A man in a black robe suddenly appeared in the darkness, as if he was spat out by a creature in the darkness. He was covered in blood and floated in the air.
After a while, the black-robed man regained some of his senses from his confusion.
"What kind of undead was that? How could it be so strong …" The man's eyes were filled with fear as he recalled what happened not long ago.
He felt a sharp pain coming from his right arm.
"Hiss …" The black-robed man took a deep breath and took off his tattered black robe.
His face was covered by a strange bronze gear mask, and his face could not be seen clearly. His upper body was thin and slender, but it was now covered in all kinds of wounds. A large chunk of flesh was torn off his right arm, revealing the bone underneath.
The most terrifying thing was that the shattered bone fragments were covered with a black liquid substance, which was rapidly eroding his right hand.
"I guess there's no other way." He looked at his nearly broken right arm and made a decision.
With a flash of cold light, his right arm was cut off and dropped into the void below.
Due to the existence of the black liquid, his severed right hands would probably be completely devoured soon. Therefore, even if he threw them away, he did not have to worry about his blood information being exposed.
Looking at his empty right arm, he heaved a sigh of relief. A faint light flickered in his eyes. Then, the broken bones began to grow. His flesh and blood moved like worms and covered the bones. In just half a minute, his right arm was restored.
However, compared to the broken right arm, this new right arm looked thinner and fairer.
"I'll use it for now. I'll find a way to transplant another one when I get back." The man — or rather, the masked man, sighed.
"Let me see what you found." The masked man pondered for a moment as if he was trying to recall something.
After a while, he raised an eyebrow.
"I just left that place, and I didn't expect the information to lead me there. It seems to be fate." The masked man thought for a moment. "I'd better go and take a look. It's a good opportunity to verify the information I received."
With that, the masked man looked at a certain direction in the void and disappeared in a flash of light.
…
Outside Dark Castle.
Even with the help of a large number of wizards, Angor was still in danger while clearing out the undead creatures.
For example, he was now in a dangerous situation.
Unexpectedly, a pale hand stretched out from the pothole of the black soil.
The first thing that came to his mind was, "Long fingers and well-defined joints. She's a natural pianist. If Jon sees her hands, he'll probably want to train her to be an artist … But she has to trim her nails first."
Before the appraisal of the pair of hands was over, the owner of the hands struggled to crawl out from the ground.
Long black hair that cascaded down like a waterfall, veins popping out of her cheeks, white eyes that were filled with malice, and the gloomy atmosphere that surrounded her, all of which indicated her identity.
This was an undead.
When she opened her mouth to yell, Angor raised his gun and aimed at her forehead.
When she turned into white smoke and rushed at Angor, the muzzle of the gun vibrated, and a ripple spread out from the muzzle with a buzzing noise.
In the end, the female undead couldn't escape the fate of dissipating.
"Watch your back!" Someone yelled at him.
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a chilly wind coming from behind him. The wind was so close to his neck that it felt like someone was blowing on his skin.
Someone was behind him!
And it was very close to him!
Angor's scalp went numb when he realized this. He had been spreading out his senses all this time. Why didn't he sense anyone approaching him?
Angor was about to turn around to check when he suddenly sensed a familiar ripple in his mind.
It was Sunders' voice through the Spirit Bond.
"Don't look back. There are two Infant Spirits behind you. They won't do you much harm, but if they see your face, it'll be troublesome …" Sunders quickly spoke.
Sunders didn't mention what kind of trouble it would bring, but Angor didn't dare to disobey.
"You can't look back, but you can use your spirit power to observe them," said Sunders.
Before Angor could ask if he could use his spirit feelers, Sunders answered his question first.
As the spirit feelers left Angor's body, he saw two babies clinging to each of Angor's shoulders. These babies weren't cute at all. They were black all over, except for their crimson eyes.
They didn't move at all, but their crimson eyes were peering over Angor's shoulders. As long as Angor turned his head, they would see him no matter which direction he was going to.
"Where did these two Infant Spirits come from? Why didn't I sense them at all? "Angor didn't feel the chilling aura until the babies clung to his shoulders.
"When your attention was on their mother, they appeared. You killed their mother, that's why they're pestering you. "
Angor was surprised by Sunders' answer.
