Sacred Scarab

Was this the strength of an unrivaled genius?

The moment he entered the city, Rikdo felt only two words: crude and shabby. If there was any other impression, it was desolation. This place truly was barren.

He had heard that people from the Internal Affairs Office had arrived these past few days and were staying at the City Lord's Manor. Should he go meet them?

Rikdo walked down the street, thinking as he went.

Just then, he looked up to see a mass of black converging around him.

There were no sorcery fluctuations—only the fluctuations of living creatures. He immediately became alert.

That patch of black made him think of something. His eyes narrowed, and once he focused his gaze upon it, he could no longer look away.

He knew what it was now: Mystic Corpse Worms. Fully matured Mystic Corpse Worms. The other party truly had something up their sleeve.

The blackness gathered, swiftly forming a human figure before him, radiating an eerie, sinister aura of death.

Once the black aura condensed, the people nearby hurriedly backed away. Before long, not a single person remained nearby, though they watched from afar.

Victor became vigilant, unable to guess what Dole intended to do.

The entire city lay beneath Dole's consciousness. How could he fail to be wary when an outside sixth-level wizard entered the city?

As an ancient insect species most sensitive to the fluctuations of life, the Mystic Corpse Worms easily detected the aura of their own kind on the other man. This fellow also possessed an ancient exotic insect.

With only a brief sense of him, Dole knew that the visitor was once again from the Alexander Family. After pondering for a moment, he brought about the present scene.

His figure swiftly condensed. The moment he appeared,