Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 45 Magical Tattoo
Above Silverscale Bay, a gray eagle circled gently on the sea breeze, its gaze fixed on several figures below, which looked like ants.

As the sun set, the sky grew increasingly dark.

Smoke rose from the chimneys of the town, and lights began to twinkle. The streets were less crowded, and the town felt much quieter.

Several figures in blue robes hurried along and soon arrived at a secluded dock, where they went into a warehouse one after another.

The warehouse was dilapidated, with a crooked door and several large holes in the roof, clearly indicating that it had been abandoned for a long time.

As night fell, shadowy figures appeared around the warehouse, and more than a dozen people went inside in less than half an hour.

Upon hearing this news, Anser, who was in the hotel, sighed, thinking that there was probably no hope for today.

I never imagined that such a small fishing town would have so many cult members.

About an hour and a half passed.

The cult gathering in the warehouse finally ended, and the figures left in batches, each heading in a different direction, appearing very cautious.

Anser thought they were just being delusional; who else but him would bother keeping an eye on them now?

Gus and his two companions were the last to emerge, suggesting that the elite professional was the leader of this area.

However, the three of them separated after they came out. Two of them returned the way they came, while the third of them boarded a small sailboat docked at the pier. Judging from his figure, he should be the elite professional.

"Could there be a trap?" Blatt thought it was too much of a coincidence.

Finn immediately contacted Greyhawk, instructing him to descend and scout, and found that there was indeed no one else following them.

“They shouldn’t have seen us. They were in their room the whole time when we came out to eat.” Anser thought it over carefully but didn’t find anything wrong.

“Maybe that person didn’t live here at all, and came looking for someone,” Blatt speculated.

“Possibly,” Anser nodded. “Let’s set off; there’s no time to lose.”

The three of them took their weapons, put on robes to cover their faces, and quickly left Moon Shadow Kuiling.

The gatekeeper, seeing their attire, seemed unfazed and neither questioned nor stopped them.

They silently traversed the quiet streets of the small town, arriving at an intersection ahead of time and hiding in a nearby alley.

Bratt and Anser hid in the shadows at the alley entrance, while Anser stayed a little further away, his magic power concealed.

The group remained silent, their breathing barely audible.

A few minutes later, footsteps were heard, and two dark figures appeared at the entrance of the alley.

Just as they were about to walk through the alley, a mysterious dragon voice suddenly broke the silence.

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"Innate Magic" + "Super Magic: Twin Spell" + "Immobilize Humanoids"!
The two men in blue robes were terrified, but before they could even see who it was, their bodies went numb, their movements froze, and they stood frozen in place like wooden figures.

Blatt grinned silently, rushed to the two men, a flash of cold light appeared, and with a whoosh, he severed one man's head, blood splattering everywhere like a fountain.

[Target dead, gain 69 combat experience]

With a snap, Finn knocked the wand out of the other man's hand with the back of his knife, then dislocated his jaw with a flick of his elbow, pinned him to the ground, and quickly bound his hands and feet.

Brad saw his skillful movements and his eye twitched. He seriously suspected that Finn had some side business in the past.

"We didn't kill the wrong person, did we?" Anser jogged over, knowing from his combat experience that there was no mistake.

"Don't worry, it can't be wrong." Blatt was very meticulous; he couldn't possibly mistake someone just by looking at their silhouette.

Finn pulled off the hood of the man on the ground, revealing Gus's horrified face.

"Collect the bodies and leave immediately," Anser urged.

Although this place is remote, people still pass by occasionally.

Blatt took out waterproof bags, put the bodies inside, and the two of them, each carrying one, quickly followed Anser.

"Woooo..."

Gus was filled with fear, trying to speak but unable to, struggling incessantly, which annoyed Finn.

He raised his elbow and nudged the other man in the groin, and the world immediately became quiet.

