Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 102 The Sin Exposed in the Detail

Mental markings often indirectly reveal information about the caster and their strength. Mental markings placed by powerful individuals are like leeches, requiring significantly more time to remove. If the difference in rank is too great, lower-ranking casters will be helpless.

The chilling, icy aura emanated from it, completely unlike that of a living being. It was most likely a high-level undead creature, the wizard concluded.

"What should we do now?" Osko, the man in the black trench coat, looked agitated and uneasy.

"Go and find a way to lure the enemy away towards the city; we don't have enough forces here. You'd better ask the Night's Watch for help; they're happy to get involved." The wizard replied in a flash.

"Are you kidding me?" The man in the black trench coat raised his voice slightly.

The sins he committed are so great that even if the Night's Watch killed him repeatedly, it would not be enough to atone for them.

"If you stay here, I can't remove the mark from you; the difference in strength is too great! At most, I can temporarily cast a buff spell on you! Have a safe journey. Don't be afraid; high-level undead and elite-level undead are on the same level. You have a good chance of survival." The wizard spoke very quickly.

Various radiant buff spells frequently lit up on Osko: Inner Fire, Courage, Status Ability Resistance, Bloodlust…

The effectiveness cannot be guaranteed, since it's only attached to clothing and can't be as stable as a construct. It will likely disintegrate and disappear immediately upon encountering purification spells. However, it should last for a while without much trouble.

The wizard used telepathy to inform people of the unexpected situation at the foot of Mount Lesser, suggesting that it would be safest to immediately relocate in a magical vehicle.

"Oh, right, I have something to report! Please pass on my message..." The man in the black trench coat briefly explained the increase in gang commissions and asked for a 30% deposit upfront.

"Young master, I told you to go to the basement warehouse and get it yourself! Hurry up, and good luck to you..." The wizard's figure transformed into a writhing shadow and disappeared into the ground.

The two were separated for a short time.

The pristine white bone blade precisely pierced the shadows that swept across the ground.

The wizard's silent wails were followed by his return to human form, and with a speed visible to the naked eye, his body disintegrated into drifting dust...

Another life has been lost, and it was that of a high-ranking spellcaster.

Aglaia looked bewildered and trembling, her mind replaying the strange feeling of the sword cutting into her body, as well as Ovisga's cold and ruthless commands.

Kill him!

One thing that most people who embark on a professional career cannot avoid is murder!

Sooner or later, you must be aware of this!

Compared to foolish beasts, cunning fellow humans are the greatest enemies.

We must not be soft-hearted, we must not hesitate. Life and death are separated by a fine line. To be merciful to the enemy is to be cruel to ourselves.

Aglaia recalled her mentor's admonitions and resolved to raise her sword against the wild dogs.

The moment blood splattered, a person's entire mindset and consciousness changed.

No longer a novice who has never seen blood, but a true warrior.

At this moment, she finally took her first powerful step…

Osko leaped and landed in front of the largest white tombstone in the cemetery. He bent down, groped around, found the metal handle, and pulled up some turf. A damp, indescribable smell wafted towards him. The hastily constructed underground base clearly hadn't considered ventilation.

Osko hesitated whether he should go down. What if the enemy blocked the exit? Wouldn't he have nowhere to run? He gritted his teeth and prepared to take a gamble. Before leaving, he checked his surroundings one last time.

A figure shrouded in a black cloak stood quietly not far away.

"They're here!"

Osko's hair stood on end, and his deep blue aura surged. A series of buff spells had indeed enhanced his strength and will, and instead of advancing, he charged towards the enemy.

Judging from his physique, he should be an agile combatant or spellcaster who must face the enemy head-on!

The inscribed sword held high above his head was shrouded in frost.

The sword is named Extreme Cold Sigh, perfectly complementing the deep blue frost battle aura. The two enhance each other, creating a synergy that paralyzes the opponent, rendering them unable to move.

Snowflakes swirled around the demon swordsman for several meters, making him appear as if he were the center of a tornado. Deep blue battle aura transformed into swirling currents around the sword's blade, forming a massive frost sword that cleaved down from the sky towards his opponent.

The slender figure vanished abruptly, reappearing in front of the man in the black trench coat in the blink of an eye. The bone blade sliced ​​through the icy battle aura without resistance, piercing his heart.

"So fast! What a beautiful sword!"

A final thought flashed through Osko's mind, and then absolute darkness enveloped him.

The battle has ended, and it felt as simple as taking a walk…

Aglaia's lips parted slightly, her face filled with disbelief. This elite-level warrior, who seemed so powerful, couldn't withstand a single casual attack from the young master's undead.

Ovisga must have strength above the Super-Rank!

Aglaia was certain of her gains and quickly went forward to collect the spoils. She wouldn't overlook the value of the inscribed weapons and constructs.

Osko has a total of four inscribed equipment pieces: in addition to his main weapon, the inscribed sword, he has gloves with a constant strength buff, boots with a constant agility buff, and a belt with a constant stamina buff.

The equipment is quite luxurious compared to other warriors of the same tier; with just two or three more pieces, it could be assembled into a complete set of inscribed armor.

It is worth mentioning that a trophy was also obtained from the wizard.

What appears to be an ordinary burlap sack is actually a rare piece of space equipment.

Aglaia sensed something was wrong with the weight; the small cloth bag was carrying more than ten kilograms of weight!

At the time, she thought it was full of gold and wanted to pour it out to confirm, but Ovisga stopped her.

Who knows what wicked things the wizard's spatial bag contained!

It could be various strong acids, venom, or a large swarm of giant yellow hornets!

"Someone escaped! Should we pursue them or go down and check first?" Ovisga asked Aglaia for her opinion through telepathy.

The young swordswoman pondered for a moment: "Let's go down first."

Upon smelling the stench, Aglaia knew that the underground must be a place rife with filth and corruption, and she was already somewhat prepared.

However, I was still deeply shocked.

The young swordswoman followed cautiously behind the undead Ovisga as they descended the stairs, where magical lights shone brightly in the distance.

Every evil is laid bare.

A group of graceful figures were bound by chains in various locations: on a bed, on a cross, hanging upside down from the ceiling...

Their snow-white skin was covered with bite marks from wild animals or whip marks. Some were incontinent, some had silly grins on their faces, and many more had numb eyes, their faces and bodies covered in filth.

They are all very beautiful, with great figures, and are rare beauties in the outside world.

According to Tai'an's aesthetic standards, some of them would score 90 points!

The loot from the Ashes has been added to the previous text—Chapter 89.

(End of this chapter)