North, a barren land.

A huge wizard tower with a pitch-black body stands tall on the empty plain.

The wind swept through the air with a piercing sound.

The middle-aged white wizard stopped on the flying platform in the middle of the wizard tower, with the howling wind behind him.

It was more than 13,500 kilometers away from his wizard's tower, and it took him almost seven hours to arrive at Fren, who could not fly at full speed under the condition of deliberately concealing his strength.

"Morphy, you don't want to say that you're already asleep because it's too late."

Fren looked at the closed door and said in a loud voice.

As the words fell, the door slowly opened with a dull grinding sound, revealing a pitch-black space within.

Seeing this, Fren chuckled and strode in.

The moment you cross the threshold, the dark room instantly brightens, and the sumptuous feast exudes the charming aroma of food.

On the throne at the end of the feast, a somewhat elderly looking man was dressed in a large black wizard's robe, with a peaceful smile on his slightly aged face.

"Fren, you're here."

Murphy said in a somewhat cheerful tone, as if he had seen an old friend he hadn't seen for years.

"Yes, for the things you said in your letter."

Flon glanced at Murphy, waved his sleeves, and sat down in a seat next to him.

"Don't be in a hurry, come, try my craftsmanship first, I've put a lot of effort into cooking in the past two years, and many old acquaintances have praised my cooking is much better than before."

Murphy said with a smile, hooking his fingers, and a plate of dishes flew straight in front of Furren.

Furlen glanced at Murphy and didn't speak, just took the dish, picked up the fork, and tasted it.

There are no servants or registered disciples in this wizard tower, all the chores of life are handled by Mo Fei in front of him, and even outside the wizard tower, you can see a green vegetable field, which is all planted by Mo Fei alone.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, I'm afraid it would be hard to imagine that the redeeming wizard Murphy, who was the pillar behind the redemptive wizards, actually lived such a life.

"It tastes good, it seems that your craft has really improved a lot in the past two years."

Flon gave a pertinent assessment.

"Haha, I'm quite content to have you say that."

Murphy clapped his hands and laughed, giving people the feeling of an old man who still retains the heart of a teenager.

"So, now we can get down to business, right?"

Furren said lightly, and a strange light flashed in Murphy's eyes, and the joy on his face gradually calmed down.

"Of course, after all, that's the main purpose of my invitation to come."

As this sentence landed, the atmosphere in the room that was relatively harmonious a second ago instantly became a little more solemn.

……

On the other side, in a forest.

The deep darkness of night covers the land, hiding the shadows.

The blonde youth stood in the treetops, looking into the distance.

"Is it over here?"

Yamu looked down at the positioning induction sorcery in his hand.

This is used to lock a specific witchcraft item, and is able to lock the route traveled by the item's carrier within ten hours.

Most of his methods are prepared for battle, and although he has some experience in tracking, he is also deceiving a transcendent wizard like Fren who is not good at spiritual witchcraft.

In the face of a transcendent wizard like Sheila, who focuses on spiritual witchcraft, Yamu can't keep up with the other party's trail on his own.

Without Moya's cooperation, Yamu estimated that unless he directly tortured Sheila, he would never have been able to find the location of the other party's dark tower.

The so-called Dark Tower refers to a move taken by the Redeeming Wizards to cover up their actions.

In order to prevent their actions from being exposed, wizards such as the Redemption Sect usually build two wizard towers, light and dark.

The Ming Tower, like the Wizard Tower of Fren, is no different from the Wizard Tower of a normal wizard, and there is no problem with it.

And the dark tower...... Just like the literal meaning, everything that can't be done openly will be quietly left in the dark tower by the Redeeming Wizard.

Yamu had once seen a dark tower, and he was impressed by what it was looking in.

It can be said that if the Dark Tower is compared to the wizarding towers such as Urus, where Moya lived in the past, then the wizarding tower of Urus can even be called a paradise.

Because of this, the Dark Tower can be said to be a crucial secret for the wizards of the Redemption Sect.

Although Yamu and Furon have so far mastered the location of most of the Redeeming Wizards' Towers, the rest are still clueless.

And if the conclusive evidence of the Dark Tower cannot be found, the suspicion of some wizards who have fallen to the Salvation School will always remain at the stage of doubt.

The problem is that if you can't rely on tracking the wizard himself to find the Dark Tower, you can only do a carpet search.