Anser found a deserted, dilapidated hut, with Blatt standing guard outside. With a thud, Gus felt himself being slammed to the ground; the rubble hurt terribly, and when he tried to open his mouth, another sharp pain shot through his jaw.

"Click——"

Finn roughly put his jaw back in place.

Gus gritted his teeth, not daring to shout. He looked up and saw a figure in a black cloak looking down at him. A few rays of moonlight shone through the hole in the roof, casting a shadow.

"Who are you?" He stared wide-eyed, trying to make out the hooded face.

“Guess?” Anser said softly.

“It’s me.” Gus felt a chill in his heart; it seemed this wasn’t an accident. “Whatever you want, I’ll give you. My mentor is an elite professional; if I die, he’ll definitely investigate to the end.”

"What's your mentor's name?" Anser asked with a strange expression.

“Alvis, we just parted ways…” Guss tried to make the other party think twice.

"Isn't your advisor named Fabian?"

"Ah, who exactly are you?" Gus asked in surprise.

"That's not important, I'll ask and you answer!" Anser deliberately kept quiet, trying to stifle his frustration.

Only a stupid villain would reveal their identity just to satisfy their craving for revenge. Even the dead can talk; it's always better to be safe.

If I tell you everything, will you let me go?

"see your performance."

Gus closed his eyes, his expression one of despair. He was afraid of death and of being tortured. He resigned himself to his fate and said, "Ask away."

How did you join the Blue Flame Order?

"Huh?" Gus's expression froze. The other party seemed to know everything. He dared not hide anything and told him everything he knew.

The two engaged in a rapid-fire question-and-answer session.

One party doesn't want the other to think, and the other party has no intention of hiding anything.

Gus absconded with Fabian's belongings and successfully escaped to Livington. After confirming that something had happened to the Magic Network, he was utterly devastated, and his years of perseverance and hope vanished.

At this time, the Blue Flame Order began to proselytize among the people, with low-level mages and magic apprentices as their primary targets.

Overjoyed, Gais used money to pave the way and successfully made contact with his current mentor, Alvis, spending most of his fortune to become a sorcerer.

The process was very simple. He only needed to drink a potion, lie down on some kind of ritual circle and sleep. When he woke up, he had become a cursed sorcerer.

The biggest change is the appearance of some strange blue tattoos on his body, which emit blue light and shadow every time he casts a spell, making them easy to identify.

Unlike regular warlocks, the Scarred Warlock only has one first-level spell at level 1, which cannot be selected. The advantage is that the spell is fast and powerful.

However, this profession is not perfect. Gus often has nightmares, hears inexplicable whispers in his ears from time to time, and his mind and body are constantly being attacked by "blue flames," and an unknown magical epidemic is taking place.

Anser tore open Gais's clothes and saw that his chest was covered with magical tattoos, and there were also some strange changes in other parts of his body, such as his hair turning blue and a small patch of skin on his shoulder becoming translucent with clearly visible blood vessels.

“I have no way out. Now I have to drink a bottle of blue potion called Purifying Demon every few days to suppress the plague. It costs 100 gold coins a bottle…” Gus’s eyes were red. This was the first time he had confided in someone, albeit passively.

Anser showed him no sympathy; it was all his own choice: "What are you doing here?"

"We're hunting down a renowned sorcerer," Gus said without hiding anything.

Anser tensed up: "Why? How dare a cult make enemies everywhere!"

“I don’t know the specifics,” Guss shook his head. “I’ve heard from other priests that the main ingredient in magical tattoo potions is a warlock’s blood…”

　Magic tattoos, as items that blend magic and art through ink and needlework, can imbue their recipients with extraordinary power.

　　Once tattooed onto a living being's body, injury or damage cannot diminish the function of the tattoo, even if the tattoo is destroyed.

　　When a creature receives a tattoo, it can customize its appearance. A magical tattoo can look like a brand, a scratch, a birthmark, a scale pattern, or any other facial decoration.

　　The rarer a magical tattoo is, the larger the space it generally occupies on a creature's skin.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)