As Malcolm’s body trembled uncontrollably with ecstasy, the blood sphere slowly floated closer to him.
Malcolm gazed at the blood sphere, opened his mouth, and completely absorbed it into his body.
His expression remained unchanged, and then a wave of magic power rippled from within.
In the blink of an eye, Malcolm transford entirely into a blood-red figure, his surface covered with fresh red flesh, resembling a skinned person.
He glanced at the pool before him, crossed his arms over his chest, and with a flicker, appeared floating above the blood pool.
Malcolm extended his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and struck the ground with a punch.
Instantly, the pool beneath him shattered, and the ground cracked like a spider’s web, causing the whole basent to shake, emphasizing the imnse power of this punch.
A terrifying smile appeared on Malcolm’s face: "Excellent."
This was a spell Malcolm had prepared for a long ti, which originally required more ti to succeed.
Conveniently, he needed to participate in the Cradle Operation this ti, so he spent so extra ti researching it in advance.
This was a spell Malcolm studied on his own, using countless pieces of flesh containing negative emotions like resentnt, hatred, and fear to condense the current blood-red skin.
This blood-red skin endowed Malcolm with unmatched speed and strength, making ordinary Level 1 Wizards impossible to be his match.
More importantly, this blood-red skin also had the effect of absorbing spell magic power.
Many spells, instead of harming him, would actually replenish his magic power when they hit him.
Malcolm was very satisfied with the spell’s effect; with such physical power combined with his spell power, he was already contemplating which rule power to choose for advancing to a Level 2 Wizard.
In his eyes, it was impossible for anyone to be his opponent anymore.
Participants in the Cradle Operation were at most those at the limit stage of Crystalization Wizard. Unless soone had advanced to Level 2 Wizard, there would be no qualitative change, and Malcolm didn’t think anyone could threaten him.
Before possessing the blood-red skin, Malcolm was already a strong figure among Crystalization Wizards; now he had taken it to another level, naturally, he was very confident.
Suddenly, Malcolm seed to sense sothing and turned to see a middle-aged man with a diterranean look behind him.
"Teacher," Malcolm said respectfully.
Fran nodded, looking at Malcolm with satisfaction: "Very good, you have exceptional talent to research such a powerful spell by yourself. You should have no problem with the Cradle Operation this ti, just be mindful to keep a low profile when you’re outside."
"Especially since your spells tend to attract criticism. While the teacher isn’t afraid of these things, dealing with them can be troubleso, so try to give less trouble."
Malcolm said disdainfully: "Why should the teacher care about those people’s words? In my opinion, those with insufficient strength are just experintal materials, not much different from pigs and dogs. Occasionally killing so ordinary people and the weak for experints, is it such a strong reaction?"
Fran laughed, walked over, and said, "You’re just too young; there are so things you can do but shouldn’t openly admit. Keeping a low profile is always beneficial to you."
Malcolm didn’t speak, clearly disagreeing with Fran’s view.
Fran knew he wouldn’t listen to these words and didn’t say much, otherwise Malcolm would find it annoying again.
For this student, he had both love and hate: exceptionally talented, arguably the most gifted Wizard Fran had seen over the years, truly a prodigy.
But this student was too arrogant, dismissing everyone, including Fran.
Although Malcolm was a little more respectful in front of Fran, Fran knew that this student looked down on everyone.
But Fran didn’t care either; young people, it’s normal to have a bit of sharpness, geniuses are like this.
Fran laughed and said, "Prepare well. When you return from that low-tier world, I have a surprise for you, I’ve prepared a very nice gift."
After speaking, his figure slowly faded away, leaving only Malcolm in the basent.
Malcolm glanced at the empty blood pool: "When I return, I’ll need to replenish it."
After the blood-red skin dissipated from his body, it revealed a face full of freckles.
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Silver Moon City, Northern Pier.
"Wait for at ho."
Herag smiled, embraced Reese briefly, and then turned to board the airship.
Reese watched him leave, reluctant to look away even as the airship disappeared into the distance.
Four months later, the Cradle Operation would begin, and Herag needed to depart early for the Central Region.
Silver Moon City was located farthest south, too far from the Central Region; it would take three months by airship.
To avoid any unforeseen delays, Herag set off four months in advance.
This ti, Herag was traveling alone; only he from Silver Moon City was chosen.
Thirty spots, distributed among so many cities and forces in Serlandir, were quite limited.
Many cities didn’t even have a single spot; Herag’s was arranged by Parker personally from this side.
Parker was still in the Elf Plane; Plane Wars don’t end quickly.
Though still over there, Parker occasionally checked on the situation on the Wizard Plane; it was just a matter of him saying a word.
Pries, due to being responsible for Silver Moon City’s security, couldn’t accompany Herag either.
Herag didn’t need anyone to accompany him anyway; once he reached the Central Region, soone would naturally receive him.
This ti, Herag was still staying in the most luxurious suite; as he represented Serlandir, it was on a public trip without his own expense.
This luxury suite on the airship was identical to the one he had before; Herag found that the interior structures of these large airships were all the sa, seeming to be one model.
With the experience from last ti, Herag casually started brewing a pot of coffee, opened the window, and watched the scenery outside.
After a bath, Herag sat on the bed and began ditation.
A star’s shadow in his mind was about to solidify, marking the second star since advancing to Crystalization.
At the Crystalization Wizard stage, the ditation speed visibly slowed compared to before.
It’s known that Crystalization Wizards have a limit state, where, at that point, spiritual power can hardly increase further.
Before that state, the growth of spiritual power already beca increasingly slow.
The higher the spiritual power, the more difficult it beca to continue its growth, slowing down the star’s success rate in ditation.
However, Herag’s speed now seed unchanged from before, completely relying on the energy stored in the Divine Core within his Bloodline Mark.
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