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WIZ Chapter 138: Massacre
🕑 Added 2025-08-22 07:02:53 +0000 UTCPierre felt a suffocating sensation, like seawater about to completely submerge him.
That loneliness, that negativity, layer upon layer, endless and unceasing.
'Is this the Paralysis Curse?'
'No good, it's too unbearable. I have no hope.' Pierre's eyes grew dim with despair in his agony.
Curse magic most easily made a person lose heart and hope.
For those afflicted by curses, often the most troublesome aspect wasn't the curse's effects, but how their minds were influenced by the curse magic, their willpower would decline, emotions would become volatile, and their personalities would turn strange.
Pierre rolled his eyes upward and saw an owl circling above his head, seeming to look down at him.
The owl's huge eyes on its face flickered with an unusual light.
The next instant, the seven Blood Curse Court second-class wizard apprentices before him screamed in terror.
Vines pierced through their bodies, penetrating their vampire bloodline-modified flesh. Their bodies were punctured, their limbs broken, their wings smashed, their brains beaten to pulp.
Those seemingly delicate vine branches now acted like drills and swords, enveloping all seven vampire apprentices in their attack range.
Countless punching shadows filled the air as fifteen vine fists struck rapidly. The seven second-class wizard apprentices couldn't even react before suffering massive bodily damage in an instant.
Enhanced by the Deep Blue Jade belt, Locke's exquisite magical power stability was sufficient to control fifteen vine fists, each strike hitting their weak points.
Four vampire apprentices had their hearts pierced by the vine fists, screaming as golden flames erupted across their bodies before they were quickly burned to ash.
Locke appeared in the middle of the dense forest, his expression extremely displeased. He had almost lost his experimental data.
Repeating the experiment would waste another two months!
The three surviving vampire apprentices felt Locke's overwhelming magical pressure with terror, this wasn't the magical pressure of a newly promoted first-class wizard apprentice.
This was an opponent they absolutely couldn't challenge.
The three second-class vampire apprentices immediately struggled with their bodies already severely damaged from Locke's vine punch attack, transforming into shadows as they flew toward different directions in the sky.
"Run quickly! This person isn't someone we can provoke."
"His attacks are too vicious. He's completely different from those white wizards, he killed four of us without even blinking!"
The three vampire apprentices flapping their bat wings in mid-air suddenly discovered that despite flapping their wings for a long time, they remained in place, completely motionless.
Looking down, they saw that branches from Locke's three Omen Mandrake Vines had bound their legs, making movement impossible.
No matter how they flapped their wings, they were like insects caught in a spider's web, unable to move.
The three vampire apprentices were greatly horrified. Facing this scene, they all screamed.
"How could we encounter a first-class wizard apprentice here?"
"Help! Damn white wizard. Don't kill us, we're human too, we have emotions. Please give us a chance. We were forced to become black wizards..."
Just as one vampire in mid-air was flapping his wings and begging Locke for mercy, he lowered his head, his eyes flashing strangely, then suddenly bared his fangs and tried to dive at Locke in a sneak attack on his main body.
But the next instant, the bodies of all three vampire servants, including him, were completely entangled in Omen Mandrake Vines, while deep purple fruits grew between the branches and leaves of the three Omen Mandrake Vines.
These hundreds of fruits exploded simultaneously.
Poison Berry Barrage!
This completely shattered the three vampire apprentices' resistance capability. At the same time, Locke's Omen Mandrake Vines began spinning like a storm, with Ogham script constantly flickering on the surface of the three vines, and the three vampire servants were ground to pieces under this attack.
This was Vine Shredding from the Vine Surge series of spells.
Three vines with a total of fifteen branches would cover enemies like a meat grinder, turning them into fragments.
The later spells in the Vine Surge series had similar spell models with only 0.5-circle difficulty, so Locke had casually completed the spell model for Vine Shredding, which he'd been learning recently, during the battle.
After eliminating the seven Blood Curse Court second-class wizard apprentices, Locke immediately took out a bottle of Minor Viridian Potion from his astral ring and used wood elemental magical flames to make it steam in his hands, transforming it into a mist that drifted toward the entire nearby forest contaminated by dark magic, as well as those undead creatures.
This was a small technique that potion master assistants generally knew, called [Potion Vaporization].
This was a way to utilize potion formulas, using the characteristics of wood elemental magical flames to transform liquid potions into mist for widespread distribution over the surrounding environment.
The application range was quite broad. For example, in the current situation, it was suitable to use higher-grade Minor Viridian Potion to create large-scale purification of surrounding undead creatures.
Under the influence of the vaporized Minor Viridian Potion, the forest originally affected by dark magic began gradually changing from a gloomy, dark environment back to normal forest colors.
At the same time, those souls bound to rotting corpses by necromantic magic, upon breathing in the Minor Viridian Potion, raised their heads one by one as if their souls were ascending to heaven.
Their souls had also found liberation.
Batches of ghouls collapsed to the ground, their bodies rapidly and completely rotting, unable to be utilized a second time by necromantic magic.
Seeing this scene, Lorne and Pierre became extremely excited. They had thought they were doomed this time, but who knew Locke would personally come to rescue them.
Lorne and Pierre were incredibly excited, looking at him like their savior: "Locke!"
"You came. You're so strong, as soon as you acted, all those Blood Curse Court black wizards died."
The two were about to approach, but Locke signaled them to stop with his eyes, while the Omen Mandrake Vines wrapped around his right hand remained dark red.
Lorne and Pierre sensed something was wrong, their expressions puzzled.
Gabby's voice reached Locke's ear through Secret Language technique: "Senior Locke, there are still signs of humanoid creature activity here. He's rapidly approaching you, underground."
"Right beneath your feet!"
Locke immediately looked at the ground beneath his feet. His right hand's gentian leaf blade flew out like a flying sword, striking the ground and colliding with a blood claw that emerged from underground.
The sound of powerful metallic collision rang out.
Locke jumped backward while curling his lips into a smile. "A first-class wizard apprentice? No wonder you had the courage to use those seven second-class apprentices to fish for me."
"Did Blood Curse Court send you to kill me? But you're not worthy."
Locke showed no anger at the sudden attack or discovering he'd fallen into a conspiracy, no fear or panic. Instead, he was interested, his eyes flashing with intrigue.
After all, he had already realized this possibility on the way here and had confirmed the ambusher's location through the Omen Mandrake Vines' special abilities and Gabby's observational skills as a shapeshifter.
Initially, Locke had thought those seven second-class wizard apprentices should also know part of this ambush plan but upon engaging, Locke could tell from their reactions that they knew nothing.
They were merely bait being used by someone else.
