Suddenly, on the left side of Grimm, there was a "short" stone pillar that was more than ten meters tall.
A figure appeared out of thin air, shaking his head as if he was dizzy. Grimm turned his head and looked at the figure. He couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. This person looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before.
Like …
"I saw this guy during the Newcomer's Trial. The mark on his forehead is from the 12th District Dark Realm Sorcerer Academy, so it's very possible." Grimm thought to himself.
"Uh … it's you!" A loud shout came from the student in front of him.
This student was dressed very politely and rationally, but at this moment, his eyes were bulging like a fish grilled on an iron plate. His body was constantly trembling, and he tightly clenched his teeth. He pointed at Grimm in a daze. His face was red with resentment, as if he couldn't wait to eat Grimm up.
It seemed that there was some kind of grudge between this person and Grimm.
Grimm frowned. Had he really seen this person before?
"Humph, humph, humph, humph …"
Suddenly, a low laugh came from the student's mouth, and it even turned into a maniacal laugh. He covered his forehead with one hand and pointed at Grimm with the other. He shook his head and said excitedly, "Yes, it's you, it's you! I, Belrod, will never forget this mask. During the Newcomer's Trial, you, you … "
At the end of his sentence, Belrod seemed to realize that he had lost his cool with his harsh and cruel voice. His expression turned indifferent in an instant. He cleared his throat and covered his mouth with a fist to hide his ugly look. He pretended to cough in a low voice.
"Have I really seen it before?" Under the Ashen Mask, Grimm murmured.
"You!"
Belrod, who had just regained some of his composure, suddenly became furious again. He pointed at Grimm, trembling, and breathed heavily.
Whoosh …
After fiercely exhaling the stuffy air in his chest, Belrod actually crossed his arms in front of his chest, shook his head slightly neurotically, and said with a bored look, "Ah … forget it, poor little kitty. Let the great Belrod of the Dark Realm Sorcerer Academy be the end of your qualification battle and end your historical mission of existence. After all, I've improved too much in these past ten years. I've even become strong to the point that I'm slightly afraid of myself. Haha, hahahaha … "
While laughing, Belrod's body began to change slowly.
Dense, purplish-black scales began to appear beneath its skin. Slivers of sticky, black liquid dripped from the scales, seeming to be highly toxic. Two pairs of fly-like wings and a crocodile-like tail grew from its back. A strange aura began to spread.
Grimm sized up the Bloodline Shapeshifting Spell and finally recalled some memories of this guy.
During the Newcomer's Trial, his mark value had just reached 30 points after a big battle. There was a Sorcerer-Apprentice with such a Bloodline Witchcraft Sorcerer-Apprentice yelling "Kitty" and rushing over. As a result, he was scared away by him. If it weren't for the fact that he didn't have enough Mana at that time and that the secret plane was about to open, he might have chased that person to death.
Now, it seemed that it was the legendary arrangement of fate. The Holy Tower qualification battle actually arranged for the two of them to be together!
Could it be that this person was like in the novels, a fated enemy of his existence?
Grimm's interest was piqued. He wasn't in a hurry to carry out his plan immediately. Just like that, he constantly sized up Belrod's Bloodline Spell, as if he was observing and admiring it.
"Kekekeke … Tremble! Fear! Ignorant Sorcerer-Apprentice, let the protagonist of this era, Belrod, end all your dreams. I'll let you know that the purpose of your existence is just to be a foil to the great Belrod. Living in the same era as me, it's really the fortune and misfortune of an ignorant Sorcerer-Apprentice like you. Kekekeke … "Belrod fell into a narcissistic and neurotic laughter.
Grimm opened his mouth and was stunned. This was the first time Grimm had heard such words and thought in the Sorcerer Continent.
Uh …
Idealism? The world was self-centered? Everyone else was a supporting character, and everyone existed for his own existence? Things that he couldn't see didn't exist?
This series of idealism was the most basic wrong philosophy of Sorcerers!
He didn't know if this guy had a mentor. If an official Sorcerer knew that there was such a Sorcerer-Apprentice in his school, he would probably have killed him himself.
Such words coming out of the mouth of a human studying Sorcerer's knowledge was not only a disgrace to himself and the school, but also to all the Sorcerers in the Sorcerer World.
Shaking his head, Grimm felt that this guy was funny and lost interest. It seemed that … it was not fate, but just a coincidence.
