Chapter 393 The Hidden Room <TOC> Chapter 395 Felicia
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When the woman’s vital energy was cut off, the resentful energy surrounding her rapidly entered her body, corroding her soul. Her fragmented soul, under the massive accumulation of resentment, was forcibly transformed into a complete soul, and the pure energy within the soul was visibly tainted and corrupted.
Polluted and falling into depravity.
Almost the moment the soul appeared, the negative energy generated by the resentment covered everything.
Her eyes were white, and her face was covered in bulging veins, as the ghost creature with sharp claws crawled out of her body. As soon as she was born, her form was as solid as a real person, showing how deep her accumulated resentment was from her previous life and death experiences!
After her birth, she let out a scream—
Banshee scream, a natural ability, capable of shaking all souls.
Angel’s soul was unique and was not affected by the negative effects, only feeling slightly uncomfortable, and no other sensations. But the other women still clinging to life on the scythe all died from this scream.
At this moment, the newly born ghost raised her pale eyes, waved her hand like a chicken claw, and rushed towards the only living person, Angel.
The ghost had no reason, and Angel did not expect her to remember the kindness from her previous life. So, the moment she rushed over, he controlled the illusion to retreat from the room. His true body was hidden, and the ghost could not find him. The illusion was also immune to the ghost’s attack, so Angel’s plan was to lead the disaster elsewhere.
The real culprit who killed her was lying outside, letting the woman outside attract the ghost’s attention, and he would take the opportunity to leave.
However, when the ghost rushed over, golden runes suddenly appeared on the surrounding walls. These golden runes formed various-sized circles, rotating continuously. The ghost had not yet reached Angel’s illusion when she was surrounded by these rotating golden runes. The ghost let out a miserable scream and vanished in an instant.
“Is this a soul-trapping and teleportation magic formation?” When the golden runes merged back into the wall, Angel roughly guessed their purpose.
With so many people dying in Black Castle and so many ghost being born, there must be a mechanism for dealing with them. It seemed that it relied on this magic formation to transport the wrongfully dead ghost to the forest outside.
Looking at the naked corpses hanging from the ceiling, Angel sighed slightly, now understanding the origin of the graveyard outside.
Judging by the number of ghost in the forest, it was not the work of just one person. Perhaps the entire Black Castle was bathing in blood to give birth to so many ghost, which is why there were so many skeletons exposed in the wild.
Bathing in virgin blood?
Angel paused, and suddenly remembered a book called —Legendary Glory— that he had previously read in Sanders’ library.
This book introduced all the legendary wizards recorded in the Southern Region over the past ten thousand years.
Among them was a legendary woman from three thousand years ago – the ‘Bloody Queen’ Mary. She also came from Black Castle, had a wild and unrestrained nature, and possessed countless lovers. Apart from indulging in luxury, Mary had another well-known hobby: she bathed in the blood of virgins daily, rumored to grant eternal youth. However, it was later discovered that there were many methods to maintain youth, and bathing in virgin blood was basically ineffective. Her fondness for bathing in blood was purely a personal preference, as she could not stand the sight of young and beautiful women.
Unexpectedly, this “bad habit” from Black Castle three thousand years ago still exists today.
It has already been proven that bathing in blood only results in being covered in gore and resentment, with no other effects. Perhaps Mary’s achievements were too great, leading her successors to blindly follow her, believing that by emulating her, they could replicate her past glory.
This can only be described as a foolish and stubborn act, which is also why Black Castle’s decline continues today. Once a large wizard organization, now not a single person has entered the path of true knowledge. The highest achievement belongs to the second-level wizard Isabella. If it weren’t for the support of the Fairytale Town, it would have been plundered long ago.
Angel shook his head and closed the door to the room of gore.
Back in the corridor, the previously blood-bathed Black Castle female apprentice was still unconscious. The look in Angel’s eyes when he saw her contained a trace of disgust. However, this psychological aversion did not cause Angel to act rashly.
Although he did not like the practice of bathing in living human blood, he could not judge others’ actions by his own moral standards. In the Wizarding World, there is no universally recognized moral consensus, and no one has the right to say that Black Castle’s practices are wrong.
Angel was prepared to walk past her and leave, but after taking a few steps, he returned to the female apprentice’s side.
Looking at the fallen female apprentice, an idea flashed through his mind.
…
Phineas had a long dream in which she bathed in the blood of virgins, transforming into a legendary wizard. She conquered all four corners and gathered countless handsome men.
Just as she was engaged in intimate activities with her lovers, a sinister-smiling man suddenly appeared before her. Before she could react, the man appeared on top of her and knocked her unconscious with a chop.
