"I didn't expect you to be able to survive. It's really a bit surprising."

Mo Lin looked ahead and raised his eyebrows slightly.

He was holding an alchemical grenade in his hand and tossing it up and down, with a calm expression on his face, as if he was not overwhelmed.

"You...what...you you..."

A wizard apprentice in the misty maze screamed and kept backing away. He looked at Morin with disbelief in his eyes.

Next to this wizard apprentice was a messy ground with two or three broken corpses lying on the ground.

Dark red blood was slowly flowing out.

This wizard apprentice never imagined that he and a few companions were planning to ambush a lone wizard apprentice, and it seemed that they were almost successful, but that wizard apprentice strangely took out a few black balls and threw them at him casually.

Accompanied by fierce flames and explosions, all his companions died, and he was the only one who barely survived by relying on a broken magic item he obtained by accident.

"You are lucky to be alive, but you don't need to keep living." Morin smiled.

The wizard apprentice trembled when he heard this.

Without thinking, he ran behind him, wanting to leave.

But it was too late.

A silver light suddenly flew over.

Swoosh! The wizard apprentice's body flew up heavily and was nailed to the tree trunk by the cross sword. The wizard apprentice's head tilted to one side, and he was already dead.

"There's no need to waste alchemical grenades to deal with a mentally disturbed wizard apprentice." This thought flashed through Morin's mind.

He couldn't help but touch his nose.

Then Morin walked forward, drew his cross sword, and began to rummage through the corpse, looking for something valuable.

Morin has done similar things many times in the past few days. Others ambushed him, and he sneak attacked others. Things were always uncertain, but the result was always the same, that is, everyone else died.

I have to say, with the alchemical grenade, Morin is really safe.

"Explode, explode, explode, explode. Something that can explode non-stop must be really powerful."

Maureen couldn't help laughing.

During this period of time, Morin killed many wizard apprentices, but he always controlled the absorption. So far, the points on his body have only increased by one or two points. This is for safety reasons.

But Morin did not let go of the things on those wizard apprentices. Now, Morin had a few more low-level magic stone cards, which meant that he had several thousand more magic stones, and he also had a lot more of various materials. Now, Morin didn't even care about ordinary things.

He even threw away many materials that ordinary wizard apprentices were very jealous of. There was no other way. After all, there were limits to what Morin could take without affecting his actions.

Maureen continued on.

After walking for a while, he met a tall figure with two heads, purple-black body and yellow saliva in his mouth.

"roar!!!"

The tall figure was tearing into the corpses of several wizard apprentices on the ground. When Morin appeared, it suddenly turned around and let out a huge roar at Morin.

With a whoosh, the wind flashed by, and the tall voice rushed towards Morin.

"Hell demon."

Maureen raised her eyebrows slightly.

The Hell Demons are an underground race. They are strong, with thick skin and flesh, but low intelligence and low resistance to witchcraft. They are very weak existences in the underground world. Just now they came with the dark elves, and Morin just took a look at them and lost interest.

Unexpectedly, this hell demon actually killed several wizard apprentices.

"It's good luck, but that's where it ends."

Maureen smiled.

His palms were open, his lips moved slightly, and he chanted a witchcraft spell. Then, balls of crimson flames flew out from his hands and exploded on the body of the Hell Demon.

This is level zero witchcraft, explosive fireball.

The hell demon was roaring at first, but not long after, it let out a scream, and in the end, the hell demon was no longer able to make any sound.

When the smoke and dust cleared, several twitching body fragments appeared on the ground. They were the bodies of the Hell Devil.

"Huh?"

Morin was not at all surprised by this result. He was about to turn around and leave, but suddenly, he uttered a cry of surprise.

The smoke in front slowly dissipated, and after it cleared, two figures were revealed.

One of them was covered in a long robe, with high cheekbones, giving him a very cold and stern feeling, while the other one's face was actually made up of delicate white bones. At first glance, one could feel an indescribable sense of absurdity and weirdness.

Two people, one on the ground and one standing on the top of a tree.

When the smoke and dust cleared, their figures slowly appeared.

"Who are you?" Mo Lin looked at the two people in front of him and asked slowly.

