"Ban," class, Kariban

With a new owner. Her name is Gwen

Caliban hasn't formed a complete sentence yet, so it's not entirely sure why it's singing that song. It was learned from the memory of the owner, when it was named. The poem has a sense of rhythm that Caliban liked, even though the words had no special meaning in its head.

It also doesn't know why it's freed from its owner's pocket.

Every once in a while its owner lets it out, it is bound to her will and cannot do as she pleases. This time, she was so generous to her life force that she realized it completely uninhibited.

When Caleban landed wet behind a certain creature, it instinctively knew that the creature was hostile to its master. It also knows if

The master died, and Caliban ceased to exist. As something born out of nothingness, it prefers to manifest on a material level. There is light, sound, company and a delicious energy. Even the obnoxious brothers that the master keeps calling are far better than the eternal slumber of cold darkness.

It hovered over the ape, wondering what it was going to do. Curiosity was a new emotion it had only recently learned, though Cariban put it to good use right away. Is this stuff good? How much can Caliban's stomach fill? Does it have mana?

To Caliban's surprise, the creature no longer tried to touch its owner, but turned to Caliban. Its eyes are wet and delicious. The beast opened its mouth, and Caliban stabbed it in the throat with one of its barbed tongues. Then it started screaming, a creepy scream. There was no blood in the Caliban, only the hateful Iko, so it screamed. They're singing! It's like a choir. It's no different from Master's song.

"Ban, class, Kaliban!"

The creature then tried to grab Caliban, but its fingers were weak and slipped off the slimy membrane covering Caliban's exoskeleton, drained by its Void energy. Caliban then unfurled the stomach of its lamprey and grabbed the head that attacked him in its mouth.

A crunch, a crunch, a crushing bone.

I don't like it at all. There's nothing delicious in it. It has given the Caliban little life. At the same time, Caliban could sense that its owners were in dire need of more life force. Master was generous this time and gave too much to Caliban.

"Shah!"

Caliban puffed out his chest and bent his joints proudly. It will provide its owner with the life she needs. After all, didn't Master take the Caliban from the darkness and give it a material form? That would be her favorite, so that she could take Caleban to the material world every day.

With a new determination and direction, Kaliban slipped out of the room and instantly drilled a hole in the iron door. There were other people in the other rooms, like that one. It tastes their magic, delicious particles of blue, red, green and yellow elements. Delicious mana, good for Caliban, good for Master!

Gwen's nightmare glides through oxidized metal plates, like an eel in the silt.

There was also a man inside. No, not men. A woman! a master like a mage! It could smell the delicious mana oozing from her. She looked at him with her mouth wide open, and made a voice that pleased Caliban very much. The female lizard's voice has a higher pitch, and Caliban likes the way the screams shake its carapace. It moved towards her, mimicking her open mouth, its stomach responding to her high-pitched screams, and began to eat a second meal.

Good food for Caliban! for Gwen!

The moment Gwen's ring was broken from his finger, Henry Kilroy, the Ten Masters and Lord of the Tower of Oceania, was awakened from Mead's contemplative slumber to full consciousness.

"Sofina!" he commanded.

Drade appeared beside him. They were in the Dreyard Gorge, a place where the passage of time was as dreary as an oak march.

"Master, what's wrong?" said Sofina worriedly.

"I'm Gwen, and she doesn't have her emergency ring anymore. What the hell is Mark doing? He told me he would take care of her!"

Sofina's face was worried.

"Isn't it wise to send Gwen to Master Chandler? After all, there is a history between the two of you, and not everything is pleasant. ”

The word "history," pounded on Henry's chest. Yes, decades of co-existence, but also a joint effort again and again. If that's not enough to convince a person, then what?

"Not now......" Henry held up a hand weakly, I know you don't like 'Mike'-"

"I like Gwen," Sofina grumbled defiantly.

"Can we leave Grote?"

Sofina shook her head and sent out a burst of autumn leaves.

