentices among several wizarding organizations, such as the Azure Ring, the Dark Forest, the Misty Labyrinth, the Bone Tower, and Had Castle. Even compared with the core members of wizarding families, they are in no way inferior, and may even be stronger.
In a sense, they are the wizards of the future.
Only a handful of people could gather with them.
Dulin from the Blue Ring, Bivis from the Dark Forest, Sig and Beck from the Bone Tower, Carter from the Misty Labyrinth, and a mysterious girl from Hard Castle.
Dulin's gaze involuntarily fell on the girl.
She was shrouded in a large white robe, her face obscured by it, her gaze indifferent, making her appear mysterious.
However, the wizarding energy within her was subtly surging, demonstrating her undeniable power.
Actually, more than one person was curious about the girl, but no one paid much attention to her, since no one wanted to cause trouble at this time.
"What can we do? What else can we do but kill the others?" Carter, a wizarding apprentice from the Misty Labyrinth, said calmly. "Once everyone else is dead, then it's all over, isn't it?"
"That's very true. So, could we consider forming an alliance?"
Sieg smiled.
He had used this method before, collaborating with Varo of Hard Castle. Initially, it worked quite well, if only he hadn't encountered that particular person...
Jack.
Jack the Ripper.
Sieg's expression faltered for a moment, but he concealed it well and quickly recovered.
No one answered.
Carter and the others glanced at him, smiled, and then looked away without saying a word.
"Sieg, we can all guarantee our own survival, so whether we unite or not makes little difference," Dulin said, the blue ring emblem on his robe fluttering in the wind. "We do not want to cooperate with members of the Black Wizarding Organization."
"Because we must be extremely vigilant, it is unnecessary if we can all guarantee our own survival."
"Moreover, there are two people in the White Bone Tower: besides you, who are very strong, there is also Baker."
"This guy's a madman, an arrogant lunatic."
"The Dark Forest is also a dark wizarding organization, but I think Bivis doesn't want to cooperate with you and let that madman stay by your side."
As Dulin spoke, he glanced at Bivis, who was shrouded in a black robe and remained silent beside him.
Sig paused for a moment, then shook his head.
That's right. With that madman Baker around, not to mention the members of other wizarding organizations, even he himself is very wary. You know, when Baker goes berserk, he won't hesitate to kill even the wizarding apprentices in the Bone Tower.
Just then, a commotion arose ahead.
"What happened?"
"Baker has run into a wizard apprentice and they're about to fight."
"Interesting, really interesting."
Bivis and Dulin quickly understood what had happened, and without much hesitation, they moved forward.
Soon, everything in front of them came into view.
Bivis and the others didn't show much reaction, only a slight surprise, but when Sieg saw the figure standing opposite Beck, his expression changed.
"It's him!"
"Jack!"
Jack the Ripper!
Sieg caught his breath as a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
......
Maureen looked at Baker in front of her.
His expression remained indifferent, but Morin showed no contempt for the arrogant Baker who appeared before him.
It's very simple. Beck can't have become a wizard apprentice without being a fool. He must have confidence in himself to say such a thing.
Moreover, Beck comes from the terrifying dark wizarding organization, the Bone Tower.
Other wizards might say such things out of arrogance or foolishness, but for a wizarding apprentice like Beck to say such things demonstrates a strong confidence in his own abilities.
There are very few fools in the dark wizarding organization.
"Indeed, your words are exactly the same as those of the wizard apprentices I killed before they died."
"You could have survived, but alas, Jack, you met me."
Baker shook his head, then held up his palm and said, "Then you have to accept it."
Bang!
The soil was lifted up, and a muffled, thunderous explosion suddenly rang out. Beck's body suddenly leaped into the air, and in mid-air, he slammed his fist heavily down on Morin's forehead.
"Simmons!"
Morin didn't seem flustered at all. He opened his hand, and instantly, a deep red fireball flew out from his palm.
A slight smile appeared on Baker's face. His lips moved slightly, and then he opened his mouth and exhaled a breath of cold air.
The white, chilling air shot out like an arrow, colliding with the exploding fireball before both dissipating, though the surrounding magical energy was disrupted.
Morin narrowed his eyes slightly.
Judging from Beck's reaction, he was preparing the cold magic spell while he was leaping into the air to defend against possible magical attacks.
At that moment, Sieg's fist was already in front of Morin's eyes.
