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The Black Tower, located just outside of the Thousand Laws City, is one of the many jagged mage towers. It is carved from a single block of obsidian and rises to nine levels, each with black spikes that stretch outward. Overall, it looks like a huge dead tree towering towards the sky.

Inside the Black Tower, Kona is walking down a cold-hard staircase. He was dressed in an apprentice's robe, with a short black one. Coupled with a slightly slender figure and dark pupils, it gives people the impression of being shrewd but lacking in vitality.

At the call of his teacher, Abyss, Lord of the Black Tower, Kona is on his way to the basement. Abyss's predecessor, ex-predecessor, and former apprentice are said to have been heard from after going to the basement. Curt didn't care about this, as if he wasn't worried that he would follow in his footsteps.

In the floors Curt passed, terrifying roars and roars echoed from each floor. Because Abyss is a master of summoning, he uses magic to summon all kinds of strange creatures and imprison some of them.

As Curt passed by the second floor of the tower, he saw a young girl locked in a mystical cell. So Curt stopped and whispered to the girl in the cell:

"Hold on, and you'll be free. ”

The girl who heard the voice raised her head, blinked, and fell starlight dust. Covered in light, she stared at Curt for a moment, and then replied indifferently:

"You're going to die, Curt, Abyss knows you've come to me often. He wants to monopolize me, and you'd better understand that. ”

"Yes, but don't worry, I'll be back. ”

Curt smiled and waved at the girl, the first time he had heard the other speak. Although Curt didn't know what race the girl belonged to, he knew very well that with Abys's skills, he could only imprison the girl indefinitely, and he couldn't drive her like a monster that drove other monsters.

"I will come again. ”

Curt repeated what he had said, and walked down the stairs. He passed through the first floor of the vast and empty Black Tower, and entered the rancid and damp basement, which can only be described as gloomy and miserable. There were scattered tools for torture, each with suspicious stains on them.

The basement of the Black Tower was divided into five floors, and Curt soon made his way to the bottom. The floor of this floor is paved with asphalt, and there are blood stains everywhere that cannot be washed away. In the depths of the basement, there are stairs that ascend and a huge altar at the top of the staircase. More than thirty candles burn around the altar, and they are said to be made from human fat.

At the edge of the altar, Abys, the Lord of the Black Tower, was busy preparing. He used blood chalcedony to draw a magic circle on the ground, then lit a fire in the center of the altar, and threw a large number of valuable spell casting materials into it, turning them into ashes.

Curt stopped twenty paces from the altar, wisely silent. He noticed two Flesh Golems standing on the side of the altar, the trump cards in Abyss's hands. - The Meat Demon is a terrifying slayer, with a huge body of nearly four meters and the strange power to pinch a bear to death. And they obey only their own creators, capable of carrying out the most brutal commands.

"Ah, here you are, my good student. ”

After a few minutes, Abys, who was sweating profusely, finally turned around and found Curt standing not far away. He twisted his old, shriveled face and smiled evilly.

"Come here, kid. ”

Abyss raised his bruised hand and beckoned to Curt. Seeing that the other party was unresponsive, Abyss laughed.

"It's useless, kid, don't resist uselessly. You should know that the reason why I took you in is for today. Although the barbecue you make tastes good, it won't save your life. The most important thing is that you go to Ani without my permission. She belongs to me, and you're stretching your hand too far. ”

"You seem to ...... Are you preparing a summon for the lower planes, are you going to summon demons?"

Curt remained composed, ignoring Abyss's words. After hearing his rhetorical question, Abyss showed a look of surprise for a moment, and then said with a dry smile:

"No, no, no, there is no point in summoning creatures from the lower planes, the technique is too old. I'm going to do much more than that, and I'll explain before you're thrown into the altar. Curt, you're actually a smart kid. He is very talented in magic, and he can even touch the first layer of magic net in three years and cast a level 1 spell, which is really a pity. ”

"There's nothing to be sorry about, teacher, except that your plans are going to be ruined. ”

Curt folded his right hand across his chest and saluted gracefully. He smiled meaningfully and said to Abys, who had squinted his eyes:

"First, just a few days ago, I was able to reach the second layer of the magic net and cast a level 2 spell. Secondly, I must tell you that I am actually a secret agent under the Magic Supervision Association. It's my pleasure to be in charge of keeping an eye on you, because you're truly a brute of extermination. ”

"Die!"

Upon hearing the name 'Spell Overseer Society', Abyss suddenly lost his composure. He was well aware that what he was doing was against the norm, and that the Magic Overseer Society was the body that punished deviant mages. Therefore, Abyss casts the spell with the fastest degree, intending to kill people first. Otherwise, he would most likely end up being thrown into the fire and wailing to death.

