Chapter 335: Chapter 204: Apostle Seed (2)
In the center of the space stood a figure, shrouded entirely in a black robe, their face obscured.
The person seed to be conducting so sort of ritual, tracing mysterious symbols with their hands in front of their chest, while chanting a certain ancient spell.
As the spell progressed, the person’s appearance also began to transform.
The body under the black robe twisted, constantly extending and retracting limbs of various shapes;
Sotis they were spiky tendrils, sotis clawed with scales, sotis muscles covered with countless eyes.
The entire process was filled with nauseating visual impact, like a person being forcibly fused with the traits of several different creatures.
"The Awakened..." Lady Allen’s gaze turned cold, filled with disgust.
The Abyss Awakened have always been a thorn in the side of various schools.
These lunatics, obsessed with power at the cost of sacrificing themselves, often acquire power beyond the norm through twisted ans, but the price is gradually losing their humanity, turning into entities akin to abyssal creatures.
In the minds of the Wizards of the Crystal Tower and the Black Mist School, the Awakened are not just traitors, but a threat to the entire order of the Extraordinary World.
The effect of the "Seven-Colored Star Dew" placed Lady Allen in an almost peak state at this mont.
For her now, this Awakened was no threat.
Yet Lady Allen still chose to proceed cautiously.
After all, the hallmark of the Awakened is unpredictability; no one knows what kind of mad ans they might resort to.
She watched quietly, wanting to see what this intruder was plotting.
"The paradise is near... the stars hang low... the abyss is rising..."
The chanting of the robed figure grew more hurried, the air around began to warp, and an overwhelming pressure enveloped the entire space.
With the final word of the spell, the robed figure suddenly turned, facing the direction where Lady Allen was, lifting the hood that concealed their face.
It was a face filled with contradictions—half appeared like an aged, stern scholar, skin pale but smooth, eyes sharp and cold;
The other half was completely twisted and deford, with purplish-black bumps covering the surface of the skin.
The mouth extended to the root of the ear, revealing a profusion of sharp teeth, and the eyes were pitch black, devoid of whites or pupils.
"Old Allen?" The voice of the robed person held surprise, but quickly returned to calm:
"I didn’t expect the Crystal Tower would send in a ’prisoner’ like you."
Lady Allen stepped out of the shadows leisurely, a layer of hazy aura of rainbow-colored magic power forming around her.
"You know ?" she asked softly, but there was not a trace of surprise in her eyes.
The robed person let out a hoarse laugh:
"How could I not know you? The once Crystal Tower prodigy, later the rebel, ultimately reduced to a prisoner confined in a rudintary little shop. Your story is widely known in the wizard circles."
"Seems I’m more famous than I thought." Lady Allen’s tone remained calm, but the magic power around her began to surge more actively:
"Judging from your aura and behavior, you must be the mysterious ’Mr. Holy Disc,’ right?"
The robed person paused slightly:
"You know quite a bit, worthy of an old monster who’s lived for centuries."
Lady Allen gave a smile devoid of warmth:
"That’s not all, isn’t it? Besides the public identity of ’Mr. Holy Disc.’ You are also a thief attempting to exploit loopholes in the rules. And... a ’Master’ hidden within various remote schools?"
The robed person, now to be called Mr. Holy Disc, showed a flicker of surprise in his eyes but quickly regained composure:
"It seems so information leaked. But no matter, soon everything will be over, and a new order will be established."
"A new order?"
Lady Allen slowly shook her head, a flicker of pity in her eyes:
"A pitiful madman, the abyss has already devoured your rationality. You think you’re undertaking so great enterprise, when in fact, you’re just being influenced by the instinct of so ancient existence."
"What do you know..."
Mr. Holy Disc gave a contemptuous laugh, his form beginning to change violently.
Countless tendrils and deford limbs extended from under the black robe, his whole body swelling to three tis its original size, turning into a grotesque and terrifying monster.
"The master of the paradise will grant
supre glory... as long as the sacrifice is completed..."
Lady Allen’s expression remained calm, as if facing a babbling child.
"So one of your targets should be Ron... what is the reason?"
The pink-haired Witch cautiously probed with her question, while using magic to obscure the vision.
She quietly opened a bottle of Magic Potion, letting the pink, dreamy mist within disperse.
This is the foundation of a Magic Potion Professor, not entirely a Life Profession, capable of producing auxiliary magic potions in any environnt.
Unknowingly, Mr. Holy Disc inhaled the mist, and his gaze began to turn dreamy.
"Since the plan has already failed, it doesn’t matter if I tell you, that guy... has an extraordinary talent... his soul... is wonderfully exquisite..."
His voice beca distorted and chaotic, like multiple people speaking simultaneously:
"We need him, his traits, they’re highly compatible with ’Void Spider’ Maggs, a natural Throne Seed!"
Throne... which is to say, the Supre Apostle! Lady Allen furrowed her brow, silently committing all this information to mory.
"So that’s it... so Oliver and Cynthia, they were just bait you used to attract the attention of the schools, your true target has always been Ron."
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