The black sun hangs high

Chapter 220 The Slaughter in Progress
The dim moonlight in the sky, the desolate and deserted streets, and the Dark Abyss Spawns constantly moving through the shadows became the witnesses to this night.

Upon seeing Hugh's eerie smile, Bourwa naturally became wary. It was then that he suddenly realized a rather strange question: why was their leader, Mr. Hugh Ernst, leaving the Brotherhood of the Three Colors headquarters...?

Not only did they bring weapons and spellbooks, but they also brought their own luggage?
Does he not plan to go back?

Or is he planning to stay somewhere else for a while?
At this moment, an ominous premonition began to churn and ferment in Berva's heart.

However, his instincts and intuitions were completely different from the "truths" he had previously seen and felt in this young man.

The Dark Abyss Spawn not far away was already eager to make its move. The ever-surging deep darkness had completely left the cracks in the building, and the mage Borgwa, who was standing in the middle of the street and lacked sufficient Dark Abyss magic cover, naturally became its primary target. Perhaps sensing that Borgwa was different from ordinary prey, this sizable Dark Abyss Spawn began to grow limbs from its body for hunting and fighting, and at the same time, it crawled towards Borgwa.

As for Hugh, who was standing next to Berva...

In the perception of the Dark Abyss offspring, Hugh's presence was now almost zero. What concealed Hugh's aura was not only the dense Dark Abyss magic, but also the mist originating from the Messenger in the Mirror. The former turned Hugh into a Dark Abyss shadow that was difficult to perceive and touch, while the latter added a dangerous aura that was not to be touched to this shadow.

This is precisely the natural suppression that the Mirror Messenger, as the legitimate Dark Abyss Clan, imposes on these Dark Abyss offspring—no matter how greedy their nature may be, they must obey this absolute suppression from the same source of power.

Hugh silently took a step back, watching the astonishingly large mass of Dark Abyss offspring rush towards Bourwa. At this moment, the mage, who was extremely rich in both magical theory and practical experience, had already made a timely response.

Having already sensed that something was wrong with Hugh, Börva quickly began casting a spell. Instead of using his spellbook, he instantly constructed a series of complex magic runes and rapidly created an incredibly blazing and dazzling wall of magical flames, separating the Dark Abyss Spawn from Hugh on the other side.

Shug stood still, motionless.

Bourwa's reaction speed was indeed astonishing. What he used was clearly a variation of the classic "Merlinler and Wall of Flames" spell. Judging from the flow and stability of the magic, it was slightly inferior to the original Wall of Flames, but it was much better in terms of casting and formation speed.

“Mage Borgward, it’s extremely rare to see someone like you directly inscribing a valley-level destructive spell…”

Despite the raging flames, Hugh remained remarkably calm—his swarm of rats had already monitored every direction, and no matter how much Burva tried to escape or do anything else, it would be difficult to escape his surveillance.

Therefore, Hughes leaned on his cane and said slowly, "So, where does your level of magic and combat skill stand within the Black Sun Society?"

At this moment, even the slowest person would be able to sense the intense hostility emanating from Hugh.

Under such circumstances, Börva did not hesitate. He ignored Hugh's chilling question and, under the cover of the wall of flames, set up several protective rituals for himself again. Then, while slowly retreating, he raised his palm. As intricate magic runes appeared, a huge beast claw made of invisible magic took shape in front of him. A little dark abyss magic was mixed in, making the ferocious beast claw show some shape in the firelight.

Just as Hugh had guessed, Borg was indeed a "rare talent" when it came to magical inscription.

With the resources provided by the Black Sun Society and his own talent, Borgia successfully inscribed several stream-level or higher destructive spells. With his amazing perseverance and tenacity, the number of spells he inscribed even exceeded the limits of ordinary mages.

