After cleaning up the bloodstains on her face, the red-clothed young lady turned around. That delicate and charming face once again appeared before the eyes of the two Sorcerer-Apprentices. Fenrir, who was unable to withstand such a strong visual impact, finally fainted.
"Mary"'s ferocious and terrifying appearance had been completely concealed, and she had once again become that tall, beautiful, and beautiful girl. However, her scarlet and glaring eyes and the pair of sharp fangs that protruded from her lips revealed her identity without a doubt.
Half of her body was soaked in blood, but she still had a charming white face. Such a strong visual contrast, even Grim, who was peeking through the crack of the door, couldn't help but tremble with fear.
A newborn vampire was not afraid of any physical damage. As long as their attacks could cause the enemy to lose blood, they would be able to gain endless vitality from the fresh blood. This kind of long-lived species only existed in ancient books of the wizard continent. Because wizards hunted them in large numbers, they were almost extinct. Even if there were some that survived, they would escape into the wild forest or live in seclusion in human society, not daring to show themselves.
Therefore, Grimm was greatly shocked by Mary's sudden transformation into a vampire. But besides the shock, he couldn't help but feel a chill from the bottom of his heart because of the strange means of wizards.
What kind of witchcraft experiments did Mary go through to turn an ordinary human girl into a bloodthirsty ancient species? Could it be that the strange sounds he heard at night were Mary's "mutation"?
Just as the red-clothed girl, Mary, approached Allen, whose body was trembling non-stop, the torches on both sides of the originally slightly dim stone-wall corridor suddenly lit up. A strange figure stepped out from the shadows of the wall and shouted softly.
"Stop, my child. Today's slaughter is enough for you to complete the last step of evolution! From now on, you must try to restrain your desire for blood and return to the ranks of the seekers of knowledge. "
The newcomer had a stooped body, and his face was full of wrinkles and loose skin. He was wearing a pure black wizard robe and a pointy wizard hat. The top of the twisted wizard staff in his hand was inlaid with a huge green crystal. Specks of fluorescent light overflowed from it and scattered in the air.
This old man was the only master of this wizard tower, the great wizard Anderson.
As for his rank as a Wizard, Grim had no way of knowing.
Although he had a hunch that today's events would alarm the master of the tower, Grim knew the situation and withdrew the Elemental Sight from his eyes. However, when Wizard Anderson suddenly appeared, the intense wizard power radiation that covered his entire body still made him want to cry.
Grim gently closed the wooden door and quietly hid in his room, no longer daring to peek outside. If he were to discover some secrets that Wizard Anderson didn't want others to know, his little life would be in danger.
These official Sorcerers were all demons who killed without batting an eyelid. They would often use living creatures to conduct all sorts of dangerous and evil witchcraft experiments. No matter how careful he was, there was no way he could hide from Wizard Anderson's power of the will. However, this kind of action was a kind of attitude, indicating that he would not pry into the secrets of the Magi. At least until something really happened, he was still safe.
Outside the door, only separated by a wall, an embarrassing confrontation was still going on.
At this time, Mary had once again turned into that ferocious and scary look. Her scarlet eyes flashed with a beast-like glow. The nails on her hands began to grow crazily and finally turned into claws with a cold glint.
Mary, who had turned into a vampire, was obviously stimulated by the thick smell of blood. Her whole body was crawling on the ground like a gecko, quickly moving on the vertical stone wall at an extremely high speed. The target of her attack was the master of the wizard tower, Wizard Anderson.
Mary quickly ran along the stone walls on both sides. When she got close to the wizard, her powerful hind legs gave a powerful kick, and her slender body pounced towards the wizard like lightning. While her body was still in mid-air, Mary's claws reached forward and viciously dug towards the wizard's heart.
Facing a newborn vampire that had gone berserk, Wizard Anderson's face only had a ferocious smile and joy, but he did not panic at all. The long wizard staff in his hand only stopped for a moment, and a whirlwind shot out from it, blocking Mary's path of attack.
"A modified body is a modified body after all. Her bloodthirsty nature has suppressed her own intelligence. What a pity, what a pity …"
After the modification, Mary's body was on the lighter side. She belonged to the category of small humanoid creatures, so her attacks focused on speed and agility. Unfortunately, in the eyes of a Magus, these extraordinary talents were not a threat at all. Therefore, as soon as Mary's claws pierced into the whirlwind, she was sucked in, unable to escape.
In the end, as the whirlwind's suction force became stronger, Mary let out a scream of surprise. Her body was sucked in, spinning in the whirlwind for a long time. Her head was dizzy.
