Leaving the ruins of the village, Mycenil did not waste time and immediately returned to the Invisible Hand organization.

However, soon after his return, he deliberately murdered the vault guards, stole the inheritance treasures within the organization, and a large number of texts, and blatantly betrayed the 'invisible hand' and became a wandering wizard.

That 'enlightenment' seemed to have made Mycenaer think through a lot of things, and also awakened some unspeakable dark potentials.

His style of acting suddenly became dark and cruel, and he had no scruples.

As long as there is any way to improve the strength, Mycenaer will no longer refuse.

He took advantage of the fact that the mainland was in war and various organizations were fighting, and began to rob, steal, attack and kill, and sacrifice blood......

Soldiers, knights, apprentice wizards, and even true wizards have all become targets for Mycenil's constant attacks.

The bodies and spirits, both strong and weak, obtained from this became valuable materials for his practice of witchcraft.

Mycenaean no longer had the same kind in his eyes, only the ones worth killing and the ones not worth killing.

Whether it is flesh and blood or soul and virtual things, he will not refuse to come.

As long as it is a way to bring strength to itself, Mycenaean will accept it all without taboo.

He even began to slaughter mortals in large numbers as firewood for the slaughter of evil creatures.

Moreover, Mycenaer did not simply kill, but carried out all kinds of cruel torture on the premise of obtaining a lot of negative emotions.

Flooding, burning, snake devouring, hammering, dismemberment, blood drawing......

Tens of thousands of small and medium-sized villages on the edge of various countries far away from towns and cities, as well as barbarian tribes that have lived on plateaus, mountain streams, and wilderness for generations, have all become his targets and become his cultivation 'food'.

During this time, Mycenil also discovered that he had an unparalleled talent for horror in blood and soul sacrifices.

If an ordinary wizard performs such an evil sacrifice, the power that can be absorbed and improved during the sacrifice process is often not one in the end, and the subsequent negative impact is extremely huge, and it will even affect his soul and future rank promotion.

But Mycenae is different.

Whether it is the physical power obtained in the blood sacrifice or the spiritual power obtained in the soul sacrifice, his 'yield' is dozens or hundreds of times that of a normal wizard, almost no waste, and he can kill as much as he wants.

Just as Mycenil was born a genius of the way of evil sacrifices, he should have walked this extremely dark path.

Maybe it was fate.

Mycenil, who was trying his best to break free from the pursuit of the original organization while cultivating, accidentally discovered the Morning Star Witchcraft Secret Book left by an ancient wizard many years ago in the depths of the mountains, the "Rite of Hydra".

According to the records of this ancient secret tome, after it is fully cultivated, the true body will transform into a nine-headed poisonous dragon Hydra with nine lives, and each life consumed can be restored in situ to a full state.

Myceniel was overjoyed, and discovered that the cultivation method of this secret tome was also very suitable for his style.

That is the sacrifice of blood and soul, a never-ending sacrifice.

Each step of the Mystical Codex's cultivation requires the consumption of ten 'elements'.

Among them are five solid elements: skin, muscles, bones, blood, and brain and marrow.

There are also five virtual elements: anger, sorrow, pain, despair, and fear.

"This style of blood hula looks very similar to the Bon practice on the ancient southwest plateau of the Xia Kingdom."

Mu Cang, who was standing behind Myceniel, looked at the records in the secret book, shook his head with some disdain, and said, "The inferior method of filth." ”

Then he realized another problem.

"Hydra Hydra...... It's a strong sense of déjà vu, this is obviously the evil dragon in the ancient mythology of Europa, and it actually exists in this fantasy world, and it's the same setting, almost nothing has changed. ”

Mu Cang, who had an illusory form, groaned slightly: "Fantasy Domain...... The fantasy realm is none other than these familiar 'things' in the fantasy realm...... Is it all about what humans think?

But...... Why? Why should it have anything to do with the Blue Star Humans? Blue Star is not the center of the universe, and human beings are not the protagonists of the universe, so what is the reason for all this? ”

Chaotic calculations work at the right time, but they don't 'catch' the slightest answer.

But this is also an answer.

"I can't catch any clues."

Mu Cang's eyes narrowed slightly, "It means that there must be a deep secret hidden in it, and it is not a coincidence that can be easily explained." ”

Memories of the world continues to perform.

