Chapter 171: Rooting Out (2)
Mallory was smug.
Anything Roger left behind could be a clue for him to track down Ron.
A hair, a piece of clothing.
Even just the smell left on the pillow after sleeping.
When all the hair was burned off, the final location was determined to be the Andre family residence.
Mallory once worried that Roger might have some connection with the Andre family...if so, it might be a bit troublesome.
But when he saw the distorted, scarred eyes reflected in the mirror, Mallory instantly put the worry in his chest behind him.
What can the Andre family do?
The sage Patrick has been dead for thousands of years, and the Andre family today is just a sunset, no longer comparable to its heyday.
What's more, the Dominic family is not easy to mess with.
As the president of the Granville Kingdom Magicians Association, his father is also a legendary master, five-star. Although not as good as Vice Pope Apu and the Grand Saint, he is definitely a strong man.
In addition, the power of the Magicians Association, although not as strong as that of the royal family and the church, is an existence that cannot be ignored.
It's just a declining ancient family, so I don't necessarily need to take it seriously.
Of course, the most important thing is the hatred in his heart. Driven by hatred, Mallory led a group of lackeys around him to the mansion of the Andre family.
Before he arrived, the roar of the forbidden spell had already spread from the Andre family's mansion.
The low mountains trembled accordingly.
That scene immediately changed Mallory's color.
He himself didn't have the ability to use forbidden spells, but at least he had seen his father use them. Could it be that Roger was a master who could use forbidden spells? If so, then Mallory really had to think about it. Although he hated being disfigured and fooled, at least he understood that a being who could use forbidden spells at will was definitely not someone he could mess with.
Soon after Ragnarok, the second forbidden spell appeared, the Roar of the Water Dragon, and the third forbidden spell appeared, the Wrath of Thundergod.
Three consecutive forbidden spells, from a long distance, the overwhelming impact and overwhelming pressure still made it difficult for Mallory and the magicians around him to breathe.
The power of the forbidden spell was so exaggerated that even though these people were experts with decent abilities, they still felt truly horrified.
But Mallory smiled instead.
Forbidden fire spells, forbidden water spells, forbidden lightning spells.
If Roger could use one of them, Mallory could still accept it, but using three forbidden spells of different attributes in a short period of time in succession was something that even Vice Pope Apu and the Grand Saint could not do.
There are not too many requirements for learning magic, but generally speaking, few people would learn all kinds of magic with different attributes. Human energy is limited, and learning too many magics with different attributes will not bring as much improvement to a magician as specializing in one attribute.
The most important thing is that these forbidden spells appeared too quickly.
There was absolutely no time left for chanting any spells.
Can you use forbidden spells directly without chanting the spell? Are you kidding? Currently, no one in the entire Dusk Continent can do this.
There is only one possibility, that is a magic scroll of forbidden spell level.
From these messy thoughts, it can be seen that Mallory is smart, but this intelligence seems to be used in the wrong place.
"Master, let's retreat first. Something is not right over there." A follower advised cautiously.
Seeing the surging energy in the Andre family mansion halfway up the mountain still sweeping around like a tsunami, the followers looked a little pale. In the smoke and dust, the Andre family mansion could no longer be seen, and it was estimated that it had disappeared.
At this moment, these followers were extremely grateful that they arrived a little late. If they had arrived ten minutes earlier, their ashes might have been scattered by now.
However, in the face of his younger brother's advice, Mallory smiled and shook his head: "No, let's go over there."
The use of forbidden spells through magic scrolls showed that Roger's strength had not reached the legendary level. Moreover, since Roger used forbidden spells in the Andre family's mansion, it showed that there was a deep hatred between him and the Andre family.
Isn't this a good opportunity? Even if that guy is not at the legendary level, he should be quite strong. It would be difficult to deal with Roger with the people around him.
But, if there were experts from the Andre family to help, it would be hard to say.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Mallory understood this truth.
Mallory believed that even if the Andre family had fallen, there must be people who survived after the three forbidden spells were cast. If he went to help at this time, he would definitely receive gratitude from the survivors of the Andre family.
If both sides join forces, Roger will be killed without a burial place.
Moreover, helping the survivors of the Andre family to eliminate the invaders is equivalent to establishing a good relationship with the Andre family. A thousand-year-old family, no matter how decadent it is, still has a certain foundation. If the Andre family can be completely won over to the Dominic family, the influence of the Dominic family will also expand, and it may even become the third largest force on par with the royal family and the church.
The more Mallory thought about it, the more excited he became. He could no longer hold back, and his body turned into a stream of light, rushing towards the Andre family's mansion. Behind him, a group of younger brothers looked at each other with helpless expressions, and could only follow behind.
