Contrary to Moya's expectations, the length of the corridor was much shorter than he expected, and Sheila had only been flying with him for less than half an hour before the light of the exit suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

"That's where the meeting is?"

"That's right, let's go, dear, and soon you'll see what the real life of wizards should be."

Shira put her arms around Moya and took him by the arm and let him go.

As soon as he approached the exit, Moya could already hear a noise mixed with screams and wanton laughter.

The moment Mo Ya stepped out of the corridor, a dazzling light shone into his eyes, making him subconsciously close his eyes.

Immediately after, the smell of blood, heather, and all sorts of indescribable scents mixed together and rushed into his nostrils.

When he opened his eyes, Moya froze.

Contrary to what he had imagined, it was not a simple hall in front of him.

The huge space of more than 300 meters in length, width and height, the towering walls, the crowded crowd of ragged people, the dark red river, and the wizards standing in the castle clinking glasses and talking to each other, looking down on the kneeling crowd below.

- They built a castle underground.

In a trance, Moya almost thought that he had returned to before the old empire had fallen.

"Yo, Sheila, you're finally here, we've all been around for a while."

A flirtatious voice rang out, and a male wizard noticed the two men and flew over to greet Shira, while looking at each other's bodies with a greedy gaze.

"No way, people are coming with dear, and it will definitely be a little slower than a person."

Sheila chuckled and leaned into Moya's arms.

Seeing this, the male wizard frowned slightly, he looked at Mo Ya, and was about to say something, when he suddenly remembered something, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said in surprise:

"You are what they say Moya, that genius with mythical qualifications!"

"If there isn't a second person who looks the same as me and has the same name, then I think, yes."

A conceited smile flashed across Moya's face, and he spoke in a somewhat evil voice.

"Antoine, he should have told you that I would bring my dear to the party, and Lyle is too slow to react."

Sheila chuckled, put her arms around Moya, and said the male wizard's name.

"Haha, blame me, blame me! I was so excited to play with them just now that my mind didn't turn for a while! ”

The wizard named Lyle smiled and held out his hand to Moya.

"Since it's a rumored mythical genius, there's naturally no problem, welcome to the City of Redemption, Moya! I believe that you will get a wonderful experience that you will never forget today! ”

"I'm also looking forward to how magical the gathering will be with Sheila and Your Excellency."

Mo Ya held the palm of the other party and said with a graceful manner.

"Don't worry, I promise to satisfy you, let's go, the party has been going on for a while, and I'm afraid I'll miss the wonderful show if I don't go over!"

After Lyle finished speaking, he pointed to the castle and flew over first.

"Honey, let's go too."

Shira looked at the city of redemption in front of her, her eyes flashed with anticipation and excitement, and she took Moya's arm and flew with him.

In fact, although Moya has not yet become a wizard, because he has learned some special skills from Yamu, even one person can fly in the air, but he can't expose this kind of thing to Sheila.

When he came to mid-air, Moya swept his eyes at his feet.

I saw that the black-pressed ordinary people gathered under the city of redemption all knelt on the ground, and none of them dared to raise their heads, as if they were worshipping the gods.

Moya just glanced away and cast his gaze on the castle not far away.

With the level of a supernatural wizard of Shira, even if he took him and deliberately slowed down, it would not take two or three seconds to cross this distance.

"Let's go, they're all waiting for you inside."

After the two landed on the platform in the castle dedicated to hosting wizards, Moya walked into the room led by Sheila.

The interior of the castle is unique in that Moya enters from the third floor of the castle, with a golden ceiling above it and a large hollow in the middle surrounded by a decorative balustrade.

If you stand on the edge, you can see the second floor directly, and you will see that the structure of the second floor is the same as that of the third floor.

The first layer is a huge platform, the platform has been soaked in blood at this time, broken limbs are everywhere, and in the center of the platform, more than a dozen women who have been chained through their bodies are letting out a terrible wail.

The lower three floors of the castle are constructed like a huge Colosseum, and the wizards stand on the 'auditorium' on the second and third floors, admiring the repertoire of blood and violence that is being played out on the first floor.

"Hey, look at it all, have you forgotten who our protagonist is today!"

Suddenly, a shout sounded, and Moya shifted his gaze, only to find that Lyle, who was one step ahead of them, was shouting with excitement on his face.

For a moment, the originally noisy wizards suddenly fell into a brief silence, and then instantly boiled.

"Oh! That mythical genius is here! ”

"I remember he seemed to be called Moya!"

"Let me see, behold, behold what I have found, who is standing beside him! It's Sheila, the Sheila who eats men and doesn't spit out bones! ”

"How many days has this guy been happy with Sheila? Haven't you been squeezed out yet? ”

"Sure enough, the guys who came out of the life school are full of energy, hey, Moya, how does Shira feel!"

Some of the wizards immediately greeted Moya warmly, and many more looked at Moya with different eyes.

Mo Ya looked at the gazes cast by everyone, and the corners of his mouth crossed an arc, as if he was very interested in this feeling of being the focus of the audience.

But Moya counted the number of wizards present with great calm, and memorized all their physical characteristics in his mind one by one.

Forty-seven people.

There aren't many redeeming wizards here, or rather, this party is actually an event that only a core group of redeeming wizards are qualified to attend.

To put it simply, the group of people that Yamu and Fren have not investigated are also the core targets of their elimination.

Compared with those Redemption Wizards who had long been secretly topped by Furlen and a group of wizards, this group of people in front of them was the key to the existence of the Redemption faction.

"Rupert the Floating Light Wizard, Clark the Wood Wizard, Belinda the Jasper Wizard, ......"

There are currently a total of 2,258 wizards recorded in the wizarding world, and it is naturally not difficult for Fren, who is the confidant of the great wizard, to consult this list.

Therefore, Moya had long relied on Fren's help to memorize all the identities of wizards currently recorded in the Tower of Truth in the wizarding world, as well as his personal experiences and related events.

It was precisely because of this that when he saw these people in front of him, Mo Ya's heart became heavier and heavier.

As he had predicted with Yamu and Frun, the core group of the Redeemers was likely to be made up of some of the most respected groups among the current wizards.

Especially a few of them, when he saw them, Mo Ya had an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

- Part of the knowledge that Moya had learned came from these wizards.

Although they have never met, Mo Ya has always had a respect for the creators of the knowledge points he has learned.

But now, he saw with his own eyes that those wizards he had silently respected in his heart appeared here, which made Mo Ya's heart feel as if something was blocked.

"Samuel, the Wizard of Breath, I remember Teacher Flon saying that this is his best friend......"

Moya's gaze lingered on one of the middle-aged male wizards for a few more moments, and his heart sank at the thought of the other person's identity.

He remembered that because he was also a wizard of the school of life, Mo Ya had read many of the other party's works.

Was the other party already a redemptive wizard before he became a close friend of Fren, or did he fall to a redemptive sorcerer after becoming a close friend of Fren?

"Mr. Fren, he probably expected this scene a long time ago......"

There is no doubt that there are indeed some people among the Redeemers and other wizards who have made great contributions to the development of wizards.

But whatever the reason, the other side has now chosen the path of salvation.

"In that case, we can only find a way to send them all to the crematorium without leaking."

Mo Ya looked at the noisy wizards in front of him, and an imperceptible cold light flashed in the depths of his pupils.

Out of respect, for some of the wizards, Moya would suggest to Fren that they should be given a relatively simple way to die.

In Moya, he has the greatest respect for the other party's great contribution to the wizarding system in the past.