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

After a passionate kiss, just as Cathy was about to take off her clothes and take the next step, Tyron pushed her away and said seriously, "Cathy, it's not the right time yet."

"The difference in our social status is too great."

Cathy's skin, which had turned pink from shyness and impulsiveness, gradually cooled down after Tyron's calm "It's not the right time yet."

A hint of surprise flashed in her large, dreamy eyes, which quickly turned into deep emotion.

In this dog-eat-dog world, where nobles treat commoners like dirt and the strong see the weak as playthings...

Tyron's restraint was automatically filtered into the highest level of gentlemanly conduct and his deepest affection for her in her eyes.

"Could you... hold me a little longer?"

The girl asked, her voice still lingering with interest.

Tyron smiled and nodded, reaching out to gently embrace the petite yet incredibly voluptuous figure that belied her age.

Feeling the warmth and heartbeat of the body in his arms, Tyron's mind remained as calm as a scalpel.

He was making the final patch.

"Cathy, listen."

Tyron's deep, magnetic voice rang in Cathy's ear:

"After what happened today, we are now family, bound together by life and death."

"There are some things that concern our future, and you need to keep them in mind."

Cathy buried her face in his chest like an obedient doll and nodded obediently: "Yes, you can say whatever you want, I'll listen to whatever you say."

"Regarding all the credit for this."

Tyronn's tone suddenly shifted, becoming unusually serious:

"Don't tell anyone that I gave it to you."

"To everyone, including your father, you should say that it was Mr. Markley who gave you this tremendous credit."

Cathy suddenly looked up, her face filled with confusion and bewilderment:

"Why? Aren't you the teacher's student? Isn't your achievement a result of the teacher's guidance? Why lie?"

Tyron smiled, gently stroking her long, soft green hair, his eyes carrying a world-weary look.

"You're still young, and there are some adult rules that you wouldn't understand even if I explained them to you."

"Just remember, I will never harm you."

"Doing what I say is the best choice for you, for me, for the teacher, and even for your Hoffmann family."

He remembered very clearly the death of Deng Ai, a lesson from history.

When Deng Ai secretly crossed Yinping and destroyed Shu Han, one of the direct causes of his death was that he arbitrarily appointed Liu Shan and the officials of Shu in the name of the emperor.

As a vanguard general, you've done all the favors the boss wanted to do, even bestowing official titles upon the prisoners. How will Sima Zhao then use kindness to win people's hearts in the future?

Overstepping one's bounds is a path to death.

The same principle applies now.

If Macley wants to gain a foothold in the Wizarding Tower, or even advance further in factional struggles, he must become deeply entangled with the powerful local Hoffman family.

This "gratitude for saving his daughter" plus the "favor for rewarding him" must be Mackley's gratitude, and can only be Mackley's gratitude.

As for Tyron himself?

All he needs to do is hold Cathy's heart.

After this battle, Cathy had completely transformed into his shape.

Other empty titles will only become a burden.

Feeling the warmth of Tyrone's embrace, Cathy, though unaware of the intricacies of the situation, nodded happily out of absolute trust in Tyrone.

"Okay! I'll do whatever you say!"

Looking at the girl in his arms with her eyes closed and the corners of her mouth turned up, Tyron's lips also curled into a satisfied smile.

Baby face with large breasts, inheriting the bloodline, obedient and sensible...

No one could dislike such a beautiful girl.

"Every family with a lineage has a prominent ancestor."

"With my guidance, this girl will definitely become a key connection for me!"

Just as the two were enjoying this rare moment of tenderness.

Rumble!!!

A muffled and terrifying clap of thunder suddenly pierced through the thick rock layers, rolling in from the distant horizon.

The entire mountain was trembling violently, and dust was falling from the top of the stone chamber.

The magical elements in the air, which had been calm, now seemed to be summoned by some higher will, and began to stir and escape wildly, as if they were afraid of something coming.

Cathy abruptly lifted her head from Tyrone's embrace, her eyes filled with shock:

"This level of lightning element fluctuation... it's the Tower Master! The Tower Master has arrived!"

……

Deep within the Silent Mountains, in a vast valley shrouded in crimson mist.

This place has become a hell.

The once elite border cavalry regiment was now almost completely wiped out.

In a runic array filled with blood and severed limbs, the dead soldiers did not find peace.

Their corpses, corrupted by the magic of the abyss, twisted their flesh and mutated their bones, transforming into skinless, muscle-bound, four-limbed humanoid monsters that were frantically tearing apart their former comrades.

