Dago casually picked up the dagger. The moment it touched his hand, the strange eyeball on its hilt immediately spun rapidly—
Then Dago felt an indescribably evil consciousness emanating from the dagger, attempting to seep into his mind.
"What is this?"
Slightly surprised, Dago looked up and questioned Beatrice before him.
But it was the stern man beside Beatrice who answered.
"A Malice Weapon."
The stern man said in a low voice, "A very obscure type of ancient magical equipment, much like the set I'm wearing."
"It can absorb an opponent's malicious thoughts and convert them into power to strengthen itself, though additional methods are needed to bring out its full effect."
As he spoke, the stern man pointed at the black patterns covering both sides of his cheeks.
"Malice Weapon..."
Dago blinked. This was his first time hearing of such a thing.
It could actually absorb an opponent's malicious thoughts to strengthen itself. Recalling the battle between the stern man and the Third-Ring Wizard of the Voodoo Cult, Dago guessed that the gray-black substance continuously flowing from the Voodoo Cult wizard onto the man's armor had been the so-called "malicious thoughts."
Being able to turn an emotional fluctuation like "malicious thoughts" into tangible power, even raising a Second-Ring Wizard to a level where he could temporarily confront a Third-Ring Wizard head-on—the effects of this Malice Weapon were indeed rather unbelievable.
At that moment, Dago sensed a faint emotional fluctuation from Tracy's direction. He instinctively looked at her, only to find her wearing a calm expression. She probably knew something.
Dago's eyes flickered as he carefully examined the strangely shaped dagger in his hand.
The eyeball on the dagger was still spinning, and the evil consciousness it released was like some wicked creature whispering in his ear, constantly provoking certain