After obtaining the Hydra Codex, Mycenil's evil sacrifices became more cruel, but also more organized.

His bloody actions no longer carry the slightest personal emotion, but have evolved into more rigorous and complex.

As a result, under the cover of the chaotic war situation of various countries, the brutal massacres brought by Mycenaer also quietly shrouded the entire continent like a dark night.

It lasted until decades later, when the war situation on the mainland finally stabilized, and the countries that had suffered heavy losses decided to start peace talks.

At this time, many wizarding organizations hidden behind the various realms had suffered a great loss of vitality, and only then did they realize that there were people, or wizards, who had been continuously carrying out large-scale blood sacrifice activities on the edge of the continent and in all corners.

But when they discussed the organization of the manpower, and worked hard to break through the 'prophetic firewall' that Mycenaer had deliberately set up, and really determine his location and find his location.

It's already too late.

Bang!

The heavy wooden door of the temple was flapped away from afar.

Mycenaer paced slowly with a blank face, and walked into the vast hall.

The scale of this abandoned palace is not small, but the actual usable area inside it is not very large.

Because the very center of the palace has been occupied by a dirty cesspool covering an area of tens of thousands of square meters.

This pool of greasy-looking black water remains restless and boiling at all times.

However, this is not due to the heat, but to the unusual sight caused by the constant swimming of countless tiny fish in the pond.

Flowing and dripping –

Look up.

Wisps of scarlet blood could be seen falling into the pool at all times, causing the strange little fish in the pool to jump with great excitement.

It turned out that on the thick hall beam above the huge pool, there were nearly 3,000 extremely narrow gray rust iron cages hanging at this moment.

In each of these cages, a person with shaved hair is housed.

These people are men and women, old and young.

At this time, they were all naked, and their expressions were depressed and painful.

These cages seem to have been specially designed to torture people.

It looks short and narrow, and the cage is covered with sharp and hard burrs both inside and out.

These steel burrs make it impossible for the people in the cage to squat, and they can't lie down.

In the end, he could only be in an extremely awkward and uncomfortable posture, with his head down and barely 'suffocating' inside.

But even so, these people's bodies were cut by iron thorns until they were scarred, and they kept gasping and moaning breathlessly.

Their bodies were slashed and cut by iron thorns, and wisps of blood continued to drip down the ground.

As soon as these blood droplets emitted a strong smell of blood, they attracted thousands of black and red fierce fish in the pool to swim with great excitement, raising their heads and opening their mouths, baring their fine fangs, and gnashing non-stop.

As if expecting more blood to fall to satisfy their bloodthirsty desires.

When these poor men saw Mycenaer enter the dark hall, they immediately cried and begged for mercy in their cages.

"Spare your life! Please spare me! ”

"Woo woo woo, it hurts! I can't stand it! ”

"Wizard spare your life!"

Mycenaer turned a deaf ear to these terrible and tragic cries for mercy.

He just raised his hand to release his mental power, controlling thousands of iron cages to press down at an extremely slow speed.

When the prisoners in the cage found out, they immediately screamed in fear.

Due to excessive fear, many people even fainted directly with convulsions.

During this period, Mycenaer used his telekinesis to control the iron cages, and at the same time, he quickly chanted a curse with a solemn expression.

With the movement of the incantation, the inner walls of the hall, the pool, and the zenith, which had seemed to be ordinary, all appeared and flashed into tens of thousands of dense sets of strange diagrams.

These images are all nested in layers of dozens of strange images of various strange monsters, knife-wielding murderers, headless executioners, smiling grimaces, and deformed giants.

These diagrams are filled with an infinite number of curves, polylines, breakpoints, and irregular shapes from the inside to the outside.

As soon as they appeared, these diagrams and line segments seemed to come to life, rising from a pure plane to a three-dimensional one, and began to absorb the desperate and painful emotions of the thousands of people in the iron cage group who were frantically 'erupting', and then transformed and brewed a stream of evil power, which was transmitted to Mycenaer in the air.

After receiving this evil force and sensing the power that began to expand and transform in his body, a wanton smile slowly appeared on Mycenil's face.

A minute has passed.

Thousands of iron cages slowly submerged into the pool.

Suddenly, tens of thousands of strange fish the size of their fingers rushed to bite the naked buttocks, legs, dorsal crests, soles of feet, and even ...... More fragile places.

