I fabricated myths to guide the revival of spiritual energy.

He was not the kind of good-for-nothing playboy who only knew how to indulge in debauchery. On the contrary, he was an extremely rare genius alchemist among the younger generation of the White Tower nobles, and also the highest-ranking person in charge of this bloody underground laboratory.

At this moment, he was holding several magic storage crystals that emitted a faint glow, clearly preparing to transfer crucial experimental data and the most valuable samples.

Seeing the wreckage of the puppets and the corpses of the guards scattered on the ground, Victor showed little fear. His gaze, filled with an almost morbid fanaticism and greed, was fixed on Leah's newborn left eye.

"Incredible...it's a miracle!"

Victor licked his lips excitedly, his voice trembling, "There's no fluctuation of life magic whatsoever, completely violating the principle of equivalent exchange in alchemy, yet it reshaped flesh and blood, and even contains some kind of power of rules that transcends the elements!"

He stared at Leah with a fanatical gaze, as if she were a priceless treasure: "It seems the value left by your worthless father is far greater than I imagined. Arrest him; I want to dissect that eye myself!"

As soon as Victor finished speaking, he suddenly crushed a red magic crystal in his hand, fully activating the highest defense system of the underground experimental area of ​​Randall Manor.

"Boom!"

The walls of the laboratory trembled violently. A five-meter-tall "alchemy colossus" made of pure mithril and initial runes burst through the wall; on the ceiling, an "elemental cage" magic circle flashing with four-colored elemental light crashed down, attempting to trap Chu Tian; the white tiles on the floor cracked, and a sinister "magic extraction array" began to operate wildly; and behind Victor, a "flesh-and-blood transmutation beast" pieced together from the flesh and blood of countless failed experimental subjects let out a nauseating roar.

This is the accumulated foundation of a great mage family over hundreds of years, enough to crush any madman who dares to invade.

However, facing this overwhelming killing formation, Chu Tian simply walked forward step by step without expression.

The first step has been taken.

The indestructible mithril-alloy colossus had just raised its giant fist when Chu Tian's sword intent pierced through it.

With a crisp "crack," the colossus's magical core, which was said to be able to withstand forbidden spells, was instantly shattered, and its massive body split in two and collapsed with a bang.

The second step is to land.

The four-colored "elemental cage" covering Chu Tian's head was like an extremely fragile soap bubble the moment it touched three feet around him, and was easily sliced ​​into countless flying elemental light spots by the omnipresent protective sword intent.

The third step is to land.

The "magic extraction array" beneath their feet, which was frantically operating and trying to drain Chu Tian's magic power, discovered with great sorrow that it was not facing any magician at all, but an ultimate sword cultivator who was as unfathomable as an abyss!

Not only did the formation fail to extract any spiritual energy, but Chu Tian's domineering and unparalleled sword intent instead poured back into the formation's patterns. "Bang bang bang!" The nodes of the formation on the ground exploded one after another, and the backlash of magic power directly caused several high-level mages around them to vomit blood.

As Chu Tian took his fourth step, before the roaring "Flesh-and-Blood Refined Beast" could even get close, Chu Tian pointed his fingers like a sword and fiercely nailed it into the void.

"Awooo—!"

A massive, solidified cyan sword phantom appeared out of thin air, violently piercing through the monster's body and pinning it firmly to the reinforced alloy wall at the far end of the laboratory! Blood splattered everywhere!

Four steps, four moves.

It was utterly devastating, requiring no effort whatsoever.

When Chu Tian walked up to Victor, Victor's elegant and genius facade was finally and completely shattered.

His prized magic, his alchemical creations, and his family's heritage were nothing more than toys for a three-year-old child in front of this man in the blue robe.

True fear, like a cold, venomous snake, gripped the throat of this young nobleman.

Your revenge, you take it.

Chu Tian did not kill him immediately.

His cold eyes stared at Victor, and with his right hand, he deftly tapped four points on Victor's joints.

"ah--!"

Victor let out a scream that was extremely agonizing.

