I am a mage, with an infinite mana bar!

Chapter 206 Ritual Tower

On the other hand, Hector and his two companions arrived at the Corruption Cult camp at almost the same time as Lynn.

This camp was significantly larger than the other two, and the altar built around a seven-story round tower was spectacular. In addition to the intricate patterns that served as ritual arrays, it also had eleven stone pillars.

There was no one between the stone pillars, but the lingering despair and bloodshed could still be deeply felt.

Leander did the same thing, bending down to pick up a boulder with his massive bear body, using the momentum to spin it around, and then hurling it into the Green Tower camp.

However, his aim was clearly off this time, and he missed the most crucial altar and the seven-story round tower, instead smashing into the nearby tents and simple wooden houses.

Those poor wretches who were hit didn't even have time to scream before they were crushed into mincemeat by the boulders.

Leander listened intently, and upon hearing the beautiful sounds of flesh being crushed and life fading away, he felt a sense of joy and almost clapped his hands in delight.

Lynn couldn't help but think that this guy looked more like a cult member.

The corrupt cultists in the camp were quickly alerted, and a short, broad-shouldered, gray-skinned male dwarf leaped from the crowd.

He flew into the air, his eyes turning pitch black, like the gaze of the dead, instantly piercing through the uninvited guest hundreds of meters away.

Hector, the leader, seemed to have anticipated this. He shook his staff, and bursts of light enveloped the three of them, blocking the gray dwarf's view while also shooting out a magical ray that aimed at the dwarf's eyes.

"The gray dwarf immediately fell from mid-air, clutching his head as if he were in great pain."

The three immediately began the decapitation strike. Leander spread his arms wide, roared to the sky, and then ran at full speed. He leaped up from a distance and crashed down on the gray dwarf like a huge mountain of flesh.

The veteran warriors, on the other hand, run on two legs. With the help of "running fast", they move as fast as the wind. Using the momentum, they strike the enemy ahead of time, their bodies spinning, and the sword light suddenly cuts into the crowd like a whirlwind, causing blood to splatter everywhere.

Hector, expressionless, used "Stealth Step" to close the distance in the blink of an eye, then chanted a spell, and a series of magical missiles shot out from his staff.

Under this barrage of attacks, the veteran gray dwarf had no power to resist and was beheaded by the warrior, dying on the spot.

In an instant, the remaining novice and apprentice level remnants in the corrupt camp were routed, torn apart by bear claws, slashed by sword blades, and bombarded by magical missiles, screaming in agony.

"This is completely one-sided—"

Lynn watched with great interest, secretly marveling at how truly outstanding the elite of the region were.

"This is really disappointing. Is this all these guys are capable of?" Leander, now a demonic bear, complained as he spat out a mouthful of flesh after just biting the head off a novice young spellcaster.

His alchemy clearly incorporated a lot of the essence of wild beasts, thus arousing his bestial nature and making him bloodthirsty and murderous.

Hector, who was summoning a gale to clear the battlefield, glanced at Leander upon hearing this, "If you haven't done your job yet, there is an important matter that you absolutely must handle."

"Oh?" Leander immediately became interested, tapping his two bear paws together in front of his chest, and asked curiously, "What is it?"

Hector pointed to the very conspicuous seven-story round tower in the center of the camp, "Although that tower looks simple, it is protected by multiple layers of magic, and only your monstrous strength can destroy it."

Leander was taken aback by what he heard, then burst into laughter. He turned around, put all four paws on the ground, and suddenly accelerated toward the round tower.

boom!

The powerful body collided with the seemingly precarious tower, yet the tower remained completely still.

Leander was very puzzled. He grabbed his right hand, gathered all his strength, and slammed it hard against the tower wall.

As he attacked, Hector behind him simultaneously raised his staff, and a pure white light enveloped Leander's body.

His strength instantly increased!

This blow finally caused the round tower to tremble violently.

The next second, the tower began to twist violently and collapsed rapidly like a sandcastle being washed away by the sea.

But the collapse only reached halfway, and it looked as if half of the upper part of the tower had melted and peeled away.

Leander was very surprised to see this and couldn't help but take a step closer to examine the peeling plaster of the tower. Suddenly, an eye opened on the grayish-brown, greenish, semi-melted bricks.

A light brown human eye, a color extremely common among the Assassin human race.

Leander paused for a moment, then saw the part of the person's eye that resembled an eyelid flip open, revealing two rows of small, sharp teeth.

"Ahhhh—"

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A heart-wrenching, soul-shaking scream pierced Leander's eardrums!

He fainted on the spot.

Hector reacted swiftly, flicking his staff, which instantly extended more than ten meters, grabbing Leander's massive body and pulling him away from the vicinity of the seven-story round tower.

At the same time, he erected a protective barrier to keep out the eerie sound waves and gaze.

The seven-story tower of the Corruption Cult has completely lost its normal appearance. Its main trunk still retains its cylindrical shape, but the upper half has separated into countless viscous, long, strip-shaped fragments, which open up like outstretched wings.

But the feathers that make up those wings are actually oval-shaped eyes.

Emerald green, brown, jet black, azure blue—the whites of the eyes are clearly defined; elves, dwarves, gnomes, humans—these are the eyes of humanoid races.

In addition, there are the eyes of goblins with yellowish-brown sclera and extremely small pupils, the eyes of dire wolves with deep yellow pupils that turn green at night, and the eyes of ogres carved from stone.

This tower seems to be the guardian of the gates of hell, the source of calamities that devour lives, and the gathering place of countless restless souls.

Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands—far more than that!

Lynn's gaze swept over the object, but he dared not look directly at it, his heart filled with horror.

The number is so staggering that what they know is less than one-thousandth of it.

"How many years has this tower existed? And how many lives did the Corrupted Cult sacrifice to summon Adonis?"

Lynn clenched his fists tightly. The shock in his heart was gradually being replaced by anger. As a human being, he couldn't bear to witness this scene that could be described as shocking.

His resolve to purge the corrupt order and extinguish the flames of Adonis's resurgence grew several times stronger.

After the seven-story round tower underwent such a strange change, it made no further moves.

Just as Hector was about to take the opportunity to bring back Leander, whose fate was unknown, a series of seductive and charming laughs came from the top of the tower.

"Mr. Hector, it's been a long time. You still have that serious expression. I still prefer the expression you had when we spent the night together last time~"