Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 452 Moth Mother
"Ah-"

A figure covered in black moths burst out of the water with a shrill scream. Just a few meters above the surface, its body shattered like a block of wax.

A ghostly figure of a middle-aged man with a strong scholarly air sprang out from the corpse, looking terrified. He had no time to escape and was immediately attacked again by the moths that had devoured his flesh.

Accompanied by rapid, chilling chewing sounds, the man let out a short, agonizing scream before his entire body vanished.
Similar scenes are constantly playing out in every corner of the Spirit Lake Secret Realm.

The spatial passages inside the Spirit Lake were forcibly torn open, and grotesque monsters and black-robed figures exuding a strong aura of evil entered and exited the various passages.

Battles and fights were taking place almost everywhere, but compared to the monsters and black-robed men's ubiquitous presence and well-trained skills, the wizards of the three major factions on the Spirit Lake side were far inferior.

They suffered repeated defeats in the battle, with comrades dying tragically one after another; it was a brutal and bloody infiltration and massacre.

Amid the chaos, a tall and slender woman slowly emerged from the torn rift in space.

She reached out and gently caught a moth that had landed lightly on her finger.

This ugly moth, covered in black down, without eyes, and with its head full of wriggling antennae, seemed to the woman as the most perfect and beautiful creature in the world.

The woman carefully examined the moth in her hand, and finally gently placed it on her lips, making it look as if a strange and terrifying black flower was blooming from her mouth.

With a slight flick of her long, forked tongue, the woman swallowed the moth whole.

The woman savored the taste in her mouth with a slightly intoxicated expression, as if she were tasting a delicious delicacy.

She strolled down, oblivious to the fighting around her. The turbulent surface of the spirit lake parted automatically where her gaze fell, and countless black moths swarmed to form eerie steps leading downwards beneath her feet.

Suddenly, waves hundreds of meters high rose from the lake on both sides and behind it.

The waves parted rapidly, transforming into countless enormous, semi-transparent blue hands that roared and swiftly reached out to grab the woman in the center.

The woman's lapis lazuli-gray eyes flickered. Facing this fierce attack, her expression remained unchanged; instead, she revealed a strange smile.

"Swish—"

The black moths that formed the steps beneath her feet all took flight, circling the woman and forming a huge sphere.

Countless transparent hands slammed down on the black sphere formed by moths, causing it to cave in deeply, but then quickly sprang back up with renewed force.
"boom--"

Tens of thousands of black moths suddenly flew out in all directions, completely shattering the water-based magical hand in the void, and the woman's figure reappeared.

At this moment, a giant with seven silver moons encircling his face silently appeared behind the woman. His arms quickly came together, crushing countless flying black moths. Layers of thin silver moonlight shot out from his hands, as if he wanted to cut the woman into countless pieces.
"Damn it!"

In the bright and spacious room, in front of the messy spell sandbox, the boy clenched the dull communication crystal in his hand with a grim face. He was so gripping it that his knuckles turned slightly white.

"Why can't I get in touch with them? Why?"

"Outside, how's it going outside now?"

The boy sat on the large metal throne, muttering to himself in a daze, his face slightly pale with fear and tension.

That signature blue-gold gradient short hair also seemed to have become dull and dejected.

"No, I can't just sit here and wait to die. I have to get out, I have to escape!"

The boy sat there blankly for a while before finally coming to his senses. He quickly got up and wandered around the space.

A moment later, the boy returned to his original position, now wearing a dark blue magical armor that completely covered his body.

He exuded intense runic energy, his expression serious, as he stood before the spell sandbox that had once brought him so much joy, considering whether he should take the game board with him.

Just then, spatial fluctuations emanated from the gate of the secret realm, and a figure appeared.

"Who?!"

The boy looked at the approaching person with a wary expression, his mental energy already resonating with the energy.

"Misha...Misha"

The person who approached was a handsome young man who was running towards him in a panic.

"Damn it, Zorn, I thought you were dead!"

Upon seeing who it was, the boy's expression immediately relaxed. He quickly went to meet the person and grabbed their arm. "Outside, how is it outside?"

And also, do you know me?

"Dead, all dead."

Zorn, looking panicked, muttered incoherently, "Almost everyone's dead. The wizards of the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society, and those horrible insects, they're about to storm in."

"what?!"

The boy was struck as if by a heavy blow, and staggered back a step.

"Linghu Lake...is finished."

"Then what should we do, Zorn?"

The boy stood there blankly, as if he had suddenly lost all his goals, and the painful memories of his childhood found an outlet and surged up.

The boy clutched his head in agony, his fingers digging deep into his hair.

"What do we do? Zorn! Tell me, what do we do?!"

The boy growled helplessly, but the young man in front of him suddenly became calm for some reason.

"Actually, it's not like there's no way out at all."

"what?!"

The boy suddenly looked up, staring intently at the young man, his companion, in front of him.

"What other way is there? What other way can we escape?"

"Escape? No, no, no."

Zorn's eyes suddenly turned grayish-white, and his mouth stretched to his ears. A black moth with countless tentacles on its head slowly crawled out of his mouth, like an evil flower quietly blooming.

