In the southern wizarding world, Dark Castle was once famous because of the legendary "Bloody Queen" Mary. However, ever since Mary left the southern wizarding world, Dark Castle had been in a state of shortage.
Until a thousand years ago, when Isabelle appeared out of nowhere.
She had become a level-3 wizard in less than a hundred years, and had even set foot on the path of soul mastery. Just when everyone thought Isabelle would succeed Barzel the Great Twisted Wizard and lead a new era of legends, she suddenly chose to leave the southern wizarding world. No one knew where she went, and no one knew if she was still alive.
Since then, no one in the southern wizarding world had been able to become a legendary wizard.
No one knew where Isabelle went, and no one knew if she would return to the southern wizarding world. Therefore, no one dared to challenge Dark Castle's authority, even if there was an ownerless Sorcerer's Garden in Midworld, and even if Isabella was only a level-2 wizard, no one dared to challenge her authority.
Dark Castle had been peaceful for a thousand years.
Especially the real Dark Castle in the Inner World. It had been peaceful for a thousand years.
Until today.
Dark Castle was built at the Lightning Pool in the Inner World. Dark clouds covered the Lightning Pool almost 24 hours a day. It had been a long time since there was a clear sky. The forest here was called the Black Forest, and the land here was called the Scorched Earth. Darkness and lightning dominated this place.
However, on this day. While the residents of Dark Castle were living their lives as usual, the Thunder Pool Point suddenly underwent a drastic change.
At first, the air seemed to stagnate. However, most people were in Dark Castle and didn't notice it.
Then, the undead in the Black Forest began to tremble. No one cried, and no one dared to show their faces. Today, the apprentices who were cleaning the bodies did not show their faces even though they made a lot of noise.
Usually, when they were dealing with corpses, as long as they made the slightest sound, the undead hidden in the dark would all come out like mad dogs that smelled the smell of meat.
But now, something was wrong. The apprentices looked at each other and did not know what was going on.
Just as the undead were shivering and hiding in their hiding places, another change occurred. The number of lightning snakes in the sky suddenly decreased and slowed down. In the end, the lightning snakes that often showed their heads all disappeared. Not only so, even the dark clouds in the sky were slowly fading away.
Soon, those who noticed this could even see the true color of the Inner World's sky through the dark clouds.
The dark clouds had a hint of blue, just like the sky covered by a layer of haze.
The changes in the world was not obvious to the naked eye. At least, many people did not notice them.
Until … the black cloud dispersed, and a hole appeared in the middle. Countless dead souls crawled out from the hole and began to scream and scream. Then, they circled around the center of the hole, forming a huge cloud of dead souls.
At the same time, wisps of strange black and gray smoke rose from the Black Forest, the graveyard, and the scorched land. It was the negative aura of the hidden undead that was attracted by the cloud of ghosts in the sky while they were shivering.
With the help of the undead on the ground, the cloud in the sky grew even bigger. The Ghost Cloud, which was originally several thousand meters long, expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye. From two thousand meters to three thousand meters, it even expanded to several tens of thousands of meters, and was still expanding to several tens of thousands of meters. It did not show any signs of stopping.
As the cloud expanded, more and more smoke rose from the ground, and the screams of the undead became louder and louder.
The wind was so strong that even the windows of Dark Castle were creaking.
Even the apprentices in Dark Castle who stayed in their own rooms noticed the changes in the outside world. Not to mention Lady Butterfly, Felicia, who was mixing drinks in the hall on the first floor.
Felicia, still in her slim black dress, walked gracefully to the front of the door.
Her slender hands grabbed the doorknob and she opened the door abruptly.
A fierce wind blew at her face. Her black hair was blown back, and her curly hair seemed to have a life of its own. It twisted and turned in the wind, and sometimes tightened and sometimes shrunk. At this moment, Felicia seemed to have turned into a snake-haired witch. There was a hint of feminine gentleness in her terror.
Aside from the wind, the screams of the undead could be heard everywhere. The moment the door was opened, the screams of the undead echoed throughout Dark Castle.
Felicia raised her head and looked at the clouds of souls that were accumulating in the sky. After a short while, she smiled faintly.
"Alchemy omen. I've really underestimated you. " Felicia took out her crystal ball. As her mana surged, the image in the crystal ball changed rapidly. Finally, it stopped at the Blood Prison on the ninth floor of Dark Castle.
Her gaze was not on Diablo. Instead, she was looking somewhere else.
This was the source of the omen.
However, the crystal ball could not see the source of the omen. The place was surrounded by thick black smoke.
