Bloodline of the Wizard
Chapter 143 - 90 Benny, why didn’t you tell me we have more guests to entertain today

Chapter 143: Chapter 90 Benny, why didn’t you tell me we have more guests to entertain today

The black handleless heavy sword swung its blade smoothly, slashing out with a faint whoosh.

At that instant, the entire longsword silently transformed into pure silver-white. The blade was tangled with countless mysterious and terrifying energies; light twisted, and the layers of air along its path were sliced open as if nothing could withstand its edge...

"Magic Domain?!..."

The young wizard right in front of the handleless heavy sword was shaken, instinctively stepping back, his hands continuously moving, calling back the flaming giant axe that roared in the air.

Meanwhile, two figures emerged, one from each side behind him. One had a mass of silver metallic liquid pouring out of him like mercury, quickly streaming toward Benny’s position along the ground.

The other had several glowing objects flying out from beneath his magic robe, all activated advanced magic tools—flames, storms, flashes of lightning... Soon, a round yellow crystal ball soared into the air, emitting streams of yellow light that carved deep marks into the ground as they relentlessly advanced forward.

The silver heavy sword, enveloped by the Power of Magic Domain, fiercely chopped into the red blade of the flaming giant axe, unstoppable as it continued forward, breaking through firewalls, storms, and shredding lightning, resolutely slashing onward.

Only when it was covered by the yellow crystal ball did the blade slightly tremble, seemingly becoming a lot more abrupt.

"His Magic Domain is collapsing! He’s not going to last much longer..."

The young leader’s agate-colored eyes sparkled, a grim expression fleeting across his face, and the flaming giant axe collided with the silver heavy sword suddenly exploded thunderously.

The explosion produced a blinding bright light, and a terrifying wave of energy swept through everything.

In the chaos, muffled groans could be heard, followed by the sharp yellow beams piercing through the intense firelight, then hurried footsteps... Finally, all noises settled down.

"Slap—Slap—"

The young leader gently smoothed out the minor wrinkles on his magic robe, dusting off the non-existent dirt and straightening his collar, then walked slowly amidst the scattered debris and mess on the ground.

He carried the elegance and composure of a natural-born noble, his agate-colored eyes shining with a cold and noble light like gemstones.

"My name is Lynch."

He walked up to Benny, leaned over, and said softly.

"Remember that?"

He reached out as if to pat Benny’s cheek, but upon seeing the large patch of decay on Benny’s left cheek, quickly withdrew his hand with evident disgust.

At this moment, Benny’s chest was visibly collapsed, with his white shirt’s flower tie completely soaked in seeping blood, turning it red.

His limbs, waist, and neck were tightly wrapped by a shiny fluid metal, as if numerous giant silver serpents were coiling around him.

Beneath the silver, subtle sounds of either robes or flesh tearing could occasionally be heard.

Benny was like a old wolf that had just been pulled from a trap, covered in wounds and tightly bound with the sturdiest thorn iron spikes, with "hunters" coldly gathering around one after another while he was left with only the energy to pant.

The young wizards surrounding Benny, one with a round face controlled the flowing silver metal, and another was surrounded by four magic tools radiating intermittent bright lights.

"Harry."

The young leader suddenly called out, and a pale-faced young wizard approached weakly.

"He hurt you once just now, didn’t he?"

Without anyone noticing, a strange silver-white dagger appeared in the young wizard’s hand, its blade adorned with light-moving runes and spiked edges lined with small, curved barbs.

He handed the silver-white dagger to the weak young wizard named Harry, stating lightly, "Then it’s up to you to extract the Demon Nightmare Tungsten Steel from his body."

The weak young wizard accepted the dagger without hesitation, his eyes filled with intense malice as he stared at Benny.

He walked up to Benny, raised the dagger, then swiftly lowered it, and quickly took out a vial from his waist storage bag, carefully sprinkling some gray powder all over the blade of the dagger.

"Pain Potion, it can amplify the pain fifty to a hundred times..."

The young wizard named Harry revealed a twisted grin and said to Benny: "You’re lucky; this was actually prepared for another bastard."

