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Chapter 730: Chapter 36: Strangulation!
Under the Lost Fruit Tree, the ancient and majestic shade enveloped the desolate heart of the ruins.
Cyrus sat cross-legged, his mind tightly linked with the massive Purgatory Magic Array, monitoring the energy flow throughout the chapel area, particularly the energy fluctuations gradually moving away from the core on Ragnar’s side, which made him frown slightly, feeling a faint unease.
Suddenly!
A subtle yet unusually clear magic fluctuation emanated from his pocket, accompanied by a stabbing sensation akin to a soul link being forcibly torn apart!
Cyrus’s face changed drastically, and the meditation state he had maintained was instantly shattered. He opened his eyes abruptly, filled with shock, anger, and disbelief!
Beside him, Lai Ou was startled by his movements and had just turned his head, opening his mouth with curiosity: "What’s..."
He had only uttered two words when an unexpected change suddenly occurred!
A dark yellow Sheepskin Scroll, looking very old with edges even somewhat frayed, unexpectedly flew out by itself from the slightly open inner lining of Cyrus’s Wizard Robe!
It seemed manipulated by an invisible hand, hovering in mid-air, its surface covered with those complex and sinister runes written in dark red ink which were flickering uncontrollably!
The scroll moved in the air without wind, rapidly flipping and twisting as if something inside was struggling madly. Next, those dark red runes ignited like a burning fuse, starting from the edges with a "sizzle", quickly turning black and finally bursting into strange, heatless black flames!
This flame burned extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, the entire Sheepskin Scroll turned into a small handful of descending black ashes right before Cyrus and Lai Ou, leaving not a trace of residual energy.
Lai Ou, with his mouth agape, looked at this sudden scene, his face full of astonishment and bewilderment.
He instinctively turned to Cyrus, only to see this usually dark and composed Wizard of the Tower of Order now with a face so dark it could drip water, his eyes rolling with immense rage and a hint of... undetectable heartache and fear.
Lai Ou suddenly realized something, his heart skipped a beat, his voice turned dry as he tentatively asked: "Could it be... those patterns on the scroll just now..."
He recalled that the runes flickering on the scroll bore a striking resemblance to the highest-grade soul contract marks he had seen once! And for a scroll contract that Cyrus carried with him and kept in copy form, the intended target was self-evident!
"Ragnar! That useless fool! Idiot!" Cyrus could no longer suppress the fury in his heart, growling in a low voice, his voice somewhat distorted by extreme anger.
A Domain Level slave! That’s not just any cannon fodder you can find! Throughout the entire Wizard World, the forces that could fully control a Domain Wizard as a slave were few and far between! This was not only powerful combat strength but also represented a resource, an asset that even Rule Wizards would covet!
Now, because of a moment of spiteful impulse, that brute had wasted it all here! Once out of the Lost Tower, if the higher-ups hold him accountable for losing such an important "asset", the blame would undoubtedly fall heavily on him!
Thinking of the severe punishment methods within the organization for those who fail, especially those causing significant losses, even someone with Cyrus’s resilience couldn’t help but shiver, a cold chill running up his spine.
"I must obtain the Lost Fruit! I must achieve enough results to make up for this blunder!" He clenched his teeth tightly, almost digging his nails into his palm, frantically reminding himself.
...
"Gurgle..."
A slightly muffled rolling sound stood out in the dead silence of the ruins.
A head, hair bristling and eyes wide open, with an expression of unbelievable terror and frozen despair, rolled down next to a charred piece of rubble—it was Ragnar’s head.
The eyes that once burned with raging fire now held only dull, lifeless hollowness, "gazing" blankly at the eternally dim sky above.
Leaning on Ifrid’s Sword, Lynch panted slightly. He lifted a sleeve stained with dust and blood splatters to wipe off the mixture of sweat and blood droplets from his cheek, letting out a long, bloody breath.
"This guy... was really hard to kill!" he muttered to himself, his tone carrying a hint of post-battle fatigue as well as a sense of relief after his success.
In the Domain level, not one of them hadn’t emerged from millions of spellcasters, enduring hundreds or thousands of years of brutal competition and countless life-and-death struggles to reach where they are today?
They not only possessed tremendous strength but also extremely rich combat experience and endless life-saving cards. Ragnar was no exception; at the final junction of life and death, he nearly utilized all his bottom-line measures—
Doppelgänger Puppet, Soul Transfer, Flesh Explosion, and even the self-harming Forbidden Secret Techniques... all sorts of bizarre and tough escape and counterattack techniques emerged endlessly.
It was fortunate enough that they were on the 95th Floor of the Lost Tower, where the strong rule suppression significantly diminished the effect of Ragnar’s life-saving skills that required tremendous energy or involved profound rule utilization, if not rendering them completely unusable.
Otherwise, in a normal external environment, fully retaining a Mid Domain-level elite intent on escaping would undoubtedly become exponentially more difficult.
"Fortunately... in the end, he’s done for!"
His gaze fell on the gradually cooling, shattered body lying in the ruins. A surge of inexpressible excitement and accomplishment, like warm currents, welled up in Lynch’s heart, quickly drowning his bodily fatigue.
This was genuinely a Domain-level powerhouse! The last time he participated in killing a Domain adversary was during the trial in the Land of Decay, where it was Rule Wizard Abbas who truly sealed the victory and executed the final blow.
But today, having personally planned and led the battle, eventually slaying the Domain-level opponent with his own hands, Ragnar was undoubtedly the first!
The sense of achievement brought by overcoming a formidable foe through his own power, dominating the life and death of a strong adversary, was incredibly immense, providing the most direct affirmation of his power and growth.
Besides this...
Lynch’s eyes grew fervent, much like the sharpest merchant spotting a rare treasure. The corpse of a Domain Wizard was itself a mobile treasure house!
Its heart, bones, blood, and even hair and skin contained the law imprints and vast energy from all their cultivation, making it superb material for advanced magic research or crafting top-level Witchcraft or Magic Potions!
Not to mention the Space Equipment Ragnar surely carried with him, likely holding years’ worth of accumulated wealth...
The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. Lynch could hardly contain his inner joy. Ignoring the numerous aches from his body and the weakness from magic depletion, he immediately stood up, ready to step forward and meticulously catalog his spoils.
However, just as he took two steps, still ten meters away from Ragnar’s corpse—
An unexpected change suddenly erupted!
"Whoosh!"
A sticky, scarlet tongue full of disgusting flesh barbs shot out from the shadow of a collapsed pillar like a sinister whip without any warning! It encircled Ragnar’s corpse at the waist with lightning speed, then gave a mighty yank backward!
"Pfft!"
Ragnar’s heavy headless body was effortlessly dragged up by this outrageously strong tongue, rapidly vanishing into the distant darkness and ruins, leaving only a long drag mark on the ground...
Lynch’s extended hand froze mid-air, his earlier excitement instantly solidifying into shock and rage!
"What the hell is that?!"