Fierce Battle Within the Tower

Just as the pillar of fire was about to strike Wagnerd's head, the Immobilization Spell barrier on his body finally shattered, but the breath attack was already upon him and he could not dodge it.

Several protective spells were triggered simultaneously, and layers of black mist enveloped his body, but they still could not stop the extremely hot flames.

The pillar of fire pierced through the paper-thin magical shield like a hot knife through butter. Despite Wagnerd's best efforts to turn his head, the pillar of fire still engulfed his head, which was shrouded in black robes, and his neck and most of his shoulder were also consumed by the flames in an instant.

However, this is not the end.

Keosius is not a boss in the story who won't finish off his opponent. Facing such a Archmage who has been lying low for a hundred years, he must seize the opportunity to kill him completely and leave no room for the enemy.

The enormous Red Dragon eagerly opened its blood-red maw, not only emitting a faint light from its chest, but also brewing terrifying, blazing white flames deep within its throat, like a miniature sun that illuminated the entire dark tower as if it were daytime. Then it unleashed the torrent of energy that had been accumulating for so long.

[Maximized Fire Breath]

Another, even thicker and brighter pillar of fire erupted, engulfing Wagnerd's torso completely.

Two pillars of fire crisscrossed, constantly scorching the mangled body.

Even after doing all this, Keosius was still worried and continued to spew flames from his mouth, as if he wanted to burn everything to ashes.

The flesh, which had undergone multiple transformations with dragon blood, rapidly carbonized under these extreme temperatures far exceeding those of nature, eventually turning into brown salt columns that scattered on the ground, just like an ordinary wisp of yellow sand in the desert.

"Phew, is this really the end?"

"Wagnerd".

The Red Dragon slowly closed its jaws. Due to the overload of energy it had just released, its scales were scalding hot, and wisps of Sulfur Scent smoke even emanated from between its teeth.

But his eyes remained fixed on that strand of salt sand, not daring to relax for a moment.

He wouldn't gamble that this centuries-old Archmage had no backup plan; he could only pay close attention to every detail to prevent any unexpected situations from arising.

"We absolutely cannot let him take this opportunity to escape."

After a moment's thought, Keosius flapped his wings and came to the strand of salt sand, stomping it hard under his claws, even repeatedly.

"Boom!"

The ground shook, dust flew everywhere, and it looked as if bones had been crushed and ashes scattered.

At the same time, the Red Dragon also swung its claws fiercely, using the [Scratch Spell] to create a powerful claw-shaped magical field, severing the hideous limb chains and rescuing Lang Pu from the [Dragon Vein Binding].

The Dragon Vein Ogre broke free and was immediately excited when it saw the scene of fire and ashes everywhere.

He knelt awkwardly on the ground, tears streaming down his face, and said, "Master, that so-called ' Dragon Mad Black Wizard ' is indeed insignificant in the face of your great power."

Red Dragon remained unmoved and said solemnly, "Lang Pu, don't be too happy yet. Keep a close eye on these salt sands."

"I don't think things are that simple."

Lang Pu immediately snapped out of his daze and hurriedly bowed, replying, "Yes, Master."

The tower fell silent immediately.

Chaotic and uncertain images appeared on the Calamity Dragon Eye.

Sure enough, in the quiet environment where you could hear a pin drop, an eerie laugh echoed.

The laughter started as faint as the sound of wind blowing through salt sand, wandering like a ghost, but then it grew louder and louder, eventually turning into a wild, unrestrained laugh.

Keosius suddenly looked up.

—Fine sand formed from melted flesh and blood danced in the air, eventually forming a distorted, illusory human face—it was Wagnerd.

The illusory human face opened its mouth to an eerie degree, revealing a chilling smile.

"I know you, Keosius Klauberwu Norikesius, Tiamat's darling—"

"Hahahaha, you really came!"

"You will be the most wonderful material on my path of great evolution!"

Keosius remained unperturbed, simply observing indifferently while muttering to himself:

"A method of soul transfer?"

"Tsk, Wagnerd really did have a backup plan."

Lang Pu roared and summoned a blazing fireball, blasting the sand apart once again.

But Keosius simply shook his head. "Stop fighting, Lang Pu. His true soul should have already escaped; that face is just an illusion manipulated by mental power."

Lang Pu knelt down before the Red Dragon again, sweat beading on his forehead. "It was my fault for failing in my duties; a moment of negligence allowed him to escape."

"If, if I could find the Sixth-Circle Spell [Soul Cage] recorded in the book, I would definitely be able to kill Wagnerd completely."

His tone was somber, and he sounded like he was gritting his teeth.

The Red Dragon did not respond, but simply picked up some salt from the ground with the Mage Hand.

"It does indeed have a strong smell of dragon blood. Even though it has been melted, I can still feel the magical essence within it. This should be his original body, rather than some random flesh and blood construct."

He hesitated for a moment before asking, seemingly casually, "Lang Pu, what kind of body do you think he'll take?"

Keosius paused slightly, then gave a cold laugh.

"Furthermore, now that I, the 'most perfect experimental subject,' have personally arrived, do you think that, given Wagnerd's personality, he would willingly abandon all experimental results and easily escape?"

Lang Pu only needed a moment's thought to understand what Keosius meant.

"He's a complete madman. He's even willing to physically endure deadly spells for the sake of 'appreciating art.' So, given his blasphemous and insane thoughts, he's unlikely to run away easily now that you've come in person. He probably wants to keep us here."

"And his body."

"He once said that his most perfect 'creation' was the so-called ' Valena,' or rather—a monster created from his own daughter Valena. A body with a kinship is the most suitable target for a wandering soul, and it is said that old ghosts who have lost their nature often do so."

Keosius nodded slightly and said firmly, "Find him and wipe him out."

"Yes, Master."

In a corner of the first floor of the Polar Night Demon Tower, there is also the location of the "Wooden House in the Snow".

The place was cold and dark, with bloodstains on the walls, yet there were signs that it had been wiped clean.

Scattered in the corner were piles of neat white bones—a result of Valena's habits during her lifetime. When she was trapped in the secret room as a child, she always tidied her things up and then sat obediently on the bed, hoping for her family's return.

This place is a beautiful illusion created by Valena's remaining will, but it has been transformed into a deadly trap by Wagnerd.

If any uninvited guest intrudes, they will fall into the hands of Valena, who has already transformed them into a monstrous creature, and become experimental subjects to undergo inhuman torture. Those who are slightly luckier will become food for the monster.

At that moment, a familiar guest barged in.

—That was Wagnerd's wandering soul.