After undergoing the Society's "surgical modification," he was also able to use that special dark abyss magic in these spells and produce corresponding mutations. Although he had never been able to openly display these abilities in the past, things were different now. Faced with the unclear intentions of Hugh and the imminent danger, Bohrwa fully revealed what he had mastered and learned.

Hugh quickly identified the spell that Bourwa had cast.

Although the "Shadow Claw" spell is rated as Stream-level, the unique nature of its school of magic means that its true power is always affected by the caster's own mana reserves.

With the support of Burva's immense magical power and the infusion of that dark abyss magic, the destructive power of this spell was in no way inferior to that of ordinary valley-level and lake-level spells. Therefore, Hugh quickly paused with the Black Sun Scepter in his hand, and immediately a large number of Karron's tentacles rolled forward, and the familiar tentacle barrier was formed once again.

A ferocious, enormous magical claw burst forth from behind the wall of flames. The intense light and shadow mingled with the dark magic, causing the claw to also be engulfed in raging flames. However, the current Karron's Touch was no longer the ordinary tentacles that could only help Hugh in close combat.

Nourished by abundant "food," the magic contained within them becomes more concentrated, and the black keratin covering their surface becomes even tougher.

The magical beast's claws collided with the tough tentacle barrier, and a large cloud of dense magical smoke immediately dissipated in all directions.

Under the impact of the magic, the outermost Karron's Touch immediately disintegrated into the form of magic power, but in the next instant, this magic power was reassembled under Hugh's mental manipulation.

Hugh stepped forward to meet the fierce impact, and several protective rituals were quickly applied to the writhing tentacles. As a result, the tentacle barrier that had been contracted immediately rolled forward, and a large number of sharp blades that mimicked insect segments twisted out, tearing the magical beast's claw into pieces on the spot.

The metal staff was swung, and a cold magical light extended from the end of the staff. A magical blade made of solid ice swept quickly across the raging wall of flames in front of it, and exploded into a series of sparkling ice flowers within the rolling flames.

It's obviously unrealistic to extinguish the wall of flames with a stream-level spell, but tearing open a gap is enough.

A thick, dark mist spilled from Hugh's eyes, and with the help of his magical vision, he successfully "locked onto" the figure hiding behind the wall of flames.

At the same time, a standard "Brain Spike" spell that Burva had been preparing for a long time arrived. Just like the other spells that Burva had mastered, this "Brain Spike" spell also contained a certain amount of dark abyssal magic. Based on his past experience, this spell could not only interrupt a mage's actions, but also cause continuous mental shocks, and even make a person faint for a short time.

However, something happened that left Bourwa extremely puzzled. He had clearly confirmed that Hugh did not have any protective rituals against mental attacks, and he was also certain that his "Brain Spike" had indeed hit the target, but strangely, Hugh did not show any discomfort.

He didn't even show the slightest pause, stagger, or sway.

That insidious magic was like a blow struck directly into a cold wind.

The pale young face still wore a cold smile, and thick black mist continued to emanate from his eyes.

Hugh stepped steadily across the gap in the wall of flames, the terrifying tentacles hovering beside him writhing. To Burva's horrified gaze, the horrifying limbs on Karl's tentacles transformed in the blink of an eye into countless sharp long and short swords. They quickly rose, their blades pointing forward, as if countless Iris Guards had simultaneously formed a battle formation in front of Burva!
Berva stared at Hugh, his intense incomprehension and indignation straining to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "You... deceived us!"

"Don't be so angry, Master Burva."

Hugh remained relaxed. He gently moved his neck, easily expelling the slight interference from the previous "brain spike technique" from his body. This thing was still a bit annoying. When it hit, Hugh felt as if a large swarm of mosquitoes had rushed into his head. Unfortunately, they only lasted for a short moment before being extinguished by the "tenants" in his mental world.

As he spoke, he slowly moved forward, while the tentacles of Kalron thrust forward, just like the arms of the real Iris Guards. As they twisted and waved, the long and short swords transformed from black keratin were continuously thrust out.

