novel-bin Chapter 79 The Tower of Eternity and the Murderer's Identity!
Chapter 79 The Tower of Eternity and the Murderer's Identity!
Old Master Evans's cry of "A blood debt must be paid in blood!" was like a burning brand, deeply etched into the hearts of the surviving apprentices!
A deep-seated hatred burned fiercely in their eyes, almost bursting forth.
The old man gently patted Sirian's still trembling shoulder, his voice low and filled with all the comfort an elder could offer:
"Child, I understand how you feel... but Leo and the others are dead, and you are still alive. You have a long road ahead of you, so don't let Leo and all your companions down!"
"Sirius!"
Rand, the apprentice who had killed the "traitor," also stepped forward with red eyes.
"Leo gave you his chance to live! You have to live well for him! You're not alone now!!"
Sirian slowly turned her bloodless face.
The tears seemed to have dried up, leaving only emptiness and deathly silence.
With tremendous effort, she managed to tug upwards at the corners of her mouth, revealing a barely perceptible smile that was more broken than a grimace.
"Thank you... Lord Evans... and... Rand..."
Before she could finish speaking, her body suddenly went limp, as if all her bones had been removed, and she fell straight backward!
"Sirius!!!"
The apprentices were horrified and rushed forward to support her limp body.
"well……"
Mr. Evans sighed heavily, his gaze complex as he watched the crowd anxiously calling her name.
"She's... overcome with grief, and the rapid sprint exhausted her last bit of magic and mental energy... It's a miracle she's managed to hold on until now."
He stepped forward, his voice carrying an undeniable weariness and pity:
"Let her... get some sleep. Don't wake her anymore."
The group was slightly relieved and carefully settled the unconscious Sirian.
Then, old man Evans pressed his withered palm against the void of the canyon!
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An invisible surge of magical energy instantly spread out, and a massive and stable magic circle rose from the ground, enveloping the entire bloody and ravaged battlefield.
"This magic circle can keep the environment here unchanged for a period of time. Now, come back to the manor with me and get some rest."
The old man's gaze swept over the blood-stained canyon, his voice heavy, "As for this place... let the elders of your school... come and inspect it themselves."
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Within the territory of the Morin Kingdom, which borders the Kingdom of Sepu to the northeast of the Kingdom of Siant, the undulating Ackerman Mountains stand like the spine of the earth.
This place is perpetually filled with a rich and restless fire elemental aura, and the air itself carries a scorching heatwave.
The most powerful white wizard organization in the Aikar region—the Tower of Eternity—is located here!
A towering, fiery red wizard's tower, seemingly forged from solidified magma, stood proudly atop the highest peak of the Ackerman Mountains!
The tower's body gleamed like lava, radiating a terrifying and imposing aura.
At the top of that tower that pierces the sky, an eternal holy flame is burning fiercely!
It radiates a pure, vast light and heat that seems to burn away all filth, everlasting and never extinguished!
Even in the deepest darkness, the light of the holy flame can illuminate an area of dozens of miles around the wizard's tower as bright as day, like a divine kingdom on earth!
At this moment, on the top floor of this magnificent wizard's tower, in a huge hall bathed in the golden-red light of eternal holy flames, the atmosphere was oppressively suffocating.
Several second-level wizards, who were powerful enough to command the wind and rain in the Aikar region and whose mere stomp could shake the kingdom, now stood nervously bowing like apprentices who had made a mistake, not daring to breathe loudly.
Their gazes were fixed on the center of the room—where a huge ring made of pure flames was slowly rotating.
At the center of the ring of flames, light and shadow distorted, revealing the phantom of an old man dressed in a magnificent red and white wizard's robe, with hair and beard as white as frost.
His face was calm and expressionless, and his eyes were as deep as if they contained two burning stars.
"so……"
The old man's voice was unusually calm, so calm that it was completely still, as if he were simply talking about the weather outside the window.
"Is this the answer you've given me after all your hard work? My personally trained disciple... perished in some obscure, desolate place, and you... didn't even manage to catch a glimpse of the killer?"
The bowing second-level wizards trembled almost imperceptibly.
They knew all too well that beneath this calm lay a raging inferno powerful enough to consume souls!
"Please forgive us, Your Excellency!!!" the group cried out in unison, their voices filled with fear.
"Forgiveness? Ha, forgiveness?"
The old man let out a short, cold sneer, as if he had heard an extremely absurd joke.
Then, the suppressed anger finally erupted like a volcano!
"My disciple is dead!!!"
The roar, carrying a tangible pressure of fire element, made the air in the entire hall buzz!
The ring of flames rippled violently, and the old man's phantom image twisted with rage!
"You swore so confidently that no official wizards were involved! Then tell me—are you three level-two wizards just for show?! Huh?! You couldn't even capture a single enemy who wasn't an official wizard?! What are you good for?!"
The old man's beard and hair bristled with rage, his face flushed red with extreme fury, and the violent fire elemental magic emanating from his body caused the temperature in the entire room to soar, as if the air itself were about to burst into flames!
"I don't care who's behind him!!! I don't care who that person is!!! I don't want to know how difficult things are for you!!!"
The old man's voice boomed like thunder, each word carrying a will to burn everything to ashes.
"I only want one result! One name! I want to know—who it was!!! Who gave the order to kill Leo!!!"
The three people below were so overwhelmed by the terrifying pressure that they almost knelt down.
The group exchanged glances, and one of them gritted his teeth, bracing himself against the almost melting gazes directed at him, and stepped forward:
"My lord! We...we did not leave empty-handed! Based on...based on the traces left at the scene and the descriptions of the survivors...especially the speculation about Leo's time at the manor...we...we have an extremely bold...but perhaps, possibly, should, almost...close to the truth...guess!"
Upon hearing him say "your subordinates" and "we," the two people behind him instantly turned pale!
Was all that eye contact just now for nothing? Didn't we agree you'd handle this alone?! Why are you dragging us into this again?! And saying that guess... isn't that just asking for trouble?!
But there is no turning back when the bow is drawn.
Feeling the piercing gaze fixed on him from within the ring of flames, the second-level wizard took a deep breath, as if using all his strength, and finally uttered that earth-shattering name:
"We suspect... the mastermind behind this... is most likely... Heath Peros!"