Wizard: I crush legends with martial arts.

Chapter 161 The Phantom of the Night

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Alphonse then summoned Monica into the room.

The girl, hailed as the "Flower of the North," is now even more radiant.

Her eyes sparkled with charm and allure.

The Heavenly Demon Sect's techniques are inherently focused on cultivating the mind and are adept at bewitching people's minds.

Although her cultivation level wasn't high, she had received the true teachings of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

Now, every smile and frown of hers has a captivating charm that is hard to resist.

Monica wasn't surprised; Alphonse had never hidden his intention to use her as a cultivation vessel from his heart.

Blinded by the Soul-Stealing Technique, she now regards Alphonse as a master more precious than her own life, so what does it matter if she makes some sacrifices?

Alphonse was no longer a novice; in his previous life, he had many wives and concubines and had been through the world of women.

With just a little manipulation, Monica lost all control.

The giant ship cleaved through the waves, broke through the barriers, and rushed into the harbor.

After a long while, the wind and rain finally stopped.

Although he absorbed Monica's yin essence, Alphonse ultimately couldn't bring himself to drive her away and instead used his internal energy to refine it.

He simply held Monica, whose eyes still bore traces of tears, and fell into a deep sleep.

He didn't know how much time had passed when Alphonse suddenly woke up.

A sense of foreboding arose in my heart.

The warnings are getting stronger with each wave of spiritual awareness.

An extremely dangerous creature is approaching.

The surroundings were eerily quiet.

This is the biggest anomaly.

Even inside the castle, with Alphonse's current level of cultivation, he should be able to hear the wind and the rustling of leaves outside.

At this moment, even a pin dropping on the ground would be clearly audible.

The room was completely silent except for Monica's soft, even breathing.

Monica was still fast asleep, like a puppet that had lost its soul.

Alphonse nudged her twice, but couldn't wake her up.

The candlelight on the candlestick in the room also underwent some strange changes, emitting a faint green glow and swaying slowly.

"Baron Tartarus, you are quite vigilant, having detected my arrival."

A sharp, hoarse voice, like that of a night owl, rang out.

Suddenly, another person appeared in the room.

Perhaps, they shouldn't be called human.

It cannot be called one.

It would be more accurate to call it a big lump.

He looked like an old man, his body bent over very low, his face full of deep wrinkles like orange peel, and his thick, long white eyebrows even obscured his eyes, leaving only a wrinkled, hooked nose and a thick tuft of white beard below it.

His entire head was covered by the hood.

If that were all, it wouldn't be considered extraordinary.

On his back, there seemed to be a large, unidentifiable lump, which bent his back under its weight.

Just like a snail, carrying a heavy shell on its back.

Alphonse couldn't tell what it was either, because the strange old man was completely shrouded in a black and blue robe printed with stars.

The exposed hand was gripping a staff that looked like a tree trunk picked up from somewhere, with some black and gray strips of cloth wrapped around it.

But at the top of that staff, there was a huge, blood-red vertical eye that was still blinking.

Even his claws, with their unusually long and sharp nails.

He's clearly not a good person.

However, the feedback from the spiritual sense was extremely strange. It sensed danger, but the place where the old man was hiding was completely empty.

But his presence was clearly visible to my eyes.

Alphonse's eyes are imbued with the fiery red light, making him immune to illusions.

This old man is not a phantom; he truly exists.

It's impossible to tell whether he's strong or weak.

"Who are you?" Alphonse demanded.

"Please allow me to introduce myself."

The old man let out a strange laugh, like a broken bellows, or like fingernails scraping against glass, extremely grating.

"I am Suguna, the corrupt sage of the Doguru race. In your human terms, our race is also called the Demon race."

Before he could finish speaking, a blazing bolt of lightning struck him with incredible speed.

What's the point of talking to the demons? Alphonse raised his hand and unleashed a powerful sword strike.

A magic circle suddenly appeared out of thin air.

The sword struck the magic circle without making a sound; it vanished without a trace.

It was as if it had been swallowed up by that magic circle.

Alphonse's heart skipped a beat, and he was startled.

The fact that the Overlord Sword failed to achieve its goal was expected, but its bizarre disappearance was quite strange.

Could it be spatial magic?

Has the Overlord Sword been moved to another location?

"Baron Tartarus, you really are impatient. How can you treat guests who have come from afar like this?"

Suguna chuckled again. "I was planning to discuss something with you. I saw your magic the other day; it was quite amusing!"

"Are you the mastermind behind that monster tide?" Alphonse asked in a deep voice.

"That's right." Liuguna did not deny it. "If it weren't for that chosen one of the gods who could communicate with the God of Light, and the fact that the magic of the God of Light naturally suppresses me, I should have shown up long ago and dealt with those members of the Church of the God of Light."

"If you are willing to submit to our Doguru tribe and undergo baptism, we can grant you one wish, whatever it may be! For example, to resurrect your father who died unexpectedly!"

Alphonse noticed something amiss at that moment, which startled him. The deathly energy within his Niwan Palace began to surge and churn.

This old fellow has already made his move quietly.

Such methods are somewhat similar to those of the Heavenly Demon Sect under the Holy Sect. They appear calm and collected on the surface, but launch surprise attacks in secret, which are shocking and unsettling.

"You're insane!" Alphonse threw off the covers and leaped into the air.

In an instant, the person transformed into a state with snow-white hair and fiery red eyes.

Liuguna was somewhat surprised.

As intelligent beings, we should have aspirations.

This corrupt sage is best at corrupting people's minds; as long as there is a gap in the mind, it is easy for him to take advantage of it.

However, Alphonse showed no sign of anything amiss with the mind magic he had secretly used.

How could a human nobleman have a pure and innocent heart?

Even the slightest desire should be magnified many times over!

A huge, dark vortex, like a black hole, appeared in mid-air, from which shot out an incomparably sharp, dark sword beam.

The formless sword energy that shatters the body reappears!

Alphonse's strongest move ever!

Having killed a large number of magical beasts, Alphonse accumulated a massive amount of necromantic energy.

Since the Overlord Sword technique was ineffective, this ultimate skill was the only option left.

"It's no use." Even as the black sword energy was about to strike, Liuguna was still able to laugh, and his laughter was unusually strange.

The magic circle reappeared out of thin air.

Besides being skilled in mind magic, he is also proficient in spatial magic. Even his true form does not exist in this space, but rather in a crevice within it.

Therefore, it can be said that Suguna exists in this space, or it can be said that it does not exist.

Such an attack could not possibly hit him.

But then, an unexpected event occurred.

The magic circle shattered upon contact with the black sword energy.

(End of this chapter)