Negri stood in the sewers, not in a hurry to find the others, because he knew very well that there were various dangers lurking in this sewer.
Although Michael's mind had become a bit messed up due to his old age and the fact that he had begun to use unique life magic, his rationality would occasionally go out of control, but it couldn't be denied that he was a powerful mage.
Furthermore, a mage whose rationality wasn't online was sometimes even more dangerous, because it meant that they were closer to their source of mana.
Excellent mages knew how to gather mana from all over the place, rather than allowing themselves to get too close to an Evil God and end up becoming a clone of that Evil God, despite the fact that such heterogeneous mana would greatly decrease the power of their magic.
For this reason, there was a saying in the House of Mages: 'Excellent mages aren't necessarily powerful, and powerful mages aren't necessarily excellent'.
For example, Isrig, who used a Compendium of Snakes and a few relatively precious magic materials to rapidly grow stronger, but he was soon turned into a puppet by the Lord of Snakes, the source of the snake demons.
Michael had already gone insane, the fear of death was constantly tormenting him, not to mention the Life Contamination from Mequik. It would be a miracle for someone like him not to go insane. Although he still appeared to be rational on the surface, if he truly was rational, he wouldn't have allowed so many strange occurrences to occur in the academy.
"Those mages are a pack of hyenas, they wouldn't let go of any mana" Negri understood the plight of these mages. Clean and harmless mana was their eternal pursuit, but because the Seven Gods held the Source of the world in their hands, the mages' source of mana either came from an Evil God or some other strange and unusual mana techniques.
It could be said that no mage's mana was clean, and among them, the cleaner ones were the mana extracted from the corpses of their companions. Of course, although the mana that flowed from the Mana Banquet also originated from an Evil God, because this Evil God no longer had any consciousness, it was also the cleanest source of mana. Even so, one had to be careful of the dangerous knowledge contained within the mana.
To sum it up, Michael's abnormal activity in the academy had definitely attracted the attention of the House of Mages, perhaps there were spies sent by the House of Mages among the abnormal squad. After all, Negri's current body was still that of a mortal, so if the other party used some sort of camouflage magic, he might not be able to discover them.
Negri placed the small bottles into the slots on his belt so that he could access them at any time. At the same time, he checked his nails to make sure that the powder was still there.
After making all the necessary preparations, Negri picked up a red flower bud of unknown origin and started to explore the sewers.
Part of Negri's attention was placed on the flower bud. As Negri approached a certain spot, the flower bud actually began to bloom, and a few of its stamens swayed slightly.
Seeing this, 'Negary' raised his guard and moved forward. A faint stench drifted into his nose, 'Negary' also noticed the traces of a large number of people fleeing, as well as the pile of shit that was piled up there.
"Did Roger's group run into danger here?" Negri was not surprised by this at all. It was normal for a few people to die in a battle between a dabbler and a few ordinary people.
As if sensing the presence of a living person, the monster once again rushed out from the pile of dung and landed in the dirty water of the sewers. It then turned into a white blur, leapt out from the dirty water, and pounced towards Negri.
"You really don't learn from your mistakes" With a flick of his hand, a bottle on Negri's waist flew out and struck the white monster's body. The ordinary bottle instantly shattered, and the powder inside immediately spilled out.
The monster screamed in pain and fell in front of Negri's feet, then scattered into wriggling maggots and a few teeth that had yet to be digested.
"It really is maggots" Negri looked at the maggots that had gradually stopped wriggling and confirmed his suspicions.
At the end of his life, the magus Michael Mobis had decided to change his life form for the sake of survival. He wanted to turn himself into a completely abnormal fly, and through the process of the fly evolving from egg, larva, prepupa, pupa, and finally adult, he would obtain a second life.
〖 The Negary of the past was most likely nothing but an empty shell, the majority of his body had already been turned into these maggots 〗 after Negary crushed these maggots to death, his spirit sense seemed to be able to see a certain scene.
Negary cut open his own body, took out all his internal organs except for his heart, and placed them in the sewage in the sewers. Because they were fixed, the students' feces could not flow out, and they piled up there to form a pile of feces, becoming a breeding ground for Negary's new life.
"It seems that Roger still has a chance of surviving." Negri narrowed his eyes. Michael's condition was worse than he had imagined. Most of his body had been turned into maggots, and the same was true for his power, which was mostly used to maintain this magic ritual.
If Roger was a bit smarter, or if there really were mages from the House of Mages who coveted Michael's mana in this squad of abnormalities, they might have a chance of surviving.
"Mister Mobis" Roger regained his senses and looked at the person who just entered in shock. He had once sought an audience with Michael regarding the abnormalities of the academy, but didn't receive his acknowledgement. He also wanted to show off his abilities, so he didn't bother Michael any longer, but he didn't expect this esteemed Headmaster to be the mastermind behind all this.
"What naughty students, running all over the place" Michael seemed to be blaming the two of them. He slammed the cane in his hand on the ground, causing the surrounding pipes of the prison to abruptly open. Several white threads shot out from within and wrapped around the two of them.
As soon as he came into contact with these white threads, Roger's spirit sense was passively activated. He could vaguely see Michael cutting off the muscles beneath his skin and placing them into the pipes, which then transformed into the shape of these threads under the influence of his mana.
Although they were in the form of threads, these white threads were capable of exerting immense power. The pillar of flesh that Roger's group found inside the pipes earlier was also created by these white threads. Their power was capable of pulling a living person into the pipes and squeezing them into a pile of meat paste.
The two of them were entangled by the white threads, but Michael wasn't in a hurry to act. He liked to play games of cat and mouse, and the same was true for the security guard from before. He was purposely let go of by Michael until he reached the rooftop and thought that he was saved, only then did Michael extend the white thread from the pipes and pull him into the pipes.
This could be attributed to Michael stabbing a metal hook through his nose into his brain, twisting it into mush before dragging it out and turning it into another node of the magic ritual.
Although Michael was able to use his soul to think, unfortunately, his soul had also been infected by some of the negative elements of his mana, causing him to become strange.
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