In the Wizarding World, on the outskirts of the Golden Crown Mountain District, stood the Imperial Capital where the mortal empire was located.
The bodies of the three Second-Ring Black Wizards in the Present World turned into sand drifting in the wind and vanished, but Hassan did not find the sight strange.
He folded his arms, looked at Locke, and said, "Locke, your attack was truly fierce. Four Seasons Magic, World War."
The blood mirror formed from Hassan's right eye had seen the entire process of Locke's World War with the three Black Wizards.
All he could say was that ordinary Wizards found it nowhere near as easy to launch a World War as Locke did.
This was something Hassan could not understand.
It was as though the Great Magic Locke had proven was vastly different from the Great Magic he had proven.
Locke said to Hassan, "It was nothing. Those three Black Wizards brought me quite a few good things, so you don't need to thank me."
Hassan smiled. "I used the Sacred Blood Sacrificial Hand to curse them, further lowering their Magic Pressure, and I also helped you break apart one of their backup plans in advance."
Locke asked, "What do you mean?"
Hassan grew serious and asked Locke, "What if those three Black Wizards used the Vampire Transformation Curse to lure your subordinates into becoming Vampires and enjoying an alternative form of immortality?"
Locke immediately frowned.
"I foresaw this scene in advance," Hassan said. "After all, I know that to mortals, immortality—even an alternative form of immortality, being eternally cursed in agony—is extremely tempting to many of them. Unless I take something else from them while they enjoy the eternal curse."
"Wisdom."
Hassan pointed at the three Sacred Blood Sacrificial Hands formed from the three drops of