Her vision went dark, and Phineas groaned, slowly opening her eyes.
She rubbed her neck while moaning in pain.
“Damn it, besides that cursed Diavolo, another one broke in and I got caught again.” Phineas’s face was filled with anger, not knowing whether it was because her dream was interrupted or because she was defeated twice by outsiders.
Phineas stood up, drops of blood falling down. She looked down at the blood on the floor: “Really, I have to clean it up again, or else when mentor comes back, I’ll definitely be scolded.”
Phineas resignedly returned to the bathtub, took out a cloth, and continued to mutter: “When will I finally learn the cleaning spell? I don’t want to keep working like this.”
As she spoke, she unconsciously looked up at the array of corpses hanging above her head: “They’re all dead. How long have I been unconscious? That damned intruder made me waste all this effort.”
Phineas casually pressed a switch on the wall, allowing the scalding blood in the bathtub to drain into the ground through a pipe. After the blood in the bathtub was cleaned, she wiped her body dry, put on a thin veil, and returned to the corridor, preparing to clean the blood left on the floor.
As Phineas cursed and grumbled while reluctantly working, a sudden “bang” came from the end of the hallway.
Startled, she looked up.
It was pitch black, and she saw nothing.
“Taya? Larissa?” Phineas called out tentatively. They were her fellow apprentices living on the same floor, but no one responded.
She put down her work, picked up a wall lamp, and walked towards the source of the sound.
After a few steps, she suddenly saw a dark figure lying motionless on the ground in the distance.
Judging by the ragged clothes, this person was definitely not from the Black Castle, and it could even be a man! Although the Black Castle organization did not forbid male apprentices, only women were in the actual Black Castle!
Could it be the intruder who had knocked her out earlier? Phineas’ eyes were filled with resentment and excitement as she slowly approached the man.
She took out a large machete in her hand, just in case.
However, as she got closer, she realized that the person was not the man from before but a bloodstained, ragged Diavolo!
“Huh, Diavolo escaped from the Blood Prison? Could he have some sort of treasure on him?” Phineas’ expression showed a hint of excitement as she approached Diavolo and began rummaging through his belongings.
But after searching for a long time, she found nothing. Phineas pinched Diavolo’s groin fiercely, causing the unconscious Diavolo to let out a low moan of pain.
“Your looks aren’t bad, and your mentor is also quite good… If it weren’t for the higher-ups’ orders, I’d really like to try your taste.” Phineas said with a charming smile, and went to fetch a rope, tying Diavolo up tightly.
“Didn’t expect to catch a bargain. When I send you back to the Blood Prison, the Lord might even reward me. Hahaha.” Phineas imagined the rewards she might receive, then dragged the unconscious Diavolo towards the Blood Prison.
Not long after Phineas left, Angel’s figure slowly emerged…
“Shadow got captured? And locked in the Blood Prison?” This didn’t match what Shadow had said about an ‘easy test’. Was it because he underestimated his opponent and was defeated by an apprentice, or had something gone wrong in between?
Angel thought for a moment and decided to follow Phineas to see the situation first.
…
Meanwhile, in a grand hall of the Black Castle, a tall woman dressed in an elegant black, form-fitting gown, with faint black and white butterfly wings on her back, looked at a crystal ball in her hands, her face revealing a hint of mockery.
The crystal ball displayed the image of Phineas, who was dragging ‘Diavolo’ to the Blood Prison with a beaming smile on her face.
“Fooled by an illusion and still looking so delighted. She’s such an idiot, just like Isabella.” The woman in the black dress mentioned Isabella with disdain, “Isabella is a joke. She tarnished Queen Mary’s reputation. Instead of improving herself, she always seeks shortcuts and crooked paths, even getting involved with a scum like the puppet master and organizing this joint test! With such a temperament, no wonder Lady Isabelle chose to leave the Southern Region and never return.”
The woman in the black dress refocused her attention on the crystal ball.
Her gaze eventually settled on Angel: “This kid’s illusions are somewhat impressive.” If she hadn’t been watching the entire time, seeing Angel cast the illusion on Phineas, she wouldn’t have been able to tell whether the injured Diavolo was real or fake.
However, although the illusion was convincing, it still lacked logic. Upon careful consideration, one would find flaws. If Phineas had been more attentive, she would have noticed that, although Diavolo had wounds on his body, there was very little blood… This was quite strange since Diavolo was supposed to be locked in the Blood Prison, and logically, he should have been covered in blood.
“Moreover, this illusion seems to have the touch of the Twilight Queen…”