But in such a vast land, searching for a wizard tower, not to mention that many dark towers are built in extremely hidden locations or even directly underground, and also arranged a witch array that shields the perception of spiritual power, in this case, it is difficult to find it by relying on a carpet search.

So far, almost all of the dark towers they have discovered have been found by tracking the wizard himself, and no more than three have actually been found through a carpet search, and luck has also played a major role.

"It's almost two opposite directions from Mingta, but I didn't expect her to be quite cautious in this regard."

Yamu kept catching the remnants of the mental fluctuations in the air, moving at high speed in the night.

After another hour or so, Yamu stopped abruptly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

In a canyon about three kilometers away, a pitch-black wizard tower blended perfectly into the night.

……

"This is your wizard's tower? Hiding in such a place, could it be that you are a rat in the gutter? ”

Moya looked at the wizard tower in front of him and sneered.

There was a flash of displeasure in Sheila's eyes, but the smile on her face was still the same.

"This is to be on the safe side, after all, if other wizards discover this tower, I'm afraid I'll be in a lot of trouble."

"Heh, that's why you suddenly sealed my perception halfway?"

Moya said with a displeased expression.

"That's just in case, if you're not happy, how about asking someone to make up for you tonight?"

Shira silently stuck to Moya's back, rubbing the muscles on the other party's back, and said in Moya's ear in a seductive tone.

Moya's breathing suddenly became a little heavier, but his sanity was still there, and he turned sharply, stared at Shira, and asked:

"So, what's in your mouth?"

"Alas, it's really an impatient, and it's too incomprehensible."

Sheila pursed her lips, and a hint of resentment appeared on her delicate face.

"Come with me, you'll understand soon."

As soon as she spoke, Sheila's mind moved, and the door of the wizard's tower exploded in an instant, and as soon as she entered the door, a pungent strange aura came to her face.

A sound of joy came from the surroundings, and Mo Ya glanced at it, only to see that there were men and women holding pairs everywhere on this floor, carrying out primitive life activities.

"What is this doing? Isn't your wizard's tower a slum brothel? ”

Mo Ya's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and an undisguised disgust flashed on his face.

"It's nothing, we're just freeing these mortals from their natures."

Shira explained with a chuckle and led Moya to the fourth floor.

"Come in."

Sheila pushed open the door, only to see several expressionless maids like dolls lying on the bed.

Shira walked over and retrieved a potion from one of them.

"Come on, drink this."

Sheila squeezed the potion in her hand, lay down on the bed, and said in a seductive tone to Moya.

"Are you sure you're not kidding?"

Moya looked at the bottle of potion in Shira's hand that was stained with an unknown liquid, and a flash of anger flashed in his expression.

"Don't worry, this is a good thing, if you want to surpass Furren and the Great Wizard, this help is essential."

Sheila chuckled, and the voice appeared in Moya's head, constantly teasing him.

Moya was silent for a moment, then glanced at Shira and took the potion.

"You'd better be responsible for your words and actions."

After speaking, Mo Ya pulled out the cap of the bottle, and the pungent fishy smell came to his nose, which was mixed with the smell of heather flowers in the air, making Mo Ya's expression wrinkle suddenly.

"Don't worry, it smells bad, but I can guarantee that you'll be happy with the results."

Shira looked at Moya's resistant look and said with a chuckle.

"Besides, if I wanted to hurt you, I would have done it on the way, wouldn't I?"

Hearing this, Mo Ya hesitated for a while, then no longer hesitated and drank all the potions in his hand.

In the next second, Moya's expression changed suddenly, and he felt that the world in front of him suddenly fell into darkness, and bursts of piercing cries frantically pierced his brain.

In a trance, Moya seemed to see miserable white faces screaming.

Countless pale palms tore at his limbs, and Moya tried to struggle, but found that he had no strength at all.

Suddenly, a face with hollow features suddenly appeared in front of him and bit down on him.

"Whew...!"

Moya woke up suddenly, and the strange scene around him disappeared in an instant, and he gasped for breath, his pupils growing.

"What the hell did you give me!"

Moya grabbed Shira's thin collar and yelled angrily at the smiling woman.

Shira did not show any dissatisfaction with Moya's gaffe, but took the initiative to guide the other party's palm, and at the same time whispered in Moya's ear in a bewitching tone:

"Didn't you say it all? Don't be in a hurry, take a closer look at your current mental power. ”

Hearing this, Moya was stunned for a moment, broke away from Sheila's arm, sat down cross-legged, and quickly entered a meditative state, and then quickly withdrew, with a look of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"How is it possible, my mental power has actually improved so much!"

