Journey to the Wizarding World

"Both strength and physique have exceeded 10 points!"

A trace of solemnity appeared in Enzo's eyes. Facing the ferocious blood corpse monster, he did not hesitate to use the shadow sneaking technique.

Bang!

The blood corpse monster jumped into the air, and a deep pit was formed on the ground as if it had been hit by a huge boulder.

In the deep pit, bloody mist rises!

It was a strange and evil aura, like a curse, constantly emanating from the body of the blood corpse monster.

"Shadow Spear!"

Feeling the bloody mist spreading around the blood corpse monster, Enzo did not dare to step forward rashly, tentatively waving his wand and projecting three shadow spears.

Roar!!

A beast roar sounded in vain, and the three shadow spears were shattered before they even got close to the blood corpse monster, turning into elemental particles and disappearing in the air.

The next moment, the bloody corpse monster opened its fangs and opened its bloody mouth.

Crimson energy condensed in his mouth, and with a chaotic aura, it violently sprayed forward.

"Wings of Shadow!"

Enzo whispered a spell, and the black shadow turned into a pair of vibrating wings, flying upward in an instant.

Rumble!

The crimson energy rushed straight ahead, the earth cracked open like a torrent, and the violent energy continued to rage, like a cataclysm in the abyss.

brush!

In the deep pit, the blood corpse monster disappeared in vain. Enzo's pupils suddenly shrank. In his mind, the chip alarm rang rapidly, and a crimson shadow rushed over ferociously.

The dark shield appeared immediately, but in the next second it was shattered under the claws of the blood zombie monster!

Stab!

A sharp sound sounded, and in mid-air, Enzo held the soul bone wand in both hands to block the attack of the blood corpse monster, and then fell to the ground.

"Is it just a physical attack, is it so powerful?" Enzo looked at the surface of the Soul Bone Wand, where the sharp claws had melted, and the traces left behind, and there was a hint of solemnity in his eyes.

Then, he took back the Soul Bone Wand and took out the artifact, the Sword of Night.

The blood corpse monster is extremely fast, so even if the witchcraft puppets are released, it will be difficult to cause harm to him. Instead, Enzo needs to distract himself and control the puppet army.

"bring it on!"

Enzo took a deep breath, with a hint of fighting spirit flashing in his eyes, and murmured: "It's just a good time to test my true strength now!"

During the month of the Battle of Coordinates, most of Enzo's battles relied on the witchcraft puppet army, which did not entirely belong to his personal strength.

On the opposite side, the blood corpse monster kept roaring.

Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth and fell to the ground, rising up with traces of black energy. The power of the curse took root in the ground, growing something like flesh sprouts.

"How disgusting!"

A trace of disgust flashed in Enzo's eyes, and then his eyes condensed. He clenched the Sword of Night in his hand, rushed forward with force under his feet, and took the initiative to attack.

Stab!

The sword blade and claws clashed, making the sound of metal friction. The next moment, Enzo's body twisted flexibly and appeared behind the blood corpse monster.

brush!

The Sword of Night swung down again, and the sharp blade slashed hard at the blood corpse monster's shoulder, just like a knife cutting tofu, instantly cutting off one of the blood corpse monster's arms.

The blood corpse monster turned its head violently, opened its mouth and spurted out a stream of blood, turning into blood-red insects in mid-air and attacking quickly.

Enzo did not hesitate and quickly retreated.

"Ugh...it hurts..." The shoulder was covered in blood, and the blood corpse monster wailed a few times.

On the ground, the severed arm was struggling as if it was still alive. Blood-red sprouts grew out of the broken wound, and it was waving desperately in the direction of the blood corpse monster.

Enzo's eyes narrowed and he frowned slightly.

"My hand..." The blood corpse monster leaned over and picked up the arm on the ground, and then pressed it on the shoulder. The flesh sprouts that grew from the wound bit and twisted crazily, and were reconnected in a moment.

"It's grown..."

The blood corpse monster smiled foolishly, and then cast its gaze again, its eyes filled with bloodthirsty excitement.

"Eat! Eat you!"

Seeing the blood corpse monster rushing towards him again, Enzo's eyes flashed, his mental power shot out like a silver cone, and he launched a soul stab attack.

"ah!!!"

The blood corpse monster screamed and curled up on the ground. The expression on his face was distorted, and he dug his claws into the ground in pain.

The blood corpse monster roared, grabbed a few red potions from its arms, and threw them into its mouth. Its sharp fangs even bit the test tube, and the red liquid was mixed with glass fragments and swallowed together.

After eating a few potions, the pain of the blood corpse monster seemed to be alleviated, but its eyes became scarier and the aura on its body became more chaotic.

"The shackles of the source of blood?" Enzo frowned as he looked at the blood corpse monster not far away.

Any wizard who chooses the path of a blood wizard will inevitably bear the shackles originating from the source of his blood.

Many years ago, the wizarding world sent an expeditionary force to conquer the shadow world, and since then brought the bloodline of the vampire family to the wizarding civilization.

And the curse of blood is the shackles of vampire blood!

…

A secret place, in a forest.

In the open space, Kaijin stood quietly. A medal on his chest suddenly became hot. His heart moved and he quickly raised his head and looked at the sky.

Above the sky, black cracks continued to spread.

"It's time!" Kaijin murmured to himself, then took a deep breath and crushed the black crystal in his palm hard.

Click!

A faint light rose into the sky and seemed to turn into threads, scattering in all directions.

…

On the desolate land, two teams of apprentices were confronting each other.

"The battle of coordinates is about to end. It seems that we don't need to fight anymore, right?"

The apprentice team belonging to [Phantom of Crows] only has about 15 people. The leader is a blond apprentice who looks forward solemnly.

Opposite, the apprentice team of [Skull Castle] consists of 30 people, led by a man with two heads and a deformed body.

"Each mark can be exchanged for 500 magic stones after the bloody battle!" The two-headed man looked excited and licked his lips and said, "Who would waste it if they have the opportunity to gain more benefits?"

The blond apprentice's eyes narrowed and he clenched the wand in his hand. A fierce battle seemed inevitable.

However, at this moment.

In the sky, strands of light turned into threads and fell down, accurately hitting every [Skull Castle] apprentice.

"ah!!"

"what happened?"

"Help……"

Wails and screams continued to sound, and the bodies of the [Skull Castle] apprentices who were hit by the ghostly light threads began to collapse and turned into ashes.

"...Curse!?" The blond apprentice's pupils suddenly shrank and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

The sudden change shocked everyone. A mysterious curse came from nowhere and killed the apprentices of the hostile forces.

And at the same time.

In other areas within the secret realm, similar things happened one after another. Every apprentice in [Skull Castle] was cursed by the ghostly light thread and turned into ashes without warning.