"Ahhhh

"Woooooo

"Don't... Don't..."

A hysterical scream resounded throughout the hall.

At the same time, the strange evil power transformed by the witchcraft ritual also increased dozens of times.

Only half a minute later, the pool was a mess, like a blood pool purgatory.

Mycenil also pushed open the threshold of a third-level wizard under the impact of the evil force that frantically poured in from the outside world.

"Ahh

His eyes widened and he roared as he looked up to the sky.

Then, the body expanded rapidly.

In a short period of time, it turned into a large mass of black flesh balls with long or short tentacles on the surface, comparable in size to the size of a basketball court.

Grunt grunt –

The ball of meat beats like a heart, as if it is pregnant with something.

Mu Cang, who was standing on the side, looked at the black flesh mass in front of him that completely shattered the main hall, and speculated: "Just promoted to a third-level wizard, there should be three dragon heads, well, it is close to the peak of mortal things." ”

When Mycenaer first received the Rite of Hydra, he had analyzed the secret text in a second.

Combined with the relatively incomplete and rudimentary secret books in the 'Invisible Hand' vault, Mu Cang easily deduced the framework of the entire wizarding system.

To put it simply, if you want to become a wizard, you must first choose a kind of thing in this vast earthly world.

Or fierce beasts, or Bimon Titans, or thunderstorms, or soldiers, or evil spirits, or snowy mountains and deserts, or demons in the Divine Mansion......

Choose any one, use it as a base, melt your soul into it, and then absorb the ether (aura) of the corresponding attribute of the outside world, and you can condense it into a spell core. (See Chapter 75 for details on the cognitive setting of the ether attribute.)

And the curse core is the foundation of the wizarding system.

Whether it is ingesting aether condensation as mana, using mana as a 'munition' to release sorcery, or using magic as a paintbrush to outline rituals, the participation of the spell core is required.

Once the spell core is formed, it will automatically operate in the wizard's body, releasing streams of corresponding attribute magic closely related to the core building phenomenon to wreak havoc on the whole body, from the body to the soul.

It is indeed a violent rage, not a gentle and soothing diffuseness.

Therefore, a person who is born without adaptation and patience for the ravages of magic will die at the moment when he condenses into a spell core.

This adaptability to berserk magic is also one of the thresholds for becoming a wizard, or part of the qualifications of a wizard.

If there is, there is, and if there is none, there is none.

If you force it, you will die of great pain.

For example, the 'lava' curse core, people who are not qualified, the moment they are condensed, will be burned alive from the inside out by the continuous magma coming out, turning into a lump of stone that emits the smell of heat and sulfur.

If it is condensed into a 'demon' curse core, the unqualified will be possessed by a hundred ghosts, and the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys will be eaten, and even the soul will be used as placental nourishment by the hideous ghosts, giving birth to a bunch of devils and ghosts, and after suffering great torture, they will turn into a pool of pus and blood and die.

However, those who have the qualifications of a qualified wizard will be constantly tempered by the magic power of the curse core day after day and year after year, and then transform into a higher and more powerful life form.

But this kind of 'powerful' is also essentially a profound degree of alienation.

For example, Mycenil, who gave up his original path and changed his course to "The Rite of Hydra", will become more and more inclined to the nine-headed poisonous dragon Hydra under the influence of the curse core.

Constant dehumanization.

Become brutal and cold-blooded, maliciously ravaging people and animals.

He became a poison addict, liking dark and damp swamps, and aversion hot deserts and dry and cold ice fields.

However, Mycenil's vitality will also be like the real hydra in myths and legends.

Even after he really stepped on the morning level, even if he fell into the siege of the same level, as long as he was not killed nine times in a short period of time, he could make a comeback.

Moreover, at that time, any drop of blood in Mycenaeel's body would be a strange poison in the world.

Just one drop.

It can pollute 100 acres of fertile land into mud and bad soil that does not grow a single inch of grass and is full of poisonous miasma.

And after Mu Cang finished sorting out the wizard system, he also streamlined and optimized the "Rite of Hydra" at his fingertips, creating a new and more powerful secret codex.

"Perhaps, I can split up a clone to practice this technique."

He pondered with interest, "It's just like this...... Should I choose Nine Infants, Ghost Cars, Xiangliu, or Enlightened Beasts? ”