"The bottle of potion you drank just now is called the magic elixir, it can greatly increase the spiritual power of the wizard, if it is a senior apprentice who drinks it, it is definitely not a problem to increase the spiritual power by 3 to 4 points in an instant."

Sheila stepped out of bed and slowly leaned over Moya's body, a seductive voice gradually taking over Moya's brain.

"Well, now you understand that what people said is true, right?"

Sheila's palm went around Moya's back and into his collar.

"We still have a lot of potions like magic elixir, although the effect of other potions is much worse than that of magic elixir, but it is definitely more effective than your stupid cultivation of meditation methods."

Moya looked at the defenseless Shira, his breathing gradually became rapid, and his voice became a little dry.

"What the hell are you trying to do?"

"Nothing, just to help you understand what wizards really should live."

Sheila said, a glamour flashing in her eyes.

"For example, let you enjoy the pleasure of pressing the transcendent wizard under you~"

Moya's breathing suddenly froze, he looked at Sheila in front of him, swallowed his saliva, and his breathing gradually became heavier.

……

Following.

Moya got up from the bed with a blank face and got dressed.

"How did you feel last night?"

The white arms wrapped around Moya from behind.

Moya was silent and glanced aside.

I saw that the maids last night have now become a mess of flesh and blood.

Under Sheila's psychic sorcery, these ordinary human women use their bodies as complete tools.

"Why, I don't think I'm feeling sorry for them, right?"

"Just wondering how you managed to do this without the other wizards."

Moya said with a calm expression, and then, a look of greed flashed in his eyes.

"Do you still have that potion from yesterday?"

Hearing this, a subtle look of joy flashed in Sheila's eyes, and she chuckled and said:

"What a greedy little fellow, well, that's not right, should I say a majestic little fellow?"

Sheila teased Moya while lying on top of the other party and explained unhurriedly:

"Magic elixir is not such an easy thing to make, and it will also put a great burden on your spirit, of course, as long as you come here often, we can guarantee that we will provide you with at least one bottle of magic elixir every week."

Hearing this, Mo Ya frowned.

"How do you make this potion?"

Hearing this, Sheila smiled happily, and a strange light flashed in her eyes.

"Sure enough, it's a greedy little guy, but people like you."

Sheila whispered, leaning into Moya's ear and speaking in a seductive voice.

"If you want to know the recipe, come with someone."

With that, Sheila didn't care about her clothes, and just left the room, and Moya took the initiative to follow after being silent for a while.

The two of them walked through the corridors to the entrance of the basement floor.

"The answer you want is right behind here."

Sheila smiled and pointed to the iron door in front of her, and said with a smile.

Hearing this, Mo Ya stepped forward, and was about to push open the door when a sharp scream suddenly passed through the iron door and into Mo Ya's ears.

Moya's movements paused briefly, but then a look of determination flashed in his eyes, and he took a deep breath and pushed open the iron door.

Crunch~

The dizzying smell of blood instantly rushed into Moya's nose, making him subconsciously hold his breath.

And when Mo Ya saw the scene in front of him, he was directly stunned.

I saw that there were a total of ten operating tables in the room in front of me, and a woman was bound on each operating table.

They were rigidly restrained on the operating table, and except for the youngest one, who had obvious fear on his face, the expressions on the faces of the others were all numb.

The screams came from one of the operating tables.

I saw an expressionless maid holding a glass tube.

At the end of the glass tube, there was a bottle of pitch-black, viscous liquid.

Under Moya's gaze, the maid operated with stiff movements.

Mo Ya clearly heard that the moment those pitch-black liquids flowed into the girl's body, a piercing corrosive sound came from the other party's abdomen, and then, an extremely terrible scream, which was no longer even like what a human should have, came out of the other party's mouth.

"Ahhhh

The shrill screams only lasted for a short moment before quickly subsided, and the girl tied to the operating table struggled for only a short moment before she lost her life, leaving only a stiff expression full of horror and resentment.

Then, Moya watched as the maid took a cup and put it under the girl's corpse with an expressionless face, and let go of her hand, and the dark red liquid instantly gushed out.

- the same color as the elixir he had drunk earlier.

"The Demon Spirit Elixir uses an extremely precious potion called the Demon Spirit Grass, which is supplemented with blood to make a special liquid, and has an extremely strong ability to record mental fluctuations."

