Indiscriminate Slaughter

Pierre felt a suffocating pressure, like seawater threatening to completely drown him.

That sense of loneliness and negativity piled up layer upon layer, endless and unceasing.

Is this the Paralysis Curse?

I can't take it anymore. This is too painful. There's no hope for me. Pierre's eyes darkened in agony.

Curse magic was the most likely to make someone lose heart and give up.

The most troublesome thing for those afflicted by a curse was often not the curse's effect itself, but the way curse magic affected their minds. Their willpower weakened, their emotions became unstable, and their personalities grew strange.

Pierre rolled his eyes upward and saw an owl circling above his head, seemingly looking down at him.

The owl's enormous eyes gleamed with an unusual light.

In the next instant, the seven Second-Class Wizard Apprentices from the Blood Curse Court before him screamed in terror.

Vines pierced through their bodies, tearing through the flesh altered by their Vampire bloodlines. Their bodies were punctured, their limbs shattered, their wings smashed to pieces, and their brains beaten into pulp.

Those seemingly fragile vines and leaves were now like drills and blades, engulfing the seven Vampire apprentices within their range of attack.

Layers of fist shadows filled the air. Fifteen vine fists struck rapidly, and before the seven Second-Class Wizard Apprentices could even react, their bodies had already suffered devastating injuries.

With the enhancement of the Deep Blue Diamond belt, Locke's precise mana stability allowed him to control fifteen vine fists, every strike landing on their weak points.

The hearts of four Vampire apprentices were pierced by fists formed from Magic Vine. They screamed as golden flames erupted across their bodies, quickly burning them into ash.

Locke appeared in the middle of the dense forest, his expression extremely displeased. His experimental