After speaking, he viciously stabbed the dagger straight into the crevice of Benny’s neck!

"Hmph!"

Benny’s body violently trembled, with veins bulging rapidly on his neck and cheeks, and sweat almost instantly soaking his hair and clothes.

Strangely, no trace of blood flowed from the spot where the silver-white dagger pierced him.

As soon as the silver-white dagger entered Benny’s body, the runes on it lit up, followed by the young wizard Harry gripping the handle tightly with both hands and pulling upwards with satisfaction.

During this process, the skin and flesh under Benny’s neck were hooked and rolled up by the finely barbed blade, but what truly caused him pain—

were the black metallic materials, dense like plant roots and seemingly fused with his flesh, now also being forcibly pulled out from within him.

Forcibly stripping a Metal Element Wizard of their metal magic medium, is like forcefully ripping out the blood vessels and sinews from a person’s body.

Due to the effect of the Pain Potion, this pain was magnified dozens of times, nearly a hundred times, unimaginable, the kind of soul-crushing agony it brought.

Benny’s body went from trembling to convulsing, and then to numbness, large patches of black metal substance were being torn out of his body bit by bit.

Holding the dagger tightly in both hands, Harry’s cheeks slightly flushed with the immense pleasure of revenge.

The young wizard, Lynch, stood by indifferently urging, "Hurry up... Lord Travis is waiting for us."

"Right away."

Harry gasped for breath and chuckled, wiping the sweat off his forehead from the excitement and exertion, and was about to pull the dagger out completely in one go.

But just then-

"Crack——"

A crisp sound, like something breaking, abruptly resonated at the scene.

"Whoosh——"

Harry’s movements halted, and everyone looked up simultaneously, their expressions wary as they scanned their surroundings.

"What was that noise?!"

"It seems someone is attacking our Rune Formation from outside!"

Surrounded by magic tools, the young wizard pulled out a prism-shaped crystal and urgently spoke.

Everyone clearly saw that the crystal was rapidly flashing a flickering light, and faint cracks seemed to be emerging on the surface of the crystal.

"Who would come at this time?

This is a Second-tier Rune Formation..."

The young wizard with the magic tools spoke urgently with a grim expression, but before he could finish, "Crack——"

The sound of breaking was heard again, louder and clearer this time.

Everyone pinpointed the direction of the sound, which was the position of the courtyard gate directly in front of them.

A slow crack appeared on the thick, beautiful crystalline wall adorned with countless bright runes.

And the crystal that was the control center of the array suddenly showed a clear crack on its surface.

All expressions shifted slightly, eyes revealing shock.

"Harry, hurry up!"

Lynch, the leading young wizard, was the first to react, his eyes sinisterly reaching to snatch the dagger from Wizard Harry.

It was the moment his palm was about to touch the silver-white handle of the dagger...

"Crack! Bang!"

"Boom!"

The central crystal in the hands of the young wizard with the magic tools exploded.

In the tremendous explosion, it seemed as though something was completely shattered.

The group of young wizards didn’t have time to react before their figures were utterly swallowed by the vast expanse of white snow.

Rolling cold air filled the entire space, deep blue Northern Lights spread across the sky, strands of despair permeating and wildly growing...

As the furious cold flows gradually calmed, Benny’s ruined courtyard was completely transformed into a scene of icy snowfields.

Everything was covered with ice and snow, the temperature so low it seemed as though it could freeze the blood in one’s veins.

In this glacier and snowfield, Lynch and the others, with extremely unpleasant expressions, saw through their violently shaking protective energy shields—

At the position of the main gate of the courtyard, under the billowing cold air, a tall young man holding an Ice Spear slowly walked forward.

His white hair blended with the snow as the cold wind fluttered his robe like a light cape.

His handsome face featured a pair of bright eyes, as blue as the stars cleaned by snow in the winter night sky.

The young man stepped through the snow, his gaze passing through the figures of Lynch and the others, directly landing on the nearly dead Benny and softly saying, "Benny, why didn’t you tell me that you had guests to entertain today..."