The Truth About Black Wizards

Inside the research institute's core control room, Rashid Tariel faced Sophia as she walked toward him, continuously casting all kinds of Curse Magic. In an instant, hundreds of minor curse spells and various powerful Blood Curses poured endlessly from his hands.

The pupil in the observation-port-like eye on Rashid Tariel's forehead kept squeezing outward, filled with confusion, shock, terror, and impotent fury.

"Y-you... why aren't you afraid... of our magic?"

Sophia plucked a white flower from her hat, bent down, and placed it on the floor. Its roots quickly took hold and sprouted, flourishing across the ground.

At the same time, all Curse Magic around the flower failed.

Rashid Tariel kept retreating while unleashing Blood Curses. Suddenly, he spread open his right palm. The zipper in its center opened automatically and spat out a bright red tongue. A Venomflame Dragon tainted by the Corrupting Blood Curse flew from his palm and crashed toward Sophia.

Sophia frowned. "This is... Andy's mana?"

"So that's where those pupils of yours came from."

The Venomflame Dragon shattered on its own before it could even approach Sophia.

Rashid Tariel was utterly horrified. He couldn't comprehend Sophia's methods at all.

"How did you do that?"

"How can you ignore the magic of Rashid Tariel, a high-ranking curse master, inventor of corrupting curses? This is impossible. It makes no sense."

"Don't think you can kill me."

Rashid Tariel said madly.

Sophia casually blocked one of his curse spells and sighed. "This is truly ugly, Rashid Tariel. Show a little dignity, will you?"

"Accept death calmly. At least then you'll retain a shred of face."

"Rashid Tariel, you should understand. In a battle between wizards, when one wizard cannot comprehend the other's magic at all, it can only mean there is a massive gap between them."

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