"No, you're not strong enough. ”

Henry sighed.

"Where's Gunther?"

"He should attend a meeting of the militia committee today. ”

Henry cites Gunther's informational inscription. His apprentice immediately responded to his master's call.

"Gunther, someone took Gwen away. I'll send you her final location. ”

"Yes, Your Excellency," replied Gunther, using Henry's nosy nickname in public.

"I'm afraid you're going to teleport in the blind. In Blackheath. ”

"No problem, sir. How do you hope to solve this problem?"

Henry felt his teeth clench. Did Mark betray him? Is Gwen in danger? There are too many unknowns. His first instinct was to destroy anything that harmed his students, but he knew that one should not deviate from the middle course, after all, it was his creed, which his faction considered sacred. Power and responsibility, temptation and moderation, it's an unstable balance. Thinking of Gwen, Henry took a deep breath and tried to suppress the intense emotions welling up in his chest.

"Whatever you want," said Henry at last. Gunther will do the right thing. He always did.

"Sir," Gunther's iron-like voice came from the jeep, and Paul was also by my side, and it would take some time to set up a teleportation circle. ”

"Hurry up, keep her safe, Gunther. ”

"I will. Shoot the gun. ”

The glyphs faded.

Henry activates another message symbol.

"Henry......" Mark Chandler's distinctive voice came from the other side.

"Mark... You'd better give me some answers......"

Posa smelled blood before they could hear the screams. Violence, especially extreme violence, has a distinctively metallic aura that permeates the air. It is different from the smell of animal slaughterhouses. It has a texture, a solidified resonance that vibrates the soul of the observer, triggering a conditioned reflex that is ingrained in the depths of the mind, carved into the bones from the time of man as feed for beasts.

Boza turned to look at the enforcers. Together, they had knocked down dozens of mages and enslaved hundreds! But Boza had never seen the enforcers show any reaction, except to be pleased with his work.

"What... What's wrong?"

"Yes ... There's something down there... Magic, full of hunger. I don't know what. I've never felt this way before. ”

They looked at the stairs leading to the basement.

"Ahh

Suddenly, another scream. Not for the first time, and certainly not for the last, the only difference is that it sounds closer and clearer. But not one cry, but two! The first scream was a scream, primitive and primitive, full of fear and fear. The second was filled with madness and hysteria, a mocking, inhuman scream that went on and on. It's like-a duet? What can make such a sound?

Buza and the enforcers looked at each other. We should run away – that's their first thought. But then they had another time to cool off. Is that an option? They can run away with their goods. It's acceptable, even commendable, but it doesn't come to fruition? When they're put under the King of Truth, admit that they don't know why they run away? That's suicide.

"I'm afraid ......" the enforcer swallowed I don't have much use in a straightforward fight, so... Ladies first?"

Boza's injured organs formed a knot of pain. Her companion was right, she had to go first. As a water carrier, it's her job to take on the damage.

"Body of Water!"

"Shield!"

"Enhance your physique!"

Bosa sharpens himself under the impact of matter and elements. Whatever lies underneath, it passes through a persistent, self-regenerating barrier, her body, the water, and her body. Even if the Lightning Witch wakes up, she can still fend off her for a while, enough to make the enforcers make the worst decisions.

The two cautiously made their way to the basement. The smell of blood here is stronger, almost physical pain. The hair on their heads stands straight and they scream if their hair follicles have a sound.

It was pitch black.

Something took the launch ball.

"Fairy Light!"

The enforcer waved. Four glowing candles flew into the dark room.

There was a sound of liquid dripping from somewhere.

One of the lights floated towards the door closest to the staircase.

There is a round hole with a grate on it. A very smooth hole that looks like it has been cut cleanly. A viscous, grayish, translucent mucus lingers at the entrance.

Boza pulled out a set of keys, and in the silence, his mind rattled.

There is a second-level Earth Summoner in the room.

Now there's a lump of meat, kind of like a man.