…
The other side.
Suddenly, an arm stretched out from the ruins, and a figure emerged from the thick ashes covering the ground. Who else could it be but August Andre? However, the head of the Andre family had long lost his original dignity and respectability. He was covered in dust and looked very embarrassed. He opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of dust.
His eyes scanned the surroundings.
The original ancient building, filled with a mysterious atmosphere, has long since disappeared and the mansion has been razed to the ground.
In the very center of the mansion, there was a huge deep pit.
Huge cracks were all over the ground, flames were still burning in some places, black smoke was rolling in the air, and arcs of electricity were flashing and crackling in some places.
Chaos, destruction, decay, it was like the end of the world.
Poof! I don't know if it was because the visual impact was too great or because of the injuries on his body that made Augustus unbearable. This powerful patriarch only felt a dull pain in his chest and a stream of blood spurted out uncontrollably.
His fingers, his legs were shaking.
Like a lonely ghost, wandering aimlessly and lonely among the ruins.
He also wanted to find out if there were any survivors in the family.
But, no...
Dead, all dead.
Andre's family was small. Because of the family secrets, they had never hired servants or slaves from outside. In the huge and empty house, there were only seventeen members including him who could walk out of the secret room and see the sunlight.
But now, they're all gone.
Hate! Hate! Hate! Augustus' chest was filled with an unprecedented hatred.
He didn't understand how much hatred and resentment could have caused that damn bastard, whom he still didn't know who he was, to cast four forbidden spells in a row in the Andre family's mansion.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
“Ahhhhhh…”
A shrill howl came out of Augustus' mouth, his eyes had turned completely scarlet, and the depths of his pupils seemed to be filled with blood.
No matter who it is, he will make the other party pay the price.
He wants to grind that man to dust.
Suddenly, Augustus seemed to hear some subtle noise in his ears. His eyes suddenly widened, and without caring about the injuries on his body, he rushed towards the backyard.
The situation in the backyard was not much better. All the buildings had collapsed, with broken walls and ruins piled together. The faint sound came from the ruins.
With a trembling heart, Augustus waved his hand, and a gust of wind blew away the broken stones and brick walls on the ground, and a figure appeared in front of Augustus.
It couldn't even be considered a human figure. His limbs were twisted in a weird way, as if all the bones in his body were broken.
His clothes were torn and his skin was covered in dirty blood mixed with mud.
The flesh on his face seemed to have been shaved off by the violent impact, and one could even see the white bones inside. A piece of gravel was embedded in his left eye, and the entire eyeball was no longer there.
Without the suppression of the ruins, this strange humanoid object slowly squirmed like a maggot, and a faint cry for help came from its tattered lips that kept spitting blood.
It was Gray-Andre.
He was Augustus's best son.
It is the Andre family, the most outstanding descendant in terms of appearance and talent in the past hundred years, and the hope of restoring the former glory.
But now, hope is dashed.
Seeing Grayandre's appearance, Augustus felt hopeless. Even if he used the hymn immediately, he could only save Grayandre's life, but his lost left eye, arm and right leg could never be recovered.
If it were just this, Grey Andre could at least serve as a reproductive machine and give birth to offspring for the Andre family. However, a huge rock fell right between Grey Andre's legs.
August Andre had no idea how serious the injury to his son was; he could only see a large pool of blood.
It’s too cruel. His vitals are smashed. I’m afraid he will become the second eunuch in the Dusk Continent after Vice Pope Apu.
He even lost the ability to pass on his bloodline. Now Grey Andre is of no use at all except serving as food for his ancestor.
When he thought about how he had invested so much resources and energy in Gray Andre, and in the end it was all in vain, Augustus could no longer bear the shock of shattered hopes, and another mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.
His whole face was dark and his eyes became empty.
But soon, this emptiness was gradually filled with madness and resentment.
Who is it?
Who is it?
Four forbidden spells.
Who in this world can easily produce four forbidden magic scrolls?
GRANVILLE KING HOLT FOUR HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-FOURTH.
The Great Saint Christian.
Vice-Pope A.L.O. Montgomery.
Finally, is it Dominic, the president of the Magic Association?
Suddenly, August Andre's eyes widened. No, he seemed to have missed something... He remembered the scene he saw when he just came out of the secret room. The tree trunk was broken neatly in the middle, and the rockery and walls were cut neatly.
The whole world seemed to be divided into two layers.
Is that... a rupture in the larger dimension?
August Andre's eyes suddenly shrank. There was only one copy of this forbidden magic scroll in the entire world, and it was in the hands of... Holt the 474th!
Is it that old guy? Here is the second chapter.
(End of this chapter)