Mo Lin was about to try to withstand the attack with his superior physical abilities, but the chip immediately provided an analysis that made his expression change drastically. With a slight thought, without hesitation, his body was enveloped in a layer of blood-red armor, and he slid backward at high speed.
Bang!
The tree trunk cracked open, sending large flakes of white wood chips flying everywhere, falling like snowflakes.
With a creak, the tree swayed for a moment before finally crashing to the ground with a terrible thud.
"Ding! Data analysis as follows."
"Baker, third-class apprentice, strength: 9.7, speed: 9.8, physique: 9.8, mental strength: 8.4, suspected of undergoing significant witchcraft modifications, danger level: strong!"
Morin stood quietly, with data streams and charts invisible to others appearing before his eyes.
Thinking about the attack just now, Morin's expression turned somewhat grim.
"No wonder his mental strength is so much weaker after being modified by witchcraft," Morin thought to himself as he looked at Baker in the distance.
With a whoosh, Baker slowly withdrew his hand.
At this moment, Beck's right arm had changed into something else entirely. It was extremely thick, about the thickness of a normal person's waist, and was a pale green color. Stretching green filaments emerged from it, wriggling and forming constantly pulsating green tendons.
This is no longer a human arm; clearly, it belongs to a limb of a high-energy creature.
"You actually thought of dodging instead of foolishly taking my attack head-on, that's quite clever of you," Baker said.
His voice had changed; it was hoarse and low, as if he had a piece of iron in his mouth. At the same time, Baker's eyes were slightly red, and he looked very abnormal.
"Hmm, not bad, there are also demonized items."
Baker's gaze fell on Morin, and then he chuckled softly.
"This is limb grafting surgery; what profound expertise in mutation science!" Morin let out a soft breath.
"Yes, it's a limb grafting surgery. How about it, not bad, right?"
The red light in Baker's eyes grew stronger and stronger, gradually revealing a look of madness. He said, "You know what? I paid a lot for this arm, tsk tsk..."
"Jack, enchanted items are not very useful. I can also obtain enchanted items, but I gave them up for my limb grafting surgery. I firmly believe that my strength is such that I don't need enchanted items at all."
"Because when you are strong enough, things like enchanted items will lose their meaning."
"Baker said in a hoarse voice."
"What a pity, you're not strong enough, or rather, you don't even have the right to call yourself strong!" Morin sneered.
He unleashed a series of spells at Beck, but they had little effect. Beck had clearly been trained in this area, and he either dodged the spells or countered them with corresponding spells.
call!
Green threads shot out from Baker's arm, and with a slight pull, they grabbed nearby trees. Then, using the force, Baker instantly appeared next to Morin.
His fist was raised high, forming a huge shadow.
Then his fist came crashing down.
call!
A low, whistling wind.
"Die!"
A sinister grin spread across Baker's face.
But at that moment, Beck suddenly noticed tiny, blood-red vines appearing all around him, trying to tightly bind and entangle him.
"It's no use! Get out of my way!" Baker roared, and with a slight struggle, he broke off all the blood-red vines.
Even if he managed to break free, Baker's actions caused him a moment's delay.
Several small black spheres flew over; they were alchemical grenades.
"It's those ghostly things!"
Baker had heard rumors about Morin and knew something about Morin's methods, so his expression changed immediately.
He tried to escape, but it was too late.
Boom boom boom.
An explosion rang out, flames splattered everywhere, and Beck let out a bloodcurdling scream.
Morin's expression was indifferent as he slid eerily across the ground, protected by his blood-red armor.
"Jack!"
Jack the Ripper!
Beck's body swayed incessantly in the flames as he screamed shrilly. Suddenly, his right hand flicked, and countless green threads twisted and turned, eventually forming a green thread as thick as a finger, which shot towards Morin like an arrow.
call out!
Morin attacked the green thread with acid missiles, then slashed forward heavily with his cross sword, cutting off the powerless green thread.
A deep voice came from above, accompanied by the sound of a cross-shaped sword.
Freya appeared in a flash as Morin unleashed his cross-shaped sword. In her tightly clenched hand, the slender cross-shaped sword gleamed with intense black light. Taking advantage of Morin's exhaustion of his old strength and inability to mobilize his physical power, she slashed at Morin's back to launch a sneak attack.
She had been secretly following Morin, and now she had finally found the opportunity to make her move.
Suddenly, Morin turned around and looked at Freya.
His eyes were filled with indifference as he said, "Dark Elf, have you finally decided to show yourself?"
"I've been waiting for you for a long time."