Boza looked away. She wasn't fit to handle it. Boza was a slave trader and a merchant, and her job was to inject blue into her goods and watch them go numb. She is not a butcher, but the scene in front of her can only be described as slaughter.

The enforcers did not look away. He had seen this situation before in war. Their creatures emerge from the rows of tide in Brisbane. He saw a monster, a muscular, indistinct humanoid Goanna - a giant red lizardman tearing a comrade in half. Ligaments ruptured, muscles twisted, blood twisted like a wet rag – the scene was horrible, but he'd seen worse.

"Brain. Heart. "Liver ......," the enforcer said calmly, noticing what was missing. The sight made Boza shudder involuntarily. "Whatever happens here, it's for the mana trap. ”

Humans do not have a biological core, although it has long been believed that certain parts of the body hold the secret of humanity's ability to channel astral power.

The two tensed their spines and insisted on walking down the hallway. It's the same in every room. Headless corpse with fleshy holes in the torso. Finally, they reached the main room, the preparation room.

A mountainous corpse blocked their entrance. It doesn't have a head.

"Damn the oath ... "Pie......" Bozza choked up, saying that he had been with me for four years... Poor bastard......"

Lights wafted around the house. They saw the Lightning Girl. She was tied up and gagged, and the leather tied her in a position that made casting impossible. Her face was so pale that it was actually sunken, and she looked like she was about to lose weight.

"Why is this okay?" asked Boza, skeptically.

The enforcer walked into the room, tested the straps, lifted Gwen up a bit, and let her fall hard.

"She's still cold. "The strap was perfect. But she was weak, he said. What the hell is going on. ”

"If it wasn't for her, where the fuck did that thing come from?"

The enforcer exhaled.

"Who knows," he replied, though we all know that if we lose these goods, we are all dead mages Walker

"Elrig!

There was a scream, which was suddenly interrupted.

It came from above.

"Damn, it's going upstairs!" Bosa cursed, running up the stairs.

The enforcer glanced at Gwen again. Suddenly, unexpectedly, he slapped her. The girl was motionless and completely unconscious. Her bloodless dermis began to have a five-finger print.

The enforcer watched as Poza climbed the stairs, then quickly followed.

"What did you do!" Henry screamed at the glyph. His chest heaved in agony. Sofina had to put her hand on her master's back and inject a steady stream of life force.

"You said you were going to send her to the lion's den," Mark replied calmly, and if she couldn't even get over it, maybe she wasn't your hope and dream. ”

"You know exactly what I mean, Mark! you-you! how could you?"

"That's the choice you made for us in the first place, isn't it? Why hypocrisy?"

"What's going on? We're at war! On War Anniversary!"

"And where is Lizzie now?, and where is my sister Jane?" Mark's voice raised. "If you want to be a nosyman, then why do these tests? Just let her eat in your tower! Give her a scholarship! Marry her off to your unequaled apprentice!Who would dare challenge this good wizard?"

"Mark... Tag you......"

Henry couldn't breathe when he saw it so red. Sofina gave him another punch to lighten his heavy chest.

"Okay, do you want to talk? Let's talk. I'm coming for you, I'm bringing Surya. Go and call Agnes, and we're going to leave this devil behind once and for all. ”

"I can't wait for your seriousness to come," Mark said coldly, and then the light of his glyph was extinguished.

"Gunther ... I rely on you......" Henry didn't say anything in particular to anyone.

Old demons, the magician exhaled, a hand moving to his chest. Yesterday's sins, return home and rest in peace.

"It's a demon!

More than 50 kilometres from the Sydney Tower, utter anarchy and chaos erupted at the residence of a local butcher. Out of nowhere, a creature emerged, staring at Niko, tasting him with its waving tentacles.

