Wizard's Journey

Chapter 285 Demon Hunting Achievements

at the same time……

Wizarding Continent, on the edge of the Thorn Forest in District 12 of the Seventh Ring Holy Tower.

"Hehehehehe, Hattori Hidden Treasure? This time, the black wizard's head in the demon-hunting battle can only belong to me, Seventh Ring Holy Tower Academy... Hehehehe, ignorant little kitten, it's time to end your vacation-like indulgent life on the Wizarding Continent and experience what true darkness and terror are. Tremble, be afraid, hehehehehehehe..."

This demon hunter dark wizard had a pair of cold eyes that emitted a dark red glow. A gray flame flickered above his head. Five skull rings were worn on his five withered fingers. His hunched body leaned on a magic staff made from the spine of an unknown animal. He grinned cruelly.

Such a figure is even more terrifying than a cruel dark wizard. This is a demon hunter dark wizard, a dark wizard who specializes in killing.

……

suck!

The sacred ruins have fallen in the Great Valley. The demon hunter wizard, whose skin is covered with pale white bone armor, stands on the desert like an alien creature. At his feet, a miniature three-headed dog keeps sniffing the corpse of a black wizard apprentice.

The three-headed dog's middle head has an extra pupil, giving it three eyes; it seems to be some kind of mutated, deformed three-headed dog creature.

"Pug, any leads?"

The witch-hunting wizard, whose entire body was covered in pale white bone armor, asked the miniature three-headed dog.

"Hmm, still not enough. Although it has been confirmed that this parasitic control worm called the Hidden Worm does have a close connection with the mother worm, this dark wizard seems to be extremely skilled in stealth techniques. I cannot determine his location for the time being."

The pale, bone-armored demon hunter's empty eyes gazed at a flock of white birds flying overhead, and he said indifferently, "Ah, I understand..."

……

Blacksor Tower Wizarding Academy.

A black-robed witch hunter landed on the ground.

jump!

Suddenly, the stone slab beneath the witch hunter's feet trembled and cracked, revealing a pair of footprints a full meter long with crystal-clear edges.

With a "thud," a crocodile tail landed on the stone slab beneath the gray wizard's robe, its metallic scales gleaming with a cold light.

Cuckoo.

A guardian owl from the Black Tower Academy landed, and the demon hunter wizard raised his head from beneath his wide wizarding robes and cloak, his voice incredibly hoarse as he said, "The Holy Tower issues a demon hunter mission: eliminate the black wizards hiding in the twelfth district of the Seventh Ring Holy Tower. Hattori Hirokura."

With a flash of light, two six-star patterns of Level 3 Honor Badges were printed on the wizard's shield!

With a coo, the owl flew away, and only a moment later, the Level 3 Headmistress Wizard from downstairs in Blacksotaperanos flew over, surrounded by water elemental mist.

"Kapilev, you're back..."

……

Bone Clock Tower Wizard Academy.

Bang!

Two demon hunter wizards, one of whom was a towering 2.2 meters tall, with muscles that resembled armor, broad cheekbones, and sunken eye sockets. He slammed his rough hand on the table with a loud bang and roared.

"Damn it! They actually leaked this scandal from the academy to the Seventh Ring Holy Tower and held a Demon Hunter Trial, sending many of their most promising Demon Hunter wizards to hunt down that Fallen One! After this, the Bone Bell Tower Wizarding Academy will never be able to hold its head high in the Seventh Ring Holy Tower for a thousand years! Damn it!"

On the other side, a 1.7-meter-tall witch hunter held a purple elemental greatsword, her short red hair covering one eyebrow.

The witch sat on the sofa, her voice icy. "The only way to salvage this situation now is for the Bone Bell Tower Wizarding Academy to personally eliminate that fallen one. Hmph, and the Holy Tower has seriously underestimated Hattori Hizo. They've treated this extermination of such a terrifyingly talented dark wizard as just another witch-hunting game!"

Bang!

After the table shook, the two-meter-tall demon hunter clenched his fists, his anger gradually subsiding, his face darkening as he pondered, "It seems we need to request the academy to intensify the investigation. Let's go back to the place where that investigating wizard was killed and investigate again to see if we can find anything new."

"Well, those guys who were able to earn the Medal of Honor during their first-level wizarding careers are all elite demon hunter wizards with incredibly high potential and terrifying strength. We can only do our best."

With their black bat wings spread, the red-haired witch and the giant flew out of the room together.

……

Dark Realm Wizarding Academy.

