The Wizard: Starting as a Corpse Collector Apprentice and Paying for a Monthly Subscription

Meanwhile, the Gluttonous Acolyte, perched on the tree spirit's shoulder, saw the boy ahead carrying someone and suddenly accelerating, and a hint of annoyance flashed in his eyes.

"Isn't this rat... using a bit too many tricks?"

"I intended to conserve more Abyssal power to deal with subsequent reinforcements... Damn bugs!"

The Gluttonous Acolyte snorted and slammed his withered hand onto the tree spirit.

hum!

More black energy surged in.

The clumsy tree spirit let out a roar, and its previously stiff steps instantly became agile, increasing its speed by 50% in an instant!

At the same time, dozens of thick black tentacles shot out from the tree spirit's back, sweeping towards Tyrion like tracking missiles.

Without turning his head, Tyrion used his mental power to control three enchanted flying swords, which danced wildly behind him.

Brush brush!

The sharp bone blades severed one tentacle after another, but there were simply too many tentacles, and they regenerated extremely quickly.

The distance is being closed little by little.

50 meters...30 meters...20 meters...

"We're catching up!"

Just then.

Boom!

A large tree in front of him suddenly collapsed, and a thick, black trunk swept across, blocking Tyron's path.

Those were roots planted by the tree spirit in advance to ambush them!

"Damn it!"

Tyronn slammed on the brakes, pushed off with both legs, and leaped into the air to try and dodge the sweeping attack.

But he was in mid-air and had nowhere to get a foothold.

Snapped!

A tentacle shot from behind and precisely wrapped around his ankle.

Immediately afterwards, another tentacle, as thick as a human thigh, lashed out at his back.

"puff!"

Tyron felt as if he had been hit by a truck. He spat out a mouthful of blood and fell heavily to the ground along with Cathy on his shoulder, rolling around in a heap.

The intense suffocation made his vision go black, and the pain caused him to convulse.

Boom!

The earth trembled.

A huge shadow fell over the two of them.

The terrifying tree spirit had caught up, and the Gluttonous Acolyte looked down at the two on the ground, his eyes filled with mockery and cruelty:

"Running? Why did you stop running?"

"They're really tenacious..."

It raised its claws, ready to deliver the final blow to the pesky male apprentice.

Just then.

Tyron, who was lying on the ground, suddenly sprang up.

But he neither attacked the monster nor ran away.

He pulled Cathy into his arms, his left arm tightly around her neck, while his right hand gripped the sharp bone dagger, pressing it directly against Cathy's fair and delicate carotid artery.

Tyron's face was flushed, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were even more crazed than the monster's.

"Don't move!!!"

This roar made the Gluttonous Acolyte freeze in his tracks, who was about to make a move.

Tyron stared intently at the monster in the tree, the tip of his sword already piercing Cathy's skin, bright red blood flowing down the blade:

"I know your plans! You need Hoffman's bloodline!!"

"Don't push me too far! Or I'll kill her right now!"

"So what if we all go down together? If I die, you won't get away with it either!"

Cathy, who was being held tightly in someone's arms, had a moment of blankness in her mind.

She stared blankly at the blade stained with her own blood, and felt Tyron's rapid, murderous breath behind her.

The stark contrast left her completely bewildered, but she eventually came to understand.

She closed her eyes, filled with despair and disappointment, willingly becoming Tyrion's hostage.

The Gluttonous Acolyte perched on the tree spirit's massive shoulders, looking down at Tyrion.

Its cloudy yellow eyes were now filled with irritation and confusion.

"Damn bugs..."

It couldn't understand which sewer this rat, which should have been easily crushed, had crawled out from.

How did he know they needed information about the Hoffmann family bloodline?

And who taught him to use a sacrifice as a hostage to threaten a formal wizard in such a desperate situation?

Below, Tyronn looks like a lone wolf cornered in a desperate situation.

His left arm was tightly wrapped around Cathy's slender waist, like holding a delicate doll, while his right hand held a skeletal short sword, the sharp tip of which had already pierced the girl's tender skin and was pressed firmly against her carotid artery.

Blood flowed down his pale neck, staining his collar red.

"Do you really think your plan is foolproof?!"

Tyron's eyes were bloodshot, his voice hoarse and frantic, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth:

"My mentor discovered you rats in the gutter long ago! That's why he sent me here as an inside man!"

Psychological warfare tactics.

He was gambling, gambling on Cathy's importance.

Upon hearing this, the Gluttonous Acolyte let out a piercing sneer, a sound like two rusty iron pieces rubbing together:

"bluff."

"I don't believe you would dare kill a noble lady."

"If you kill her, not only will you not survive, but you will also be hunted down to the ends of the earth by the Hoffman family."

Before he finished speaking, his withered fingers twitched slightly.

Swish!

The ground around them instantly cracked open, and countless thick vines, like predatory pythons, swept towards the two from all directions, attempting to forcibly take them away.

"Then let's die together!!"

Tyron let out a hysterical roar, his eyes filled with resolute bloodshot veins.

puff!