"Well, the magic just now was quite powerful. It should be an improved version. And the person who could have such power and improved the Exploding Fireball magic must be an extraordinary wizard."

Sig tilted his head slightly, talking to Varro.

"Hmph! What? Do you think this wizard apprentice in front of you can compare with us?" Varo snorted coldly.

"How is that possible? You know, although his level 0 witchcraft is good, it is still far from ours." Sig shrugged.

"Then kill him. He's going to die anyway."

Varro said coldly.

Sig stood still, apparently silent about what Varro said.

"Listen, wizard apprentice, actually you are unlucky. You could have survived, but unfortunately, you met us, so you go..." Varo turned around and was about to say something.

But then, Varo's voice stopped. He looked at the two round black balls flying in the sky, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

Boom! Then two alchemical grenades exploded directly.

With a whoosh, a figure wrapped in blood-colored vines flashed over. It was Morin. He looked at Varro in front of him, clenched his fists, and punched him hard.

Bang! Varro flew backwards like a cannonball, breaking several trees in succession before crashing heavily into a giant tree and stopping.

"Cough... cough cough... Damn it... Damn it!" Varo's face was pale, his chest kept heaving, and blood kept coughing out of his mouth.

Morin kept moving. He pushed his feet hard on the ground and rushed to the other side.

Sig was still in shock over what had just happened, when suddenly he felt his body tighten. Countless blood-colored vines appeared out of nowhere and bound him, trying to trap him in place.

With a dull thud, Morin's fist whistled and instantly smashed towards Sig's forehead.

“Damn it!”

Sig's face changed, and dense bone spurs immediately emerged from the surface of his body. With a little force, he pierced through the blood-colored vines that trapped him.

Then he immediately stepped back.

Feeling the strong wind brought by Morin's fist that made his cheek hurt, Sig's face changed instantly.

"Wait... wait, wait!" Sig shouted.

But Morin had no intention of stopping. Countless blood-red vines stretched out, grabbed the tree, and then pulled it hard, causing his body to move rapidly forward.

He chanted witchcraft spells and at the same time, punched forward again.

Sig dodged in a panic, and then retreated several times before finally standing still.

"I didn't expect you to be as powerful as our apprentice." Sig took a deep breath and said, "Let's talk. Let's talk to each other."

Through his battles with Sig and Varo, Morin already had a rough idea of ​​their strength.

"It is impossible to kill them using conventional means. It seems that this time, I can only use a large number of alchemical grenades." Morin thought to himself.

With a movement of his hand, three alchemical grenades appeared in Morin's hand, and he wanted to throw them out again.

However, he immediately heard Sig's words, and after a stir in his heart, Morin seemed to have thought of something and stood still.

"What do you want to say?" Morin asked. His voice was hoarse, a sound he had deliberately disguised using witchcraft.

"We are almost the same strength, there is no need to fight each other, it's unnecessary, really unnecessary." Sig's breathing was a little disordered, and he said, "But, why did you suddenly attack us?"

"You all want to attack me already, don't you?"

Morin tilted his head, a hint of coldness in his words.

Just kidding, in that situation, he would naturally take the initiative. Now, after going through so many things, Morin is no longer a simple apprentice who knows nothing about the wizarding world.

If he hadn't seen that the two wizard apprentices in front of him were very powerful and that it would probably take a lot of alchemical grenades to take action, how could he have come to listen to what they were going to say? He would have killed them long ago.

Upon hearing this, Xige's breath was choked.

"Well, this was an accident. You were the first to attack us, so it can be considered a give and take, right?" Sig smiled and said, "Let me introduce myself. I'm Sig, from the Bone Tower."

"He is Varro, the wizard's apprentice at Hard Castle."

Sig pointed at Varro, who was trying to stand up, and introduced him.

"Jack, Jack the Ripper, from the Dark Forest." Maureen's voice sounded cold.

"Jack the Ripper?"

Sig read Morin's name and frowned. He had never heard of this name. Could this be the powerful wizard apprentice hidden in the dark forest? But this was not the point. Sig continued, "Jack, I want to tell you one thing. We are all strong. There is no need to fight each other at the beginning. We should have some tacit understanding and kill other weak wizard apprentices, and then..."

