As if stepping back in time, the surrounding houses were in tatters, leaving only ruins, and the original roads becoming indistinguishable like wasteland.

"Bambu Bambu!" the owl Bambu screamed and flew high up, probably looking very struggling due to a wounded wing.

Vane sensed a strong danger, and he grabbed the Song of the Red Flame and mechanically stepped back.

The old man stopped laughing, and his face turned hideous. His body floated a little off the ground, his wrinkled face began to rot, and black flames erupted from his body, quickly devouring the flesh and blood.

"Corpse Witch...... How could it be ......" Vane looked at the skeleton in front of him with some horror. He had the impression that the corpse witch was just an undead creature that had mastered magic and was good at summoning other undead. But the body can be changed at will, and even the shape of the entire village is a bit terrifying.

Could it be the Corpse Witch King? A somewhat unfamiliar word appeared in Vane's mind, and his heart sank a little in an instant. The Corpse Witch King is cultivated by powerful Corpse Witches, and becoming a Corpse Witch King usually requires a large number of fresh souls and corpses, and the cultivation process is extremely long, so the number is extremely small. The Witch Kings are much more powerful than the Witch, not only can they summon more advanced undead creatures, but they can also enslave some demons and possess more powerful magic.

Vane retreated to the edge of the clearing, and behind him was a tall ruin, from which there was no way to retreat.

"The elven relics did not disappoint me. What a bonus, human, I didn't expect you to get the staff, so let's work for my Lord of the Wasteland!" said the Corpse Witch grimly. In his bony hand was a long, somewhat curved staff, somewhat yellowish in color, as if it were made of some kind of bone.

The black flames in the Lord of the Wasteland's body burst into flames, and it raised its bone staff, its upper and lower jaws collided quickly with a "pong" sound, and an obscure incantation sounded at the same time. The incantation was eerie and low, and seemed to sound in all directions, lingering over the ruins.

A cold wind blew, but Vane felt sweating on the top of his head, did he still have a chance to win in the face of a legendary corpse witch king, but instead of sitting and waiting to die, it was better to take the initiative. Vane raised the Song of the Red Flame and began to whisper a spell in his mouth.

Vane didn't try any other magic, and instead cast the Fireball Technique. He found that when he used the strange staff of the Song of the Red Flame, the fire-attribute magic became extremely powerful, and the mental power consumption was much smaller, and what was even stranger was that he didn't even seem to need magic herbs.

Fireballs erupted from the ruby at the top of the Song of the Red Flame, with a distinctive hint of crimson.

"Bang!" As expected, the fireball exploded in front of the Lord of the Wasteland. Like the defensive magic used by the corpse witch he had encountered outside of Salento, the flames spread out along the invisible barrier of the sightways.

As if the Lord of the Wasteland hadn't seen the fireball, the bone staff in his hand slammed out, and several clouds of thick fog appeared near Vane, forming a semicircular encirclement. There was an eerie laugh and the breathing of beasts in the thick fog, and soon those things came out - imps and hellhounds.

Imps are the most common type of demons, they are small in stature and have low intelligence, but they are cruel by nature, and they like to tear apart the bodies of other creatures alive and eat flesh and blood, eventually causing them to die in extreme pain.

A herd of red-eyed Cerberus surrounded him. They were less than ten meters away from Vane, their brownish skin covered in dark spots, their teeth barking low, and their slender saliva hanging from the gaps between their fangs.

Vane forced himself to calm down, quickly casting a magic shield on himself, and then whispered a fireball spell. But Cerberus didn't give him a chance, and more than a dozen of them barked loudly and pounced on them together.

Vane was forced to abort the spell casting, sweating on his forehead. Time is pressing, and the magic shield will definitely not be able to withstand so many Cerberus. There is certainly not enough time to cast mid-level group magic, but it is even more impossible to cast multiple individual spells, which seems to be a certain death situation.

Vane grimaced, as if he had made an important decision, and gritted his teeth and chanted another incantation. The spell was very brief, and the white light quickly gathered at the tip of the staff and then disappeared, while Vane's body floated upwards for about half a meter.

The Cerberus had already pounced, and one by one they jumped up and slammed into the magic shield. The magic fluctuations around the magic shield were getting weaker and weaker, and the transparent film was already crumbling and almost disappearing.

Vane was not idle, of course, he did not attack the Cerberus, but pointed the Song of the Red Flame in his hand vertically at the ground. As the spell stopped, a fireball screamed towards the ground, and at the same time, Vane's body flew upwards four or five meters high due to the reaction force.

The Cerberus on the ground began to bark wildly, and some of them tried to jump, but they were still some distance from Vane's feet.

Fortunately, I thought of this method in the underground cave before, and it was a temporary life. Vane thought to himself, and at the same time couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"Master, this man is really interesting, I have never seen a magician use magic on him like this. The corners of the succubus's mouth curled into an itchy laugh.

"Humans still like to play tricks as always. The Lord of the Wasteland floated silently not far away, seemingly unconcerned.

Vane spoke, and an even more complex incantation was chanted. The red gem suspended above the Song of the Red Flame lit up, and electric light jumped on its surface.

Vane pointed at the staff in his hand, and the blue forked lightning headed straight for the group of cerberus. In the next instant, more than a dozen vicious hellhounds were all lying on the ground. The bodies of the Cerberus are very strong, and several of them seem to be dead after being struck by forked lightning, and their bodies are convulsed and foaming at the mouth.

At this moment, the Wasteland took the initiative, he gently raised his left hand, and a faint black mist flew towards Vane. The black mist instantly entangled Vane, who suddenly felt his body become heavier, and fell down sharply, falling to the ground.

There was a pain in his feet, but Vane didn't dare to stop, and as he got up, he began to chant a magic shield spell quickly.

Just as the spell was about to be completed, a sharp pain came from Vane's abdomen. A cunning imp appeared in front of Vane, its sharp claws dripping with blood and what seemed to be some minced flesh.

Vane endured the pain and finished casting the magic shield, and looked down to see three long cuts in his clothes. At that moment, four or five more imps surrounded him, frantically attacking the magic shield on Vane's body.

The Song of the Red Flame suddenly trembled at this time, and the entire body of the staff turned red. Vane swung his staff and smashed it on the head of the imp in front of him. The little ghost seemed to be frozen in place, his eyes were blank, and a piece of his bare red head was sunk in the middle, still steaming, and his body collapsed to the ground.

Vane stared dumbfounded, the one was lighter than a sapphire staff, but it was like a hammer when it was swung.

What follows is naturally a slightly boring game of smashing imps. A few seconds later, Vane was surrounded by a half-circle of imp corpses.

Wayne's heart was pounding, and thanks to the fact that these were a few little ghosts, if he were replaced by a fierce Cerberus, he would probably be lying on the ground.

"Smack, smack!" came two whips in front of me. Vane looked up and saw the succubus writhing his ass towards him, his tail wagging behind him.

"Little brother, you're pretty good. The succubus said provocatively looking at Vane. The light and shadow on her body flowed, and she once again changed into the appearance of the elf girl named Lisa before.

The girl's face was innocent, and her eyes were clear and transparent, but at this time, Vane looked at her and felt an indescribable disgust.

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