In the dim room, the purple-haired old man had his eyes slightly closed, as though meditating. Yet a trace of pain showed on his face, twisting his expression into something savage.
Crack.
Suddenly, a rune-covered ring on the purple-haired old man's finger split apart with a crisp sound. It fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
"Colton is dead?"
The purple-haired old man's expression changed drastically. His slightly stooped body immediately straightened, and his aged face faintly twisted as a gloomy aura radiated from him.
Whoosh.
A vast surge of wind elements immediately rose around the purple-haired old man. He swiftly rushed out of the dark room, followed indistinctly by a huge Alchemical Monster clad from head to toe in silver armor...
"Dead?"
Merlin released Berserk Flame, and the raging fire swallowed the Alchemist trapped in an illusion within the Dark Mist in the blink of an eye.
That Alchemist had no defensive casting tools such as a spell robe on him.
Thus, the Alchemist did not even have time to scream before the berserk flames burned him beyond recognition. He was almost reduced to charcoal, giving off waves of a foul, scorched stench.
After the Alchemist died, Merlin turned his gaze toward the burly Alchemical Monster behind him. This Alchemical Monster possessed immense strength, was not slow, and was almost impossible to kill. It was an exceptionally formidable Alchemical Monster.
However, after the Alchemist's death, greenish-blue slime suddenly seeped from the burly Alchemical Monster's body, nearly covering its entire form.
Wherever the greenish-blue slime flowed, the Alchemical Monster's skin immediately began to rot.
Its muscles and bones did the same, decaying rapidly at a rate visible to the naked eye. One bubble after another rose from its body, while thick, bloody fluid dripped onto the ground.
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