Wizard: Starting fro Chapter 311: The Crawford Clan’s Infighting

Chapter 311: Chapter 311: The Crawford Clan’s Infighting

As Samuel spoke, he also activated his own Bloodline Power, quickly transforming into a form similar to Bell’s, with an aura even stronger than Bell’s.

A trace of fear actually appeared on Bell’s face. He knew very well that his younger brother was a monster, both in talent and in other aspects.

In a true fight, he was likely not a match for Samuel.

"Cough... cough..."

At this mont, Reid managed to stand up, constantly coughing up black blood that was still swirling with violent energy.

This clearly indicated his poor condition, showing that the power carried by the Shadow Blade was rampaging inside Reid, and if not dealt with promptly, he would likely die.

The fact that Reid could still stand in such a state only showed that his physique was indeed strong and his willpower sufficiently resilient.

He stood in front of Bell, his burly fra hunched, with wounds on his chest and back still Bleeding continuously, the black blood trickling onto the ground and flowing away.

"Oh, Reid, you’re quite a good servant, but do you dare make a move against ? Can you even make a move against

now?" Samuel said with a smile, his youthful face full of killing intent.

Reid didn’t speak, nor did he show any expression on his face. He was rely still fulfilling his duty, which was to protect Bell.

He indeed couldn’t attack Samuel, but he would do everything possible to protect Bell; that was his task.

So next, he would likely just take the beating, unable to attack Samuel while still trying to protect Bell, despite being critically wounded and close to death.

Reid was rely a servant of the Crawford Clan, dragged into the family’s internal strife, and his sacrifice was rely an inevitable outco.

He didn’t have many feelings about it; he just knew that as long as he was alive and could move, he had to complete his task.

Samuel’s figure suddenly blurred; he didn’t charge directly at Bell but rather moved swiftly around the two like a ghost, leaving trails of afterimages.

At the sa ti, his hands were moving rapidly, launching Shadow Blades that were dense like a real, with spatial cutting ripples along the edges. These deadly black rain-like blades shot towards Bell and the Reid standing in front of him from all directions and exceedingly tricky angles.

He intended to tear apart the two n and their hopes with absolute power.

Reid suddenly spread his arms wide, like an unfurled tattered flag, shielding Bell obstinately behind him.

He couldn’t counterattack; all he could do was mobilize the remaining, violently chaotic Bloodline Power within him to form an extrely thin, flickering dark red aura on his body surface, relying on his scarred, iron-like body to withstand the deadly assault.

The sound of sharp blades piercing flesh was like the drumbeats of death, as countless Shadow Blades easily tore through the thin aura, embedding harshly into Reid’s body.

Shoulders, arms, waist, abdon, legs... in an instant, Reid’s body, like a battered ragdoll, was pierced by dozens of shadow blades, and blood gushed like fountains from every wound.

The massive impact forced him to retreat repeatedly, leaving a trail of dark red footprints with every step.

Taking advantage of the mont when Reid’s body obstructed the attacks for him, Bell unfurled his wings and instantly moved beyond the range of the Shadow Blades.

Samuel snorted coldly, his form suddenly appearing beside Reid, as he conjured a massive Shadow Giant Scythe radiating terrifying obliteration energy and swung it fiercely at Reid’s nearly severed neck.

Reid had no strength left to defend or dodge, and his head flew high, while his burly body collapsed heavily on its back.

"Dark Erosion Torrent!" Bell seized the chance, rapidly thrusting his hands forward.

A previously unseen dark torrent, thick as ink and exuding a terrifying aura of decay and devour, surged like waters from a breached Nether River, sweeping towards Samuel, who had just dealt with Reid, with a will to destroy everything.

The vertical eye on Samuel’s forehead spun slightly, and a dense black Energy Giant Shield engraved with countless runes materialized instantly in front of him.

The Dark Erosion Torrent slamd fiercely into the Shadow Barrier, causing a terrifying shockwave that shattered the surrounding black crystal columns one after another, while the viscous dark energy madly corroded the barrier, creating a teeth-grinding sizzling sound.

The battle continued, and Bell chose not to flee because he knew he had no escape route left.

Now situated in the Eternal Darkness Corridor, escape was virtually impossible, and the only chance was to take down Samuel.

...

Several hours later.

The once surrounding forest of crystal columns was mostly destroyed, the broken massive crystal columns lying in a disorderly array, their sharp fracture edges gleaming with a dim luster like the remnants of a giant beast.

The air was thick with the sll of blood, the scorched scent of energy burn blows, and the decay from the residual dark energy, suffocating to the extre.

Reid’s headless corpse lay quietly in a pool of blood, the blood long since congealed into dark purple clots.

His ruined body bore dozens of Shadow Blade wounds that gaped like hideous eyes.

In the distance, Samuel hung his head low, his hair matted with blood and adhering to his face, his youthful features now as gray as the dead.

The blackened wound on his chest was deep enough to expose bone, with the muscle at the edge still spasmodically twitching, as the Dark Erosion Energy squird like black maggots deep within the wound, staving off any chance of self-healing.

His one arm was twisted at an unnatural angle, clearly broken.

Closer, Bell lay sprawled out like a puddle of sludge on the ground, beneath him a similarly expansive patch of congealed dark red blood stains.

His Wizard Robe was long shredded into tatters, and his exposed skin was covered with cracks and burns from the backlash of energy, like porcelain shattered and poorly glued together.

Bell’s eyes were half-open, glazed, occasionally flickering with a faint but searing glint of hatred.

Samuel struggled to lift his head, sitting up from the broken crystal column, he ca in front of Bell, a cruel smile on his face: "My dear brother, you lost."

He was in far better condition than Bell, having only sustained so severe injuries, none life-threatening.

But Bell was wholly different, his vitality nearly spent, now rely clinging to the faintest breath.

His vertical eye was long gone, leaving only a pit, gouged out by Samuel’s own hand, and only his left eye could still vaguely see anything.

Samuel summoned the last remnants of Magic Power within him, conjuring a sharp Shadow Blade in his hand, raising it high, ready to deliver the final strike to his half-brother, ending his life personally.