In the center of the battlefield, a dilapidated defensive magic array is still struggling to hold on.

The middle-aged man, Torus Sama Hoffman, whose bright silver armor was already shattered and whose body was covered in blood, was leaning on a broken sword, desperately protecting the four remaining young clergy behind him.

He was left with only four close confidants, including Minsk, who had lost an arm and was pale-faced.

As a level 5 ritual knight, Torus's strength is comparable to that of a level 5 official wizard.

But at this moment, he was already at his limit, and the fighting spirit in his body was almost exhausted.

Outside the magic circle stood a nauseatingly terrifying figure.

It was a giant man over two meters tall, wearing a scarlet bishop's robe, exuding the terrifying aura of a half-step great wizard.

The most horrifying thing is that he had four heads growing on his neck!

Right in the center is a bald head with a face full of scars; that is his true form.

The other three heads were none other than the three official wizards from Downton, Nok, and Kane's Wizard Tower who had just set off with the team!

At this moment, although the three heads had their eyes closed, they still retained the painful expressions they had before they died. The flesh and blood at their necks were fused with the giant's body, making them look extremely ferocious.

Cardinal Munster of the Gluttony Church: "The Brain Eater".

A madman who specializes in plundering knowledge and spiritual power by devouring the brains of wizards.

"Hoffman, give up."

The bald head in the middle of Munster's head grinned and let out a piercing, maniacal laugh:

"You should feel honored! To become nourishment for my ascension to Grand Wizard is the greatest value of your lives!"

As he laughed, the other three wizard heads also opened their mouths strangely, emitting eerie laughter in different tones, like a chorus from hell.

Torus spat out a mouthful of blood and sneered:

"Stop dreaming! With your mental strength, you simply cannot suppress and fuse the soul memories of three formal wizards at the same time!"

"You want the Hoffman family bloodline as a remedy? Dream on! I'd rather self-destruct than let you succeed!"

"Hehehe..."

Munster wasn't angry. Instead, he stuck out his long, scarlet tongue and licked his lips, his eyes revealing a lewd and greedy look:

"Although you are my first choice, I have a backup plan."

"I heard your precious daughter has also awakened her bloodline? And the concentration seems to be even higher than yours..."

"Tsk tsk tsk, that delicate-skinned little girl must taste much better than you, you old codger."

"You dare!!!"

Torus's eyes were bloodshot, and his magic erupted once more, but he staggered due to his severe injuries.

"How did you find out about Cathy? If you dare lay a finger on her, I'll haunt you even in death!"

"To become a ghost? You won't even have the chance to become a ghost!"

Munster grinned maliciously and swung the skeletal scepter down with a vengeance.

There are far too many people who dislike you.

"Judging by the time, the operation over there should have succeeded. In that case, it's time for you to get going!"

boom!

As the scepter was waved, the surrounding space trembled instantly.

The magic power, on the verge of liquefaction, surged like a black tide, and in an instant, countless cracks appeared in the space surrounding the blood magic array.

Numerous tentacles emerged from the cracks, each covered in fangs and a mouth, swarming towards Torus and his companions.

An atmosphere of despair enveloped everyone.

Torus gripped the broken sword in his hand, only to find that he no longer had the strength to even stand up.

A blond young man standing next to him, a member of the church's clergy, rebuked him sternly:

"Damn cultists! My father is a bishop, he won't let you get away with this!"

Munster laughed heartily, his eyes filled with disdain:

"Your useless bishop father? He won't live much longer either!"

Just as Torus and the others were plunged into utter despair.

Snap!

A crisp cracking sound echoed through the sky.

Immediately following was a deafening roar.

The abyss shielding barrier that shrouded the valley suddenly cracked like an eggshell being hit by a giant hammer.

boom!

The next instant, a huge hole was violently blasted open.

A blinding beam of lightning shot straight down from the hole, instantly turning the countless tentacles into charred remains.

Amidst the dazzling lightning, an old man with white hair and beard, dressed in a deep purple robe, appeared out of thin air.

He held a jeweled scepter entwined with dark vines, his eyes flashed with lightning, and countless tiny lightning snakes surrounded his body.

He hovered silently in mid-air, like a thunder god wielding divine punishment, looking down at the ants on the ground.

"Lord Kane Tower?!"

Those below, including Torus, who had narrowly escaped death, trembled with excitement upon seeing that familiar figure, and screamed hoarsely:

"Lord Kane!!"