At first, Maureen had the patience to listen to Sig.

However, not long after, he discovered that Varo's body had turned into countless black flying insects and was slowly recovering from his injuries. The expression on his face suddenly changed.

The sound of the chip kept ringing in his mind.

Boom! Without thinking, Morin immediately threw out the three alchemical grenades in his hand.

"Ah! Damn it! Jack! Jack! Jack the Ripper!"

Varo was completely unprepared and was thrown into the air by the fire waves and broken iron pieces caused by the explosion. He let out a miserable scream, then turned around without hesitation and ran away.

Morin moved and chased after him without any hesitation.

When Sig saw this scene, he was stunned.

His feet turned into a shadow and he subconsciously stood in front of Morin.

"Jack, what are you doing..." Sig wanted to say something.

"Sig!"

Mo Lin looked over, his eyes were bloodshot and full of ferocity, and he said, "Do you want to die?!"

Do you want to die? Xige's body trembled and he stepped back subconsciously.

Without any hesitation, Morin chased after the seriously injured Varo in front of him.

Sig stared at the scene blankly, his mind completely confused.

He had no idea what was going on.

“Damn it!”

Sig looked at the backs of Morin and Varo who had disappeared long ago, gritted his teeth, ran in the direction where Morin and the others disappeared, and quickly caught up with them.

…………

"Your Highness, we are here."

In a hidden forest.

A dozen or so pretty boys and girls gathered together, looking ahead with excitement in their eyes. They were dark elves.

A slightly older female dark elf said respectfully towards the front.

"Ani, I understand." The dark elf in front said lightly.

She looked about fifteen or sixteen, her face was not made up, but she was naturally beautiful. She had a well-proportioned figure, petite and plump, and there was an indescribable gentleness and nobility in her whole person.

"This place should be where the blood seal stone is hidden. It's a pity that we dark elves can't go in directly."

Freya sighed softly. She had fair skin, hair as black as pine smoke, and pointed ears. She looked very smart.

But Night Mother is already prepared.

Such a thought flashed through Freya's mind.

"Have Alja and the others arrived?" Freya turned her head and asked.

"Your Highness, Aljia and the others have already sealed the place, the only thing missing is our bloodline seal stone."

Ani said respectfully.

"That's good, Ani, let's get started." Freya breathed a sigh of relief.

She waved her hand and said lightly.

Except for a few dark elves who were responsible for guarding, the other dark elves sat cross-legged on the ground, forming a witchcraft circle, and did not move.

The low sound of witchcraft spells echoed all around.

…………

"Ah! You, you you!" A wizard apprentice with the Green Ring shouted. He struggled continuously, and fear could not be suppressed in his eyes.

Phew!

A dull sound was heard.

Then, the body fell to the ground helplessly.

One hand slowly withdrew.

A group of people in black robes stood quietly, looking at the figure in front of them in silver robes, with expressions of respect and fanaticism on their faces.

Because the person in front of him was none other than the Son of Gintama, the organization they belonged to, who had not appeared for a long time.

"A wizard apprentice of the Blue Ring? It turns out that this is all he is."

"But, the Blue Ring, I really miss it."

The silver figure spoke softly, with a hint of sigh in his voice.

"Can you sense it?" He turned around and suddenly asked.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, we don't have any sense at the moment." A black-robed figure stepped forward and said respectfully.

The silver figure nodded, showing no surprise at all.

After all, as a bloodline bearer, he knew too well what kind of power a strong bloodline possessed. Moreover, the power of this bloodline was not even weaker than his.

"Is it a power comparable to that of Purgatory? I'm really looking forward to it. I really want to see it."

The silver figure whispered.

He thought of something.

Then the corners of his mouth curled up slightly and he smiled.

"Do you know why I want to kill the wizard apprentices of the Green Ring and the Dark Forest?"

"because……."

The silver figure seemed to be talking to himself, but also seemed to be talking to someone else.

He smiled.

Then he turned around and walked in another direction, which was the direction of another road.

"Okay, let's go."