There was no bloodshed, but Chu Tian's sword energy had precisely severed all the magical energy pathways and meridians in his limbs. This genius alchemist was instantly reduced to a cripple; his legs gave way, and he knelt heavily before Lia with a thud.

Chu Tian withdrew his hand, took half a step back, and vacated the main spot.

He looked at Leah, who was tightly hugging her younger brother, and said three words indifferently: "Your revenge."

Lia looked at her enemy kneeling at her feet, wailing in pain.

At that moment, she thought of her father, who had been secretly executed; her mother, who had died of illness in the cold winter; and the innocent children of Tongxia District who had been preserved in glass jars.

But Leah didn't immediately pounce on him like a madwoman and tear him to pieces.

Having experienced despair and rebirth tonight, her eye, adorned with a dark gold sword pattern, possessed an extraordinary calmness beyond her years.

She stepped forward, grabbed Victor's hair with her blood-stained hands, and forced him to look up.

"Speak," Lia's voice was as cold as ice. "Where is this register of underground experiments? Who are the nobles involved in the human trafficking? And who exactly is providing you with backing within the White Tower Council?!"

Victor was in excruciating pain, his face covered in cold sweat, but he still gritted his teeth, glaring viciously at Leah: "You lowly bastard from the lower city... You think killing me will change anything? The Randall family and the White Tower Council won't let you get away with this! You'll all be yours..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Chu Tian casually raised his hand, and a chilling, materialized sword blade, seemingly capable of tearing apart the soul, gently pressed against Victor's brow.

That was a pure, higher-dimensional oppression of death.

Victor's mental defenses crumbled at that moment. He screamed in terror, "Don't kill me! I'll tell you! It's all in that purple recording crystal on the control panel! The financial records, the experimental data, the list of nobles who provided the poor, and the documents personally approved by the White Tower Council Chairman...it's all in there!"

Leah abruptly released her grip, strode to the control panel, and pulled out the purple master control crystal.

Instead of destroying it directly, on this massive and sophisticated magical control panel, Leah, relying on the little bit of basic magic engineering knowledge her father had taught her, found the internal interface that connected to the projection matrix of the main building of Randall Manor.

She plunged the purple crystal, filled with sin, deep into the crystal, and then slammed down the highest-level magic broadcast button.

next

Inside the banquet hall of the manor's main building, elegantly dressed nobles gathered, and an orchestra played a graceful waltz. The nobles raised their goblets, chatting and laughing.

Suddenly, the huge crystal walls surrounding the hall and the magnificent magic chandelier overhead simultaneously emitted an extremely piercing electrical noise.

Immediately afterwards, the soft lighting and magical projections vanished.

Instead, there are high-definition images of the bloody and cruel underground laboratory!

Countless deformed corpses soaked in jars, emaciated children wearing restraint collars, and appalling data from human experiments were presented to all the self-proclaimed nobles in an extremely abrupt and brutal manner.

The hall fell silent for a moment, then erupted in terrified screams and gasps of shock.

In the center of the scene, the once-arrogant genius Victor Randall is kneeling on the ground, covered in blood, like a stray dog. The recording of his confession echoes throughout the manor, bringing to light the names of one nobleman after another present.

Behind Victor stood a strange man in a blue robe, carrying a heavy, ancient sword case on his back. His eyes were as cold as if he were looking at a group of livestock about to be slaughtered.

At the very front of the screen, a girl from the lower-class area of ​​the city is tightly embracing her younger brother who has narrowly escaped death.

Her left eye, adorned with a faint dark gold sword pattern, pierced through the magic screen, its gaze fixed on everyone in the banquet hall with a deep-seated hatred and icy judgment.

"Waaah—! Waaah—! Waaah—!"

After a brief moment of deathly silence, the highest level of magical alarms blared across Randall Manor, the piercing siren tearing through the rainy night between the lower and upper city districts.

Under the distant night sky, the white tower, representing the highest power center of the magical world of Elran, instantly lit up with a dazzling and dangerous magical radiance after sensing the great change, like a terrifying beast that had been provoked, illuminating half of the sky.