Without any hesitation, he slammed the short sword in his hand down.

The sharp bone blade instantly sliced ​​through the surface muscles of Cathy's neck, and blood gushed out like a torrent.

"ah!!"

Cathy let out a piercing scream. The excruciating pain and fear of death made her tremble violently, and tears and snot streamed down her face.

Her once clear eyes were now filled with shock, despair, and fear of death.

This is not something an introverted and insecure girl could fake!

It was so real that even the Gluttonous Acolyte was taken aback.

"Stop! Stop, stop, stop!!"

The Gluttonous Acolyte hurriedly waved his hand, and the vines that were about to entangle the two of them instantly stopped in mid-air, less than half a meter away from Tyrion's head.

Its cloudy eyes were fixed on Cathy's expression, filled with terror and disappointment, and it instantly made a judgment:

This is definitely not acting; this kid really dares to do it!

This girl is crucial to His Holiness the Bishop's successful advancement to Grand Wizard! She absolutely cannot be allowed to fail!

"Don't get excited, little one."

The Gluttonous Acolyte's voice was so sinister it could drip water, and his distorted face was filled with dread:

"Put down the knife, we can talk."

Tyron didn't lower his guard; instead, he tightened his grip on Cathy, gritting his teeth as he said:

"Fool! Don't you think about it? If I really didn't know anything, how could I have driven you to this point?!"

Upon hearing this, the murderous intent in the eyes of the Gluttonous Acolyte subsided slightly.

indeed.

An ordinary Level 2 apprentice was able to kill a Level 6 apprentice, knew one of the core secrets of their plan, and even possessed the ruthlessness and madness to take his comrade hostage and attack the hostage...

There must be a mastermind behind this!

"very good."

The Gluttonous Acolyte waved his hand, and the suffocating vines and tentacles around him slowly retreated and shrank back into the ground.

It looked down at Tyrion, its tone icy:

"What do you need? Tell me."

Tyron slightly raised the blade to allow Cathy to catch her breath, but still maintained a posture that could slit her throat at any moment.

He took a deep breath and uttered three words:

"Live on."

"Heh, that's easy."

The Gluttonous Acolyte grinned, revealing a row of sharp, yellow teeth; his smile was ferocious and eerie.

It reached out and pulled out one of its teeth, then casually tossed it towards Tyrion:

"This is my token. With it, you can pass through all the outer blockades without any problems."

The tooth traced an arc through the air, carrying a faint, foul odor, before slowly falling.

Tyronn's gaze was instinctively drawn to the keepsake...

Whether he believed it or not, Tyrone had to make sure that this thing wouldn't cause him any direct harm.

In that very instant.

There was no warning whatsoever.

There was no spellcasting action.

There wasn't even a fluctuation of magic power.

"Uh...uh..."

Tyron suddenly felt as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping his throat.

An indescribable feeling of suffocation instantly engulfed him.

The feeling of suffocation was so sudden and pure, as if all the air in the world had been completely sucked out in that one second.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a cold, viscous, black liquid with a putrid smell fill his lungs!

"Cough...cough cough!!"

Tyron released Cathy helplessly, clutching his throat tightly with both hands, and collapsed to his knees in agony.

His eyes instantly became bloodshot, and then black sludge gushed out of his eyes, nostrils, and mouth.

The world in his vision quickly faded, leaving only distorted black and white.

He heard countless insane and inhuman babbling and howls, as if countless evil spirits were devouring his soul.

"What's going on?!"

"Where did the attack come from?!"

"Why can't I see the projectile trajectory? Why is there no casting animation?!"

Tyrone's brain was racing in excruciating pain, but he couldn't find any answers.

Is this the method of a formal wizard?

Silent and stealthy, a devastating blow!

Freed from her restraints, Cathy collapsed to the ground, clutching her bleeding neck, and looked in horror at Tyron, who was struggling in pain beside her.

Black veins bulged under Tyron's skin, like countless worms crawling around, and he exuded a nauseating abyssal aura.

As a learned noblewoman, she recognized the terrifying spell at a glance.

"Abyssal Breath Technique?!"

Cathy's eyes widened, and her voice trembled.

Abyssal Breath Technique

Level 6 dark magic, a truly high-level spell.

Effect: Summons the filthy abyss, filling the target's lungs directly, causing physical suffocation while using the will of the abyss to erode the target's soul.

This is an extremely vicious and dangerous spell.

Even a formal wizard of the same level would have a very low chance of survival if ambushed like this.

Even if they barely survive, their souls will suffer permanent damage from the corruption of the abyss, their cultivation level will plummet, and they may never be able to make any progress in their lives.

"A mere apprentice has forced me to use this level of magic..."

The Gluttonous Acolyte stood on the tree spirit's shoulder, watching Tyrion writhe on the ground in agony, gradually losing his life, his eyes filled with disdain and indifference:

"Killing you would be an honor for you."

It dared not add any more variables.

Therefore, it directly used its most powerful methods, even if it was like using a cannon to kill a mosquito, to completely eliminate this uncertain factor.