"Only mid-grade items can produce omens. To be able to refine an Intermediate Stage Tool in such a short period of time … Looks like this little apprentice is not as simple as he seems. " Felicia pondered for a moment. She initially thought that this guy might be the Puppet Master's apprentice, but it seemed that he wasn't.
Although Puppet Master was good at making puppets, he was not that good when it came to alchemy. If she was not mistaken, this young apprentice must have been taught by a master alchemist. Such a genius was definitely not a puppet master's apprentice.
So, could he be the apprentice of a master alchemist from Floating Mech City?
As Felicia pondered, the cloud in the sky grew bigger and bigger. This time, the omen covered more than 100,000 meters.
Even Angor himself did not expect such a big omen to appear.
Felicia muttered in a low voice, "Too bad he made the wrong move. Why did he choose to craft an anti-undead item in the Source of Undead? Did he not consider the undead creatures outside? These variables are enough to ruin the plan. "
This was how alchemy worked. If one did not carefully consider any variables, they would end up like this.
Angor was trying to craft an anti-undead item in a place where there were so many undead creatures? The cloud was only a thousand meters long, but now, it became such a huge omen.
"He still wants to clear the Omen?" Felicia shook her head. She felt that it was a pity for such a talented person.
There was a reason why alchemists were so particular about choosing their alchemy venues. Angor's decision was reckless. He did not know enough alchemists and did not know much about alchemy. He had no choice but to swallow his pride and let it go.
Felicia put away her crystal ball. Since she could not see what was going on in the blood prison, there was no need to pay attention to it. Angor would either die or be severely injured if he could not go through the omen. The omen of death was a little bigger.
Felicia turned around and closed the door to continue her work.
However, when she was about to walk to the counter, she suddenly felt something pressing down on her from the sky. She quickly straightened her back and stared at it in surprise. She turned around and opened the door again.
She looked at the sky.
The Cloud of Departed Souls that was more than a hundred thousand meters tall suddenly began to shrink. When it reached the end, it was only about a hundred meters wide.
A large white space was left in the sky. The sky, which had not been clear for decades, was finally clear. Although the color of the sky in the Inner Layer wasn't pleasant and still made people feel depressed, compared to the rolling dark clouds, this hazy sky was comparable to the most clear blue sky in the Outer Layer during midsummer.
For apprentices, it was a good thing to see the sky brightening.
Felicia, on the other hand, was completely focused on the Spectre Cloud within a hundred-meter radius. The cloud of undead was so powerful that it was beyond her imagination.
She even believed that if the cloud of undead was a living being, she would not be able to defeat it with her current strength.
"Good boy. Even if you die today, you'll leave your name in the world!" Felicia looked at the cloud of undead in the sky with a trembling heart. The cloud was still changing and gathering, and the pressure was getting stronger.
Felicia suddenly came up with a strange, bold, and absolutely unreliable idea.
What if the young apprentice successfully went through the omen under such pressure? Then, what grade would the item he refined be? Would it be something beyond intermediate and reach advanced?
What's more, strategic level? Or perhaps … it was even more mysterious.
Felicia took out her crystal orb again and looked at the blood prison. The young alchemist was still surrounded by the black and gray aura. She could not see through the omen to see what was going on inside.
On the other side, Diablo and another black-haired woman were leaning against the wall. Their faces were turning pale, and some were even turning green.
They were the closest to the omen, where the wind was the strongest and the undead were the strongest.
They could not even breathe. They could only watch as their lives were slipping away.
Diablo did not expect things to turn out like this. He was just crafting a simple item. How did it become so violent? He could not see the omen outside, but he had seen a lot of them in Floating Mech City. From his current state, he could speculate how brutal and ferocious the omen in the outside world was.
"Can you hear me, Angor? Stop! Stop! "
"I'm going to die!"
"Where's the contract? The contract! He's going to kill me! Tell him to stop! "
"Shit! Damn the omen! "
Diablo kept calling for Angor's help through their Spirit Bond. But his voice was like a stone thrown into the ocean. It sank to the bottom without any sound.
Diablo's eyes were turning white, and he could not breathe. The pressure was so great that his blood was boiling.
It was as if he saw the images of his entire life, starting from the moment he was born.
Diablo felt like crying. He did not die because of Isabella, nor did he die because of Felicia, nor did he die in the Soul Exiled Land or the Soul Realm. Why did he die in the hands of his own teammates?!
More importantly, he supported his teammate's decision to craft an item.
So, he had actually died in his own hands?
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