Shira smiled and walked over with a bewitching step and explained.

Therefore, as long as this liquid is stimulated with strong mental fluctuations, it is possible to create a potion that can significantly increase mental power.

Then we found that the magic elixir created by injecting this liquid into the bodies of pregnant women who were more than five months pregnant, and using the mental fluctuations caused by the severe pain caused by the dissolution of the fetus in their womb when they died in despair, had the most significant effect on improving mental power. ”

As she spoke, Shira grabbed Moya's palm, led him to an operating table, and said with a smile:

"How? Don't you want a magic elixir? It just so happens that there is only one copy left in the original solution for making the magic elixir, so you can make a finished product by yourself. ”

Then, I saw Xila hook her fingers, and the maid standing on the other side was like a doll, stiffly taking out a pitch-black demon spirit essence and putting it on the operating table in front of Mo Ya.

Mo Ya didn't speak, just quietly looked at the operating table in front of him.

Tied to the operating table, it was the youngest girl in the room, and the only person in the room who still had obvious emotions on her face.

The girl looked at Moya and Sheila in front of her, her body trembling wildly, and her mouth bound by strips of cloth whimpered wildly.

She clearly understood what Sheila had said to Moya, and looked at Moya with a look of supplication in her terrified eyes.

Sheila on the side also stared at Moya with a dangerous glint in her eyes.

That's the real heart of her plan!

Beauty tricks, profit temptation...... How could Sheila, who had lived for hundreds of years, not understand that these things were simply not enough to be a basis for judgment.

So, from the very beginning, Sheila's killer feature was here.

If everything Moya did before was a scene, it means that his heart is the same as that hypocritical guy of Fren, then it is impossible to do it at this level, and he will definitely find all kinds of reasons to shirk it!

And if the previous actions were all decisions made by Moya's true thoughts, then there was no reason why the potion that had already tasted the benefits of the magic elixir could not be done!

This is Sheila's real method, using the bottom line of humanity to test whether Moya is pretending or really planning to betray.

Of course, there is a third possibility, that is, Moya chose to do it in order to maintain his disguise.

But this is more in line with Sheila's intentions.

After drinking the magic elixir, enjoying her body and killing the innocent maid, and making a magic elixir with her own hands, even if Mo Ya had other thoughts in his heart, he would definitely not be able to get rid of the shackles of the redemption faction!

Sheila knew this better than anyone else, for she had degenerated into a redeeming sorcerer in the first place.

Shira looked at Moya quietly, a flush of excitement on her face, and she couldn't wait to see what choice Moya would make.

Finally, after a brief silence, Moya made a move.

I saw that he picked up the Demon Spirit Essence on the side with cold eyes, and in the girl's frantic struggle, he used a glass tube to pour the Demon Spirit Essence into the other party's body.

"Woooooooooooo Whining! ”

Frightened tears flowed from the girl's eyes, and in the next second, her face suddenly turned miserable pale, and the strip of cloth in her mouth was forcibly broken free under the strong struggle.

"Ahh

A piercing scream of childishness, full of despair and fear, accompanied by a piercing corrosive sound, instantly pierced Moya's eardrums.

But he just watched all this quietly from beginning to end, and even deliberately showed a look of excitement on his face when he heard the girl's screams.

After a few seconds, the screams stopped, and Mo Ya took out the finished magic elixir according to the previous maid's practice, put it in a bottle, and asked casually:

"Is that all there is to it?"

Sheila smiled, her eyes shining with unusually high excitement, and her face couldn't help but show a flush.

"That's right! That's it, dear, you've done fantastic! ”

She laughed wantonly, laughing so happily that she couldn't help but stick to Moya's body, eager to have a passionate collision with him now.

It's perfect!

Sheila shouted excitedly in her heart.

This guy in front of you, it's just perfect, no... It should be said that it is exactly the posture of the "wizard" of her dreams!

That's right, that's right!

There was no longer any suspicion in Shira's eyes when she looked at Moya, only greedy madness.

She was convinced.

The man in front of her was the "wizard" she had ever seen that best met the requirements of the Redeeming Wizards.

Moya watched all of this, his gaze unusually calm.

He glanced at the corpse beside him, looking at the frightened and distorted expression on the other person's face, and the pupils that had lost their light.

From beginning to end, he could see what was in the other party's eyes, and he didn't know why the other party thought like this, maybe it was just a child's intuition?

Moya knew very well that from just now, this kid ......

- has been begging him for help.

……