In a duel between spellcasters, degree is key. But Curt shook his head calmly, and even shrugged his shoulders. Before Abyss could finish his lightning spell and shoot a deadly electric current, Curt's eyes flashed with a silver light. As a result, Abys's gesture was misplaced in an instant, causing the gathered magical energy to disappear.

"I'm sorry to hide it from you for so long, Mr. Abyss, but I'm actually a psyker with a gift for psychic abilities. ”

Curt brutally raised the corners of his mouth, while pretending to be sincere. He just manifested a level 2 psychic ability, manipulating limbs and destroying the opponent's spell casting process. Satisfied with this, Curt saluted again, and then said calmly:

"I don't deny the power of magic, but magic is just a crutch of the mind. And as far as I know, for a good mage, killing should be the last option. If you only know how to destroy your opponents, you might as well be a warrior who wields a giant sword. ”

Abyss didn't take Curt, but began to prepare the next spell in a sweat. As an intermediate mage who can access the fourth layer of magic net and cast level 4 spells, he firmly believes that as long as he can cast spells, he will easily turn his opponent into ashes.

Abyss was close to completing his spell, but Curt reached out his finger to him first, revealing a psychic ability that burned one. Curt threw a lot of psionic energy into strengthening the psychic ability, and Abyss was covered with a cloud of fire, causing him to roll to the ground screaming.

"My parents were ordinary farmers, dead at the hands of a murderous mage like you. They didn't do anything wrong, they just didn't want to cut off the hooves and horns of the ploughing ox and give them to the mage as casting materials...... Because that was their only ploughing ox, the necessary tool for ploughing the fields. ”

Curt paced slowly, looking down at Abyss, who was rolling on the ground. He rubbed his fingers with a happy expression, and continued slowly:

"I awakened my spiritual gift in front of my parents' corpses and became a psyker. After that, I joined the Sorcery Overseer Society and traveled around hunting scum like you. You're my second target, and it's not easy to hide from you. However, I still did it. ”

Curt finished his words flatly, and then waved his hand. The flames on Abys's body were extinguished, allowing him to stop rolling and lie on his back gasping for air.

"Given the duties of the Ombudsman, I give you a chance to plead guilty. You can choose to step into the Flame of Mana and be burned by pure magic. For the mage, it was a dignified way to die. ”

"You are the one who died!"

Abyss's eyes widened and he roared, activating the two Flesh Golems that still stand to this day. He wanted to give the order for the Meat Golem to tear Curt to shreds. But the silver light lit up from Curt's eyes, transforming into a psychic ability to manipulate sounds.

"Kill me!"

Abyss roared, and then dumbfounded, this was not what he wanted to say at all. The two Meat Golems took heavy steps and faithfully began to carry out the order.

Abyss looked around in confusion and struggled to get up, but failed because of his injuries. He could only stare at Curt with a burst of tears, and shouted again in a voice distorted by psychic abilities:

"Kill me!"

When the weight of the Meat Golem made the entire basement tremble, Curt said with a smile:

"Farewell, Mr. Abyss. Evil is rewarded, and I'm starting to believe in this saying. ”

"You ......"

Abyss pointed his trembling fingers at Curt, and was knocked down by the Meat Golem and trampled on it fiercely. One by one, the bones in his body snapped and crackled distinctly.

If there is sufficient preparation in advance, Abyss may not have a chance of winning. But for the sake of the sacrificial ritual, almost all the spells he remembered today had nothing to do with combat. Abyss had no choice but to meet his own end, dying in a dark and damp basement, reduced to a puddle of flesh.

"It's over. ”

When the two Meat Golems came to a standstill, Curt let out a sigh of relief. He walked over to the altar and tilted his head to look at the fire in the center of the altar, then had a headache.

There is no doubt that the sacrificial rites are still going on. Even when the person in motion of the ritual is dead, it shows no signs of stopping. Ritual spells take a long time to move, but they are far more powerful than ordinary spells. This is common knowledge that every mage knows, so Curt can only try to complete the ritual to avoid the bad situation of spell rampage.

Curt gave it his all, but unfortunately he still didn't do it well enough. After all, he was still too young to be proficient in magic.

Suddenly, flying black shadows burst out of the bonfire and filled the entire basement. They let out a shrill whistling sound that made Curt's head spin off the ground when he didn't expect it.

As a psyker, Curt has an unshakable mental toughness like ice. But at this moment, his heart was shaking, and countless illusions were flying in front of him.

"Sacrifice! Sacrifice!"

The intertwined voices roared at Curt, squeezing his spiritual world. Curt raised his hand to cover his face, and staggered. He sensed great danger and suddenly realized that he had stepped on the line of life and death.