Bloody Battlefield, Dark Cave.
A group of believers of the Church of Truth was gathered in the hall, discussing the attack on the Bloody Fortress.
“…Lars, there have been enough Wraiths gathered in the Dark Swamp recently. Let them revive. Gather the group of Red Scorched Earth and push them toward the Bloody Fortress.”
“…The 13th Tidal Day is about to arrive. How are Latichona and the others?”
The Church of Truth’s deacon, Prince Bloodbat, asked the Dark Wizard in front of him.
A Dark Wizard went forward and asked, “There’s no news from Mules for the time being. Latichona sent a letter the day before yesterday and it has arrived at the Valley of the Dead. She should have succeeded by now…”
Hualala! At this moment, a voice sounded.
Immediately, a ball of purple smoke flew into the hall.
The dark wizard said, “She’s back!”
This was the flying spell that Latichona often used.
The purple smoke passed through a long passage and soon landed in the hall. The smoke twisted and turned into a human figure. It was Latichona.
However, Latichona, who had just appeared, staggered and fell forward.
The Dark Wizards in the hall looked at each other.
Prince Bloodbat quickly walked forward. “What happened? Latichona, where’s Alf? Why didn’t he come back with you?”
Latichona panted heavily for a while, then struggled to stand up.
She gritted her teeth. “I failed. Alf was left behind.”
“What!”
The Dark Wizards were shocked.
Prince Bloodbat frowned. “There are high-level Wizards stationed in the Valley of the Dead? Could it be the Great Elves sent by the Elves?”
Latichona shook her head. “No.”
“It’s a Wizard that I’ve never seen before. He’s not strong. He’s just a low-level Wizard, but he mastered a rule-type spell. Alf wasn’t prepared, so he was left behind. I even used an Egg of Darkness.”
The Egg of Darkness was a kind of soul substitute material. After signing a contract with a Wizard, when a Wizard died, they could use the Egg of Darkness to be reborn.
Everyone frowned.
At this time, everyone noticed that there was still some cellular clothing left on Latichona’s body. It was obvious that she had just recovered.
“A beginner Wizard? He’s mastered a rule-type spell?”
“Is that true?”
“Is he a genius from some family?”
Latichona’s words immediately caused a stir among the Dark Wizards. A rule-type spell was definitely a powerful spell that every Wizard yearned for. It could be said that it was the greatest pursuit of spells before the Stigmata.
At this time, a Wizard suddenly said, “The last time, Mules’ student was also stopped by a Wizard, causing him to fail. I heard that his combat strength was also very outstanding. Could it be that it was the same person this time?”
“Ah, I remember it too. There is such a thing.”
“I heard that he is a Knight.”
Everyone’s eyes turned to Latichona.
Latichona nodded. “The kid who stopped us also knows those human moves.”
“I see!”
“It seems that there is no mistake. It is a person!”
Prince Bloodbat’s face became gloomy. “Quiet!”
“The 13th Tidal Day is coming soon, and Anavis’ bloodline is still nowhere to be found. How much longer are you going to waste your time on this mess?”
The crowd quieted down.
Prince Bloodbat continued, “This matter must be dealt with immediately…”
Hualala! At this moment, a crisp sound rang out.
“Mules, Mules has returned.”
A ball of black smoke quickly flew in from outside the cave and quickly landed in the middle of the cave. The black smoke transformed into a human figure. It was Mules.
After standing still, Mules immediately bowed and said, “Deacon.”
Prince Bloodbat raised his hand and hurriedly asked, “Alright, Mules. Latichona’s side has failed. How is it on your side? You won’t disappoint me again, am I right?”
Mules glanced at Latichona, his tone full of contempt. “Heh, some people will fail too?”
Latichona snorted coldly and didn’t say anything.
Mules then took out a potion bottle from his dimensional pocket. The bottle contained bright red liquid.
He handed the bottle over and said, “I, Mules, never disappoint.”
Prince Bloodbat took the bottle and said, “Hahaha, good!”
“This time, I want to see what else the Bloody Fortress can do to stop the tide of Wraiths!”
…
Two weeks later, in the Bloody Battlefield, in the Valley of the Dead, in Heath’s laboratory tent.
Gulp! Gulp! Gulp! A clear sound rang out.
Inside the black pot, colorful liquids were churning non-stop, and large patches of grayish-white smoke were gushing out.
In front of the black pot, Heath was mixing all kinds of strange materials.
On one side of the tent, there was a fat and strong figure. It was the Dark Wizard, Alf, who had been taken down by Heath.
However, Alf’s pupils had already dilated, and there were no elemental fluctuations on his body. It was obvious that he was no longer breathing.
After bringing Alf back that day, Heath interrogated him for a while, but he couldn’t get anything out of him. He extracted Alf’s soul and sent it to the fortress with a raven. The rest of the body was used by Heath as experimental materials.
A Wizard-level corpse, and it was a body modification Wizard. This was a rare material.
Using this material, Heath completed a darkness spell that he had always wanted to try —
Soul Servant.
This was a very high-level darkness spell. It cut off a part of one’s soul and put it into a specific material to make a servant that one could use at will.
Heath had been very interested in this spell since a long time ago, but this spell had a very high requirement for soul power, so he had never tried it.
Until recently, through continuous efforts, his soul mutation rate had reached 30%.
After the soul mutation rate reached 30%, there were many things that could be done with the soul, and cutting off the soul was one of them.
At this time, the Dark Wizard came to him, so Heath thought about it and decided to use the Dark Wizard’s corpse to make his own Soul Servant.
“Ghost Grass 15g…”
“Necromancer’s Flowers 3…”
In the room, Heath threw various materials into the black pot in front of him. As he stirred the black pot, the liquid quickly changed.
When the last material was put in, the liquid in the black pot finally stabilized. At this time, what was left in the pot was a pure black liquid, like melted black glue.
“Wah! Wah! Wah!” A strange sound rang out, like the cry of a child.
The black glue-like liquid quickly twisted and changed, squirming like a worm on the pot.
Heath took out a potion bottle and filled it with all the liquid.
He tilted it gently, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face. “It’s done, Soul Splitting Potion…”