Under Wizard Anderson's control, the whirlwind spat Mary out with a flick of its tail, and she slammed heavily on the stone wall. Although the impact this time was not strong, it still made her lose her ability to fight. Even through the wooden door, Grim could hear the crisp sound of bones cracking.
"A newborn vampire that has lost its intelligence, what use do I have for you? Go die! "
Wizard Anderson smiled viciously and gently lifted his withered right hand. A pale white undead flame floated above his palm, and with a flip of his hand, he pressed it towards Mary's forehead, who was still struggling and moaning.
Perhaps it was because Mary sensed death was approaching, the vampiric aura that was extremely sensitive to danger finally disappeared. Suddenly, Mary let out an ear-piercing scream. She tried her best to hide her body, and her dark green eyes revealed a deep fear of the undead flame.
Wizard Anderson let out a soft sound of surprise and stopped what he was doing. The undead flame that did not seem to have any temperature was burning coldly, but it did not have the crackling sound that a normal flame should have. The dancing white flame made Mary's pale face look even whiter, as if it was covered with a thick layer of stone powder.
"Huh, the fear of death can help you regain your intelligence? This is a phenomenon that I have never seen before. It's worth researching. " Wizard Anderson mumbled to himself and put out the undead flame with his right hand. Afterward, he gently flicked his finger, and tens of small whirlwinds suddenly appeared on Mary's neck, limbs, and all the joints that could move, tightly binding her.
He turned his head and looked at the remains of Ankessoro.
Since Mary had been so cruel when she was feeding, all the blood in her body had been sucked dry. Therefore, the remains of Ankessoro's body were rotting very quickly. The originally smooth and supple skin was now wrinkled like a corpse that had been buried underground for more than 10 years.
"The original head acolyte is dead, so you will take over! Remember to take care of these acolytes for me. " Said Wizard Anderson with a slight frown. He then pointed at Allen, who was barely holding on to the stone wall and ordered coldly.
As soon as he finished speaking, the light from the torches in the stone corridor suddenly dimmed. When they returned to normal, the figure of Wizard Anderson and Mary could no longer be seen in the entire corridor.
He had just witnessed a bloody feast, and after escaping death, he was unexpectedly promoted to Head Apprentice. Alan's body was trembling non-stop, his pants were wet, and his face showed an expression that was hard to distinguish between joy and surprise.
Suddenly, he thought of something and fell on top of Ankessoro's remains. He frantically searched for the items in his waist pouch.
Since he had become a head acolyte, the protective spell amulet on Ankessoro's body would belong to him. He had to get it as soon as possible.
Waist pouch, arms, neck, leather boots …
In short, he had searched every place that he could hide his items. Just a moment ago, this horrifying corpse had made him feel extremely terrified, but now it had become his treasure trove, making him unable to contain his joy.
Finally, he found the protective spell amulet from the ghastly hole in the neck of the corpse. He raised his hands and laughed loudly, not knowing how crazy his actions seemed to others.
Fenrir, who had fainted on the floor, wriggled and struggled to stand up against the stone wall.
In his hidden gaze towards Allen, there was a trace of astonishing killing intent that could not be concealed.
He had actually woken up a long time ago. He had only pretended to be unconscious because he could not predict the situation.
He did not expect that a single mistake would cause him to miss the chance to become a head acolyte. At this moment, he could not wait to devour Allen's flesh.
"Why didn't that vampire bite him to death!" Fenrir roared in his heart.
But on the surface, he quickly concealed the disappointment and irritation in his heart. When he crawled up from the ground, he had a flattering smile on his face.
"Senior Allen, get up quickly. The floor here is very dirty. Let me help you clean up the rest of the rubbish! "
Fenrir's intervention quickly brought Allen back to his senses.
Allen quickly got up and tidied up his appearance. He played with the Witchcraft Amulet in his hand, and a sly and noble smile appeared on his face.
"I'll leave this place to you! Something has happened to the original head acolyte. I need to quickly inform everyone of this news. I'll have to trouble you here! I remember that those Swamp Crocodiles should also be feeding … "Allen's words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, revealing traces of coldness.
"Understood, understood. I'll do it now!" Fenrir's head could not help but hang lower.
After enjoying the pleasure of power for the first time, Allen could not help but laugh loudly again. He walked quickly along the long corridor.
Ankeso's belongings had already been plundered clean, but there might be some good stuff in his room. Hence, he left the mess to Fenrir and rushed to the end of the corridor impatiently.
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