Icy corpses!

Bright red plasma!

And merciless killing and death!

Zhang Cheng used the most direct, primitive, and violent means to directly turn the originally clean corridor into purgatory, and the pungent smell of blood was enough to make the thickest nerves feel numb on the scalp.

With the exception of Moroya, who was still useful, all members of the Hightower family and soldiers had been cleaned up, even the servants who had come to see what had happened when they heard the voice.

He didn't even bother to identify the other party's identity, and he recklessly tested his newly acquired powers, especially lethal spells.

All of a sudden, the biting frost, scorching flames, and dazzling lightning were continuously released, and when more than half of the energy stored in the body was consumed, there were few survivors left in the entire tower.

Moroya stared at the repeatedly ravaged passage, as if she couldn't believe what was happening in front of her, to be more precise, she cared more about the unparalleled destructive power of the spell than her own father wanted to kill her.

After all, this aristocratic lady, who has been exposed to mystical knowledge since she was a child, has always felt that there are many exaggerated elements in the description of mages in books, such as the Loyna human water mage who once fought against the Valyrian dragon head-on, she really can't imagine how to fight against a powerful monster like a dragon with such a small human body.

But now, she finally realized that it was not the exaggeration of the descriptions in the books, but that she had never seen a real mage, and compared to the dazzling killing magic just now, the secret that the family had carefully hidden was not worth mentioning.

Mixed with a series of complex feelings such as longing, adoration, and fear, she unconsciously ignored the mutilated corpses everywhere, and began to develop an indescribable obsession.

Of course, Zhang Cheng didn't realize that Moroya Hightower already had a bit of a precursor to Stockholm syndrome, and walked through the broken walls to a room full of seawater.

Due to the effect of magical energy, the sea water in the room seems to be brought to life, and it continues to rotate around the pillar in the center, forming a huge vortex.

In order to confirm the power of the vortex, he immediately drew the dagger he carried with him and threw it vigorously.

In a split second!

The water that had been spinning at a constant speed suddenly accelerated, twisting the dagger with terrifying force, and then flung it out in one go, crashing into the inner wall and splashing golden sparks.

"Interesting, it seems that this is the last defense of the control center......"

Zhang Cheng muttered to himself as he observed the pillar carved in relief of various sea creatures in the center of the whirlpool.

He could clearly feel that it was these reliefs that gave the sea its terrifying lethality, while also protecting the core of the tower, and any intruder who wanted to seize control must first destroy the water flow before he could modify the authority and make himself the master of the tower.

Perhaps with Westeros' current magic technology, it is an impossible task to break the maelstrom supported by huge energy, but it is not difficult for Zhang Cheng, who has received the advanced theoretical knowledge of the Magic Kingdom Dalaran.

He had no intention of confronting the high-speed flowing seawater, so he took out the diamond that imprisoned the elemental soul and quickly recited the incomprehensible incantation.

In about ten seconds, the water elemental warrior Melroas appeared in the center of the room out of thin air, and instead of harming the body made of water, the high-speed swirling water around him injected an incredible vitality into it.

Feeling the effect of the vortex on itself, it was puzzled for a moment before asking angrily, "Great master, what is this place? Why can't I get in touch with the elemental world, and what is going on with this wonderful flow of water?"

"Shut up! I don't have time to answer any questions right now. See that huge whirlpool, use your power to make it stop!" Zhang Cheng gave a straightforward order.

For him, the enslaved element, like magical objects, is just a tool, and there is no need to think or waste time communicating.

"As you wish, my lord. Melroas, whose memories had been reconstructed, did not attempt to argue or resist, and obediently opened his arms and melted himself into the swirling current.

In less than a minute, it turned all the seawater in the room into a part of its body, making a constant splashing sound.

Zhang Cheng ignored the water elemental's joyful mood, and quickly approached the front, pouring the little magic power he had left into the stone pillar.

Although he initially encountered fierce resistance from the remnants of the original owner's magical power, in the end, he managed to defeat the opponent, rebuild the control center in his own way, and absorb a large amount of magical knowledge stored inside.

I don't know how long it took, maybe a few minutes, maybe a few hours, but when he opened his eyes again and woke up, the whole person became completely new, especially the spear-shaped tattoo on the back of his left hand, which exuded a soft dark blue, and each swing would trigger a slight tidal phenomenon.

Carefully experiencing the power contained in the tattoo, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but smile and sighed: "The constant spell tattoo that can control the flow of water and tides is really an unexpected gain." Now I'm a little convinced that the Tower of Babel was built by some kind of sea creature civilization, and maybe the water magic of the Loynars was taught by them. ”

However, he sighed and sighed, but the work at hand did not stop at all, and after a while, the water around the stone pillar began to rotate at high speed again.

At the same time, the crystal crystal at the top of the towering tower quickly dimmed, and the affected people also regained consciousness, looking dazed and trying to remember what had happened before.

Through the crystals embedded in the stone pillars, Zhang Cheng could clearly observe what was happening in every corner of the old town, and without looking back, he said to Moroya: "See? This is the real purpose of the towering tower." Not only can it summon storms and tsunamis, but it can also monitor and control the inhabitants of the surrounding area, making them willing to give their lives for the tower's owner like slaves. Oh, I almost forgot, I seem to have won the battle with your dead father to explain the disappearance of magic, and since he's dead, I'll tell you. After all, I'm a man who keeps my promises, and I don't like to break my promises casually. ”

"No, you don't have to explain, anyway, I won't be killed in a long time, so what's the point of knowing it?" Moroya replied indifferently as she wiped the blood from her face.

Why is it meaningless? Don't you know how many people spend their lives exploring and practicing in order to be able to answer the questions in their hearts. What's more, you don't necessarily have to die, as long as you cooperate enough, I might consider keeping you. Zhang Cheng turned around and hooked the other party's pointed chin, and there was an expression on his face that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.