The female undead with long fingers that looked like a pianist's was the mother of these two Infant Spirits?
But Angor still remembered the Blood Cleansing Ritual in Dark Castle. Weren't all the women chased after pure virgins? How come there were Infant Spirits here? Were there other men in Dark Castle?
Sunders glanced at Angor who didn't answer his question. Judging from Angor's expression, he could guess what was on Angor's mind.
"Don't overthink it. Dark Castle has become a place for undead creatures for thousands of years. It's normal that undead creatures from other places are attracted here," Sunders said.
Not only female undead creatures, but male undead creatures as well.
As for the two Infant Spirits and the female undead creature, they didn't die because of the Blood Cleansing Ritual. Maybe they were talents from Dark Castle. In places like Dark Castle, talents who died in accidents could also become undead creatures.
The chilling wind behind Angor's back made him feel uncomfortable. He reached out one of his phantom limbs and grabbed Prelude to Rebirth. Then, he aimed the gun at the two Infant Spirits from behind.
He planned to take care of them first.
"Wait," several voices reached Angor's ears at the same time.
Several wizards who didn't recognize Kimberly and Angor all used Voice Transmissions at the same time.
Both of them were saying the same thing: "If you don't want these two baby spirits, why don't you give them to me?"
Sunders' voice came through their Spirit Bond. "Infant Spirits aren't as special as Flower Sparrow, but they're still special and have a wide range of uses. However, they'll be more valuable if they're not corrupted. Ordinary undead creatures can only be used to make ghoul puppets or perform evil rituals. "
A chuckle suddenly crept into Angor's Spirit Bond.
"I didn't know there were Infant Spirits around Dark Castle." Angor recognized Isabelle's voice. "Sunders is right. Infant spirits are very valuable, and natural ones are hard to come by, which is why they're so precious. If you don't want them for yourself, you can give them to me. I'll pay you accordingly. "
He could tell that Isabelle wanted the two Infant Spirits as well. But since everyone else had already spoken, Isabelle probably didn't want to ask for them anymore.
However, Isabelle noticed that Sunders was using the Spirit Bond to communicate with her, so she used it to talk to Angor.
If Sunders didn't release the Spirit Bond, Isabelle wouldn't have been able to enter. Angor assumed that they already knew about this.
Of course, Angor wasn't interested in the Infant Spirits.
"I can give them to Lady Isabelle, but I can't carry them all the time, can I?" Angor sighed.
"Wait a moment. I'll take them off for you."
Angor heard a gust of wind coming from behind him. At the same time, he sensed a faint fragrance coming from behind him.
When the fragrance was still lingering around the tip of his nose, Isabelle's voice came from behind. "It's done."
Angor looked back and saw the Infant Spirits were gone. Isabelle was standing behind him with a smile. "I'll talk to you about the price when we're done here."
With that, Isabelle flew to the sky again to keep watch.
After Isabelle took away the Infant Spirits, the other wizards, including Kimberly, had no choice but to give up.
"You're quite lucky. Using their possessions to trade in Dark Castle's territory." Sunders sighed. They must be mad at you right now.
No one would have thought that such precious Infant Spirits would appear here. Moreover, there were two of them at once.
"You won't lose anything. And this is only the beginning."
"Beginning? What do you mean? "
"Isabelle is in a special situation right now. She might look calm, but she's determined to get those two Infant Spirits."
Angor cleared his throat. "Professor, aren't you afraid that Lady Isabelle will hear you?"
"She's no longer inside the Spirit Bond," Sunders explained. "As for the two Infant Spirits, they're now undead creatures. They're still valuable, but not to her. How do you turn them back into souls? What do you think she'll do next? "
There was only one way to turn undead creatures back into souls — Prelude to Rebirth.
Angor's Prelude to Rebirth was no longer a Mystery item because of Isabelle. Isabelle didn't want to steal it from Sunders, and she also didn't have a high chance of doing so.
In the end, Isabelle would have to make a deal with Angor to get the white bullets from Prelude to Rebirth.
This was what Sunders meant by —
"This is only the beginning," Sunders said.
It sounded like he was going to drag Isabelle down until the very end.
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