These sharp blades, along with the magic attached to them, constantly cut and destroyed the defenses that Bourwa had previously set up. At the same time, they also continuously compressed Bourwa's space of movement, making it difficult for him to cast spells. Even if a stream-level destructive spell was successfully created, it would be blocked or violently destroyed by the rest of the Karron's Touch.

What caused Bourwa even more pain and embarrassment were the words that came out of Hugh's mouth.

“I didn’t lie to you completely; at least part of what I said was true.”

Hugh's voice slowly drifted over: "First of all, I have indeed obtained a portion of the power of what you call the 'Son of the Abyss,' and I have indeed returned here from the outside world. Secondly, before returning here, I did meet with Mr. Herbert and many important members of the Black Sun Society, and we exchanged opinions very pleasantly. Look... do you see this cane in my hand? This is the symbol that I have been verified through the Black Sun Ritual and have gained their approval."

As he spoke these words, the power of the Karron's Touch was fully unleashed—with Hugh's tacit approval, these tentacles, which had completely "digested" the essence of the previous Dark Abyss power, accelerated their attack, completely sealing off all sides of Burva. This mage, who already possessed the level of a valley mage, was rendered helpless by this storm of attacks. After failing to counterattack, Burva was completely defeated, and now he could only protect himself by constantly constructing new magical barriers.

What Hugh said almost overloaded Bourwa's brain.

Hugh turned his head slightly, and then used magic to create another gap in the fire wall, opening a "passage" for the Dark Abyss offspring who were isolated from the outside world.

He then said, "However, at the end of that conversation, something... well, a little unpleasant happened between us. I won't go into the details, but you just need to know that many people at that gathering died, including the 'lecturer' we mentioned earlier."

As he spoke, Hughes grinned and said, "It's a pity I can't let you see what that power looks like with your own eyes. After all, if I did, you might not have anything left... That wouldn't be good."

A crisp sound rang out; it was the sound of Berva's last magical barrier being shattered.

Almost at the same instant, Bourwa was horrified to find that Hugh's figure had appeared directly in front of him. He completely disregarded the "distance control" required for mages in combat, and stood right in front of him like an assassin active in the dark.

As a mage, Borgia unleashed all his potential at this moment. An extremely complex magic rune was instantly constructed, and surging flames wrapped in dark abyssal magic erupted from his hand. But then, a terrifying claw, also shrouded in dense dark abyssal mist, pressed directly onto the flames.

What should I say to you?

Hugh's voice was still filled with mockery: "You actually intend to use the power of the Dark Abyss to fight against me?"

With that, Hugh's left hand, which had transformed into a terrifying black claw, suddenly closed, crushing the raging Dark Abyss Flame on the spot. At the same time, half of Bourwa's arm was also "crushed".

Before Börva could make a further move, two Kallon's Touches thrust forward with swords, piercing precisely through the Society mage's shoulders, lifting him high into the air, and then flinging him directly towards the writhing Dark Abyss Spawn not far away.

Just as a human statue had been thrown into a black lake, the Dark Abyss offspring, which was slowly approaching, never expected that "food" would fall from the sky. So it immediately rolled around in a daze, trying to drown this unexpected gift with its viscous body fluid.

"I'm sorry, Berva, I originally wanted you to die a quick death..."

Seeing Borg still struggling, Hugh walked over, leaning on his cane. His voice was like a sharp knife, relentlessly cutting into Borg's last shred of faith: "It's a pity you shouldn't treat those mages who still hold onto their beliefs and courage like this... In front of these warriors, you are not even trash."

However, Borgward's will to resist was so firm that he once again erected a protective magical barrier within the body of the Dark Abyss Spawn.

Seeing this, Hugh shook his head in dissatisfaction, and then a touch of Karron slowly rose up, aiming the sword at the fragile barrier.

In Bourwa's desperate gaze, a dark shadow suddenly pierced down.

The night in Seren was still quiet.

(End of this chapter)