Voodoo Cult.
Dago searched through the names of the major wizarding factions in the Southern Wizarding World in his mind and found no impression of the "Voodoo Cult."
It was probably just a small wizarding faction, one that had not been on the list Kosti had given him.
At that moment, the black-marked, stern-faced man had already begun fighting the Voodoo Cult wizard.
The former was only at the late second level. By all reason, he should have been no match for the other man.
Yet the black-marked, stern-faced man suddenly tore off his black robe, revealing a bizarre suit of black armor beneath it covered in curved spikes. The black markings on his face then writhed like living things, sprouting bloody threads that traced all manner of strange patterns across the armor.
The moment they clashed, the stern-faced man immediately fell into a disadvantage. Yet relying on his enchanted armor, he actually managed to withstand the attacks of the Voodoo Cult Third-Ring Wizard.
What followed grew increasingly bizarre. As the battle dragged on, the stern-faced man's strength rapidly rose without pause, gradually turning the tide back in his favor.
"What kind of enchanted armor set is that?"
Dago was somewhat surprised. He could clearly sense that the stern-faced man's continuously increasing power all came from the armor on his body. This armor seemed to possess the strange ability to absorb an opponent and strengthen itself.
Using the [Eye of Truth], he caught sight of various gray-black substances constantly being absorbed from the Voodoo Cult Third-Ring Wizard's body into the armor, continuously transformed into energy. Yet strangely, the Voodoo Cult Third-Ring Wizard being drained seemed completely unaffected.
"Biso can hold them off for a while."
At that moment, Beatrice urgently said from beside them, "I still have a Spell Airship.