They say that on their deathbed, life flashes before their eyes. But Nikau can recall only today's memorable events. In the beginning, the day was the same as ever. Runners look for newly minted mages in the area assigned to them, talk to families with children, and give them food, money, and crystals if they want them. The savage here is poor, docile and obedient, which makes his job easier. Occasionally, a runner comes back with news that a family refuses to give up on their loved ones. This is not unusual, Boza only needs to ask him or Pieto to send a stern message, and the problem is solved. If a pseudonymous family has a rare awakening, Boza generously compensates. Eating an extra bite of food and becoming a windfall profit for the next few years is always welcome. It's philanthropy, and now Nikau thinks about it, and they're doing good for the local community. How many families have they saved in this way? How many younger siblings, aliases, have survived thanks to the sacrifice of a potential mage?

Then the days get complicated. A girl walks into the store, dressed up beautifully. She's cuter than anything Niko has ever seen. God knows that Pieto was hit and his eyes fell out of his sockets. A runner named Tonna brought the girl in. Like everyone else, Nikau considered her a buyer, or an agent on behalf of someone they couldn't refuse. It turns out she didn't, but Niko wasn't there to think. They watched the boss accosting the girl and were all friendly. Niko was especially fond of the girl's outfit. Sure, it looks expensive, but it's elegant. Her white legs peeked out of her navy dress like in a dream. Niko likes, he likes pretty girls. They are rare treats. Sometimes he wonders if he can meet such a girl. Not a single product, no. A real girl, a tall and slender man, with a heart-shaped face and long black hair. He can take her out on a date and give him a few days off when Bosa is well. They can take the train to the city and see the harbor. He heard that it was beautiful, and you could see the shield wall glistening on the water at night, like long white fingers. At midnight, the girl would rest her head on his broad chest, and he could smell her hair, which was like a flower. She would cross her fair legs over his thighs and shyly peck his cheeks. That's my dream.

Niko had always felt that he was different from the people here. He's not like Pito, he wants his daughters to kick around and scream. Nor is he like Bosa, who sees the little magician as meat and a commodity. He felt more like an enforcer. They spoke once, and the mage in the turban told him to always remember that he was doing a job. Niko likes. Yes, Nikau is a contractor doing the work. He is working hard so that one day, he will have a girl of his own and they can see the port.

The bloody belly approached his face.

Well, sweetheart!!! A girl never kissed him.

Caliban was very happy with himself.

It is happier than any demonic horror that emerges from whimpering death and eternal darkness. After rationing meat downstairs, it found a water supply pipe and went upstairs. There are not many mages here, but the lack of quality is made up for by quantity!

Unlike the ones below, these are vivid! Its prey spreads out in all directions, making the Caliban make a real effort to catch them! With each one consumed by it, the Caliban brings a burst of life to its owner. He could even feel her excited, her astral body filled with life itself! she would be very happy to see what it had done for her.

Just when it thought the best food was gone. It found another. As it slowly approached, it realized that the person looked familiar. It knows this mage! Master just talked to it and wants to help it! It can't eat this female. Caliban is not an academic creature, but it has its cleverness!

It retreated, and found another creature in the next room, a mage! This one had fought its master, and it was delicious!The Caliban prey began to scream, even though it was damaged and weakened. Oh well, Caliban let its hunger take over, and now is not the time to be picky.

Gwen wakes up in the shivering darkness when a sudden feeling of energy awakens her. She tried to move, but a strap tied her arms and legs together. She immediately had a sense of panic, but when she happily admitted that she wasn't like Stacey and was still dressed, her mind cooled down. It was pitch black all around her, pitch black. The sound of something dripping into the gutter below. Slowly, she took into account her surroundings. She was sitting on a metal table, and the iron was already hot on her, which meant she had been here for a while.

There is a sense of emptiness inside, but also a strange sense of fulfillment. This plausible feeling caused Gwen to turn inward, immediately realizing in horror that Cariban was gone. Ariel was still in her pocket, but Cariban's was empty. She frantically tries to establish a telepathic connection, but it is fragile and uninhibited. She must meet Caliban directly to command it and rebuild her empathic connection.