The newcomer was none other than the master of the Kane Wizard Tower, a Level 3 Archmage—Mok Taus Salk Kane.

Moke nodded slightly, his voice calm yet like rolling thunder:

"Don't worry, reinforcements will be here soon. None of these insects will escape."

Meanwhile, on the ground, Munster's smugness had vanished, replaced by extreme shock and fear.

The four heads screamed simultaneously:

"Kane?! How is this possible! What are you doing here?!"

"My plan was flawless! How did you know?"

Mok looked down at him coldly, his eyes devoid of any emotion:

"You have no right to know about blasphemous things."

The voice just fell.

The completely liquefied magic surged around him, and in an instant, thunder roared in the sky, and countless bolts of lightning descended from the heavens.

"Lightning Punishment".

shhhhhh!

Hundreds of lightning spears, condensed from high-purity lightning element, instantly took shape and fell like missiles, accompanied by a piercing sonic boom, precisely covering the area where Monster was located.

"Damn it! Damn it! Defense!!"

The others then immediately cast spells to struggle against the lightning that was falling from the sky.

Monster screamed, wildly waving his skeletal staff, tearing open a teleportation rift behind him, and turned to escape.

However, Mok clearly had no intention of letting him go.

"Trying to leave?"

Moke snorted coldly and pressed his scepter down again.

It's sizzling!

A terrifyingly massive lightning spear, over two meters in diameter and thirty meters in length, tore through the air like a nail falling from the sky, hurtling straight toward Munster's body.

Sensing the terrifying energy behind him that was enough to completely obliterate him, Munster let out a desperate scream.

In the face of life and death, he displayed astonishing operational skills.

Suddenly, countless mouths on his body opened, swallowing up more than a dozen of his subordinates, including the official wizards of the Sunfire Wizard Tower, and instantly converting them into magic power.

Immediately afterwards, the bald-headed mainframe chanted frantically, erecting a pitch-black abyss shield.

The wizard's head on the left controlled the mutated three-headed earth dragon, which lunged at the lightning spear recklessly, attempting to hold it off for a moment.

Two tentacles shot out from the wizard's head on the right, gripping the edge of the teleportation rift tightly and desperately pulling at his body.

The wizard's head in the middle let out a piercing roar:

"Kane! Killing me would shatter the balance of power among the major factions! You'll regret it!"

One mind doing four things at once!

In such intense combat, a person can do four completely different things at the same time.

This multi-threaded operation capability is incredibly tempting for any wizard.

However, in the face of absolute power, fancy tricks are meaningless.

boom!

The giant lightning spear pierced through the three-headed earth dragon that was being used as cannon fodder without any resistance, instantly vaporizing it.

Immediately afterwards, it slammed hard into the abyss shield.

Click!

The shield shattered like paper.

With a scream, Munster painfully summoned an egg-shaped artifact that exuded an ancient aura.

hum!

The eggshell created a barrier of light, which actually blocked the lightning spear for two seconds.

"The Void Shell? An epic item just shattered like that?!" Torus, watching from afar, was dumbfounded.

The Void Shell is an epic item. Legend has it that this thing can make one immune to all magic attacks below level 7, and one can also fly at extremely high speeds while riding inside it.

The last time this thing appeared, it sold for a sky-high price of 30 million purple gold coins.

Now, it's all shattered!

Although Munster was so heartbroken he was about to cry, the two seconds that the Void Shell bought him saved his life.

Taking advantage of the moment the prop shattered, Munster, dragging his half-body charred black by the aftershocks of the lightning, scrambled into the teleportation rift in a disheveled state.

The rift closed swiftly, leaving only a roar filled with resentment and unwillingness:

"Kane!! This isn't over!!"

Moke did not pursue them.

We shouldn't pursue a desperate enemy, especially since there are wounded soldiers here who need protection.

He descended slowly, his scepter tapping lightly on the ground.

sizzle.

Three gentle bolts of lightning descended from the sky, precisely pinning down several stragglers who had tried to ambush Torus, and protecting Torus and his companions within.

Even as he desperately tried to escape, Munster still couldn't figure it out.

Why did Moke suddenly appear here?

Are the plans outside not going very smoothly?

Even his spies hidden in the four wizard towers did not make any unusual movements or reports. How could the great wizard, who should have been preoccupied with all sorts of trivial matters, have arrived on the battlefield without any warning?

Which part of the process went wrong?

Which damn bastard ruined his perfect plan?!