Chapter 114
As she spoke, she pulled out a staff.
A staff made of white bone, likely a dragon bone, as it retained the aura of a dragon. The bone was sculpted into a smooth staff, with a darker area in the middle, faintly revealing a heavy metallic hue—likely the mark left by long-term gripping. The most exaggerated feature was the staff head, shaped like a skull claw, loosely clenched, each finger bone crystal clear, imbued with the power of death.
... Is this the magic weapon she found to deal with me?
Then...
And then, sorry, I also joined the Roaring Legion.
"Did you throw your warlock brains out like fireballs?" I almost roared, and at the same time, all my liches and banshees throughout the building emitted hollow howls in unison, venting their anger along with mine. But I found myself even more unable to control myself:
"You dare use my teacher's belongings against me? I think you'd better go choose a laboratory in my tower yourself!"
Chapter 114
This might be the first time in my life I've ever gotten this angry.
So by the time I came to my senses, I had already used Hand of Hellfire to slam the warlock to the ground, throwing her back and forth dozens of times, which left me a little out of breath.
Yeah, I'm tired, but I feel much better.
So here's the question: who gave this sorceress such confidence? When she fought me, she couldn't even muster a fireball. I cast Undead Domain, and she started rolling her eyes. When the Hellfire, her legs went weak. When my undead swarmed around her, this damned woman was so scared that she threw my teacher's staff away!
Her action was absolutely adding fuel to the fire. Because I couldn't control myself, how dare she throw my teacher's staff? I immediately chopped off her hand, creating a scene that was somewhat inappropriate for children.
I turned around and found Reynold and that pink-clad warlock grandpa huddled together, staring blankly at me...
Uh, alright, alright, I know. Grabbing an enemy by the collar with Hand of Hellfire and slamming them to the ground is certainly not very mage-like, but this is a special case, isn't it? Not all enemies dare to steal my teacher's relics and even think of using them against me.
Reynold let out a strange hissing sound; I guessed he was trying to call my name, but he only made a "hiss--" sound, and then the old man next to him suddenly cried.
"... Have mages already surpassed us warlocks by this much?"
Reynold answered weakly, "No... no... modern mages are divided into two categories: normal mages, and Ciprins Field."
Okay, I admit I was out of control when I threw that person, but Reynold, that's not right of you. You can't kick me out of the ranks of normal mages just because I was a little rough. It was all impulsive. I'm not usually this rude when I'm not angry.
I anxiously pulled the sorceress close to me. Thankfully, even a mage in a berserk state can't kill an enemy by throwing them with their bare hands. After all, I'm not a berserker, and berserk mode doesn't increase our attack power.
So I summoned the devil, threw her over, and instructed, "Hold this for me. You don't need to go to the lab for now. Put her in when we get home, and remember, don't let her die."
"Yes, Master!" the devil laughed obsequiously, and... I think I saw this devil kiss the sorceress?
But I ignored him, and all my undead creatures fell silent. They landed on the ground and stared at me in silence...
--Or rather, silently watching the center of the hall.
After the sorceress dropped her staff, it stood quietly in the center of the hall, slightly tilted, giving me the illusion that an invisible person was holding it.
I involuntarily took a step forward and stood in front of the staff. Suddenly, I found myself in a vast yet magnificent hall. The main color of the hall was black, and because of the somber color, the actual size of the hall was probably larger than it appeared. The flames burning on the walls were purple, looking like the soul fire in the eyes of a lich. The hanging banners were embroidered with patterns in silver thread, their colors somber and monotonous, yet possessing an unspoken grandeur.
I instinctively looked up. The dome of the main hall was not closed; there was a circular, carved openwork at the top. Outside was the deep night, without stars or moon, but I could see a black Shadow Moon.
The sudden change in my surroundings startled me—no one could kidnap me from somewhere so quietly; I'm not Reynold!
But I soon realized that although everything around me looked so real, even the shadows of the lights on the walls and the ground were swaying dynamically, it wasn't real when I scanned it with my mental energy.
This is probably some kind of memory.
--A memory preserved by the magical artifact under the influence of powerful Magic Power, so these images must have come from the owner who held it for many years.
In that instant, I felt my dead heart was about to leap out of my throat! I turned around, and sure enough, I found that the staff was no longer suspended in the air; it was being quietly held in the hand of a mage.
My heart surged with emotion once again; I was now truly and completely out of control!
Oh my god, I'm going to scream!
No, no!
Ciprins! You can't scream like that the first time you meet your teacher! It'll make you look like a middle-aged goblin who just found out his wife is cheating on him!
So I used all my strength to close my mouth tightly, stand up straight, and face the monk in front of me.
--He was a rather sickly-looking mage; his skin was so pale it was almost bloodless, and he had distinctive shadows under his eyes. His lips were very pale, with a purplish tinge. One long, slender hand casually gripped his staff. The hand was beautiful, but his nails were the same color as Damala's —black.--
This mage from my memory practically had "I am a dangerous, evil mage who loves to experiment" written all over his face!
So I was so excited I couldn't speak!
--My teacher is almost exactly as I imagined! In my mind, this is what the legendary high priest from six thousand years ago should be like. He has great power, extensive knowledge, and extraordinary spirit. He is just right for this "I am the bad guy, so come and hit me if you dare, oh, you can't beat me!" expression!
His white hair fell beside his cheeks, exactly like my current hairstyle. But what shocked me most was... his eyes! His eyes! His eyes were silver! Powerful mental energy had changed the color of his pupils! My God! Was he truly always in a state of focused concentration, even while in bed?
I... I'm so excited I'm shaking!
What have I done to deserve this opportunity to stand alongside a legend!
"Hey, are you having a stroke or are you possessed?"
The monk from my memory arrogantly raised his chin and looked down at me with a sidelong glance.
That's it!
My teacher looked down on me!
I quickly and silently recited a calming mantra. I had to despise myself for being so excited that my hands and legs were shaking and I couldn't even speak. I'm not a young fangirl like Moli and the others. How could I lose my composure like this in front of my teacher!
"I'm sorry, I made you laugh." I quickly bowed to him—I learned it from the succubi, who all treated me with ancient etiquette, saying it was the custom of the ancient Shadow Moon Temple. I thought this would at least salvage some of my impression.
Sure enough, my teacher's phantom nodded slightly, its expression no longer so contemptuous.
Suddenly, High Priest Hailianna smiled at me—a sinister smile that revealed his teeth. I felt that I wouldn't be surprised if he unleashed a forbidden spell on me right now. But if history is not wrong, High Priest Hailianna is actually a very great and kind priest who doesn't kill people indiscriminately. He just looks like a world-destroying demon king, but in reality, he has done many good deeds to save the world.