Just as Grimm was about to make a move, Belrod struck first.
"Hehehehe, die!"
With a flap of his transparent wings, Belrod dashed towards Grimm at an extremely fast speed. With a ferocious smile on his face, he punched Grimm with his purplish-black scaled fist.
An Anatomy Refinery Wizard?
Grimm couldn't help but be startled. A fellow who entered the Sorcerer Academy at the same time as him wanted to compete with him in terms of strength?
Like swatting a fly, Grimm slapped at Belrod's face. "Crack!" Belrod turned into a blur and flew backward at a speed faster than before. With a loud bang, he hit a stone pillar and slowly slid down.
"Pfft! Impossible! " Belrod spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at Grimm with a pale face. One of his arms hung down unconsciously.
"Huh?"
Grimm didn't pay any attention to Belrod. Instead, he looked at the towering stone pillars with great interest. How could they not be damaged by such an attack?
It was very likely that this secret plane was a fixed location specially prepared by the Holy Tower of Seven Rings for every batch of acolytes participating in the Holy Tower Tryouts. It was no wonder that these stone pillars had obvious traces of being man-made.
"Hehe, hehehehe …"
Belrod laughed sinisterly again. Leaning against the stone pillar, he looked at Grimm and said in a gloomy voice, "Ignorant apprentice, do you think you've won? Poor little kitty, look down at the thing in your hand. Poor thing, you're going to die soon, but you don't know it yet. Ignorance is a blessing for you … "
At the end of his words, Belrod showed an exaggerated expression as if he was being pitied. He coughed twice and a trace of blood came out of the corner of his mouth. He struggled to stand up, as if he was going to collect Grimm's corpse.
"The thing in my hand?"
Grimm looked down and saw that his hand was stained with a lot of black liquid. He must have gotten it when he slapped Belrod away.
He rubbed his thumb on the black liquid and said in surprise, "Voodoo?"
After Glenn confirmed that the liquid was indeed voodoo poison, the astonishment on his face instantly turned into incomparable excitement. After observing the toxicity of the voodoo poison for a while, he sniffed it, then actually opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue to suck it, tasting it carefully!
"Huh? This kind of toxicity … If I concentrate it a few more times and add the unfinished formula, it should be enough for me to refine my body three or four times. " After mumbling to himself, Grimm couldn't help but raise his head and look at Belrod with fiery eyes.
His appearance was like a pervert encountering a naked beauty, or a hungry wolf encountering a helpless little lamb!
Bairrod pointed at Glenn with his trembling hand, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets. "You, you, you, you, you, you ate it … ate it … ate it …" His mouth was wide open.
Belrod's voice was stammering and incoherent, as if the sun had turned upside down and the end of the world had come. Grimm couldn't understand what he was saying at all.
However, Grimm didn't care.
Grimm just tried to maintain a harmless "kind" smile on his face. He looked at Belrod nervously and excitedly, and said in a kind voice, "That … Well, don't be nervous. Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I can even let you go, as long as you refine this voodoo … "
"Ah … Monster! You shouldn't exist in this world! You monster! You're not real! " Belrod yelled crazily as if he wanted to deny the facts in front of him. He actually broke the badge in his hand and disappeared in an instant.
"Uh …"
Grimm's "kind" smile sank, and he said gloomily, "Bastard, this guy."
Grimm felt the mark mark on his forehead, and couldn't help but feel angry and amused. Shaking his head, Grimm took out a seed and threw it on the ground. A moment later, a huge flower appeared on the ground.
This was the seed that Grimm had exchanged thirty bottles of Love Vials with Master Elaine.
Grimm gently sat on it, and the flower quickly shrank into the ground under his control, not leaving any traces.
In the darkness underground, Grimm took out a small transparent bottle. After gently unscrewing the cap, there was a weak spatial fluctuation. Grimm looked at the transparent crack in front of him and entered it.
This was the Concealment Crack that Grimm had bought on the fourth floor of the Black Iso Tower. He had no choice but to use it now because he had to concentrate on researching the Fire Blast spell. Grimm had already made up his mind that he would only start the real Holy Tower qualification battle after he had completely deduced the Fire Blast spell. It would take about two days.
Grimm only had one goal, and that was to be at the top of the Holy Tower qualification battle in the 11th to 15th districts.
Moreover, Grimm had to be 100% sure that he could be the only student in this district who had the qualifications to be at the top.
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