A young and beautiful blonde witch used the power of nature to lift her long golden hair, seemingly to prevent it from obstructing her vision. She held a quill pen in her hand and was intently drawing magical runes on a platform tens of meters high.

All the magical runes emitted an ominous, blood-red light, exuding an eerie aura.

These ominous crimson rays merged into one, numbering in the tens of thousands, densely packed together, as if containing some kind of rule, forming a self-contained whole.

She was the strongest wizard apprentice who represented the Dark Realm Wizarding Academy of District 12 in the Holy Tower Qualifying Battle more than a thousand years ago, and was known as the "Devil's Kiss Kuyak" by subsequent generations of District 12 wizard apprentices.

His legendary status among wizarding apprentices in the six colleges of District 12 was no less than that of the Pale Mask Grimm at that time.

Now, she has returned and has reached the limit of a first-level wizard. Her left hand, holding the blood-red magical rune ink, has begun to elementalize, turning into a blurry dark red.

After layer upon layer of crimson magic runes were drawn, just as Kuyak's quill brush left the cursed altar on the high platform, a star suddenly flashed in the sky, and a layer of dark green light surrounded the altar before returning to normal.

An ominous blood red.

This cursed altar seems to be subtly drawing in with certain rules of the wizarding world!

"Kuyak, seeing you now reminds me of the first time I saw you. At that time, I was convinced that you were a genius of the curse type. Now it seems that your future achievements may very well surpass my imagination."

A level-two old witch, draped in a black veil, spoke in a hoarse voice, her eyes seeming to glow with ghostly fire.

Kuyak smiled, his eyes crinkling, looking incredibly cute, not at all like a dark wizard with exceptional independent combat capabilities and ruthless killing skills.

"Mentor, without your guidance and instruction, how could I have achieved what I have today?"

After being modest, Kuyak used one hand with incredible speed to grab the hidden worm from the back of a black witch apprentice's skull specimen, and with the other hand, he casually summoned a magical restriction on the experimental table.

boom!

The black witch apprentice revealed the explosion, with red blood and white brain matter splattering out, all concealed by the barrier.

Kuyak casually held a small piece of malignant tumor and said with a grin, "Now, let me calculate the weakest time when Hattori's secret biological clock is resisting the curse magic, and then what auxiliary curse materials are needed."

Kuyak's voice was somewhat neutral: "Despair Collector? Hmph, its strongest aspect is also its true weakness."

……

One after another, first-class witchers who had earned the Medal of Honor traveled to the six wizarding academies of District Twelve.

They are all battle wizards among elemental wizards, and even more so, the elite among battle wizards.

The brutal trials of repeated demon-hunting expeditions have honed their combat skills, awareness, and resilience to a level far beyond what most arcane wizards of the same rank could imagine.

Only elite elemental wizards who specialize in combat can independently hunt down and kill the black wizards, humanity's mortal enemy.

……

Several days later, in the Thorn Forest, in an inconspicuous thicket.

"Ah...how is that possible!"

With a cry of alarm, Hattori Mizo, whose body was half-protruding from the giant tree, roared in pain, clutching his head with both hands, and his skin began to grow dense red bumps at a visible speed.

Immediately afterwards, these red bumps began to explode with "poof" "poof" "poof", and the bodily fluid mist formed the shape of a skull kiss in mid-air.

Suddenly, Hattori Mizo's expression changed drastically as if he had sensed something. He twisted his body and disappeared into the giant tree, and the next moment, he stretched out half of his body on the stone wall dozens of meters away.

Click!

The giant tree was attacked by some mysterious force; its leaves instantly withered and fell off, and its trunk bent visibly and softly.

The giant tree, once a lush and towering giant, has turned into a withered tree in the blink of an eye.

Hattori Mizo's face paled as he muttered, "He actually used my parasite to curse his main body? He broke through my Mustard Seed Arum and Black Skull Shackles to curse his main body, and in the end, he could only use the 'Blood of the World' talent to graft the curse!"

Hattori Hizo narrowed his eyes, and the flesh and bones exposed after the red bumps on his body exploded began to grow green leaves, rocks, and mud, quickly healing themselves.

"It seems the bounty on me has attracted the attention of the Seven Rings Holy Tower. I can't stay here any longer; I have to escape to the Dark Domain," Hattori Mizo muttered to himself.

"However, it's clear that this curse spell can only be cast when my biological clock is at its weakest, and it requires the use of parasites as a medium. Hmph, my biological clock is only at its weakest for fifteen seconds a month, and those mustard seed parasites should be recycled..."

(End of this chapter)