"Why are you running away, Misha?"

Why don't we join together in embracing the new life brought by the Moth Mother?

After saying that, Zorn smiled mysteriously and pounced on the boy like a wild beast.

The boy was terrified and frantically backed away.

"Silver coins, silver coins, come here quickly!"

Heliodo gently called his pet's name.

He lay weakly on the ground, before him a crystal passageway shattered by magic. On the ground lay several charred corpses, with green flames burning silently on them.

The corpse was surrounded by broken potion bottles and shards, and the air was filled with the murky smell of potions.

Silver Coin deftly and carefully avoided the remnants of magic on the ground, quickly darting into Heliodor's embrace and lying down obediently.

Heliodo gently stroked the silver coin's soft fur, which seemed to alleviate the pain deep within his soul, but his face remained pale.

Was I wrong?

Heliodo muttered to himself as he looked at the silver coin, his eyes filled with complex emotions, "A few mere level four bastards almost killed me."

I really should take some time to practice my spells, or stock up on a few more combat-related spell potions.”

"Ah," Heliodo sighed deeply, his aged face showing some bluish-black veins in a sickly manner.

The ancient sorcery's eerie magic was gradually eroding his body and soul. Under normal circumstances, Heliodor might have been able to develop a corresponding antidote, but right now, he probably didn't have that chance.

"If that kid were still alive."

Heliodo suddenly paused, his lips pressed tightly together, as if he could no longer speak.

"boom!"

The crystal passageway in front of them suddenly exploded, and a surge of water vapor, carrying a strong smell of blood, rushed in.

Heliodor rose from the ground in an instant, his remaining spiritual energy bursting forth, while the white hair at his temples and his robes were still blown high by the oncoming wind.

One after another, translucent, luminous liquid humanoid figures walked in from the other end of the passageway. Each elemental humanoid seemed to carry an inescapable, intense killing intent and baleful aura, just like an unstoppable and valiant army.

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Sensing the powerful aura emanating from these water elemental beings, a bitter smile involuntarily crept onto Heliodo's lips.

He slowly placed the silver coins in his arms on the ground and urged the other party to leave as soon as possible.

Instead of retreating, the latter advanced, charging straight towards the group of murderous water elemental beings in front of it.

Heliodo was so anxious that he couldn't help but stomp his feet. The next second, he saw Silver Coin nimbly leap into someone's arms and affectionately rub against that person's smooth, white neck.

Heliodo finally saw who it was and slowly widened his eyes.

"why you?"

With blonde hair, blue eyes, and rose-colored lips, wearing black lace-trimmed gloves and a matching lace-trimmed hat, Hathaway held a fluffy white silver coin, looking like an elegant, composed, dignified, and noble lady.

Dozens of menacing level-five water elemental beings, like the most loyal guards, firmly protected her within.

In a daze, Heliodo seemed to return to the time when he first met the beautiful and vibrant Mrs. Mel.

"What do you want to say?"

Hathaway looked at Heliodo in front of her and said calmly, "You should wait until Master returns and tell him yourself."

"Master?!"

Heliodo blinked, and after a moment seemed to understand something, slowly opening his mouth in surprise.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a section of the Linghu Lake exploded open, and several glowing, flowing blue hands forcefully gripped the rippling water, emerging little by little from beneath.

A dozen or so level-five water elemental beings emerged one after another, forming a strange formation among themselves.

At the heart of the formation was Hathaway, holding a jeweled staff and with an icy expression, followed by Helio, who clutched a silver coin tightly in both hands and looked slightly nervous.

"You should be glad your grandmother left two months ago, otherwise I wouldn't have had the time to look after you, you old geezer."

Hathaway spoke calmly, her spells flowing continuously. As she waved her staff, translucent magical blades shimmering with water-like light appeared around her.

These light blades moved back and forth between a dozen or so level-five water elemental beings. With each cycle, their number and power doubled, quickly forming a massive scale that rapidly shredded the black moth monsters that kept attacking from all sides like a meat grinder.

"You are far more outstanding than Mel was back then."

Heliodo spoke with a complicated expression.

As they were talking, a burst of bright light suddenly exploded beside them, and a figure staggered out of the light.

With disheveled hair and a panicked expression, Mi Xia clutched her bleeding chest tightly and immediately looked around.

The chaotic scene of fighting made him pale, and when he saw Hathaway and Helios next to him, he instinctively moved away in alarm.

"Oh it's you."

Hathaway glanced at Misha and gave a soft hum.

Misha was stung by Hathaway's contemptuous gaze and was about to fly into a rage, but then she realized something and, strangely enough, slowly moved closer to her.

"Zorn has gone mad. He's joined the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society, and he wants to kill me."

Misha spoke.

Hathaway ignored him, busying herself with clearing away the monsters around her, searching for a possible way out.

At this moment, a high-pitched shriek came from the sky above the three of them. When they looked up, they saw a blue water giant, hundreds of meters tall, raising its arms and its whole body rippling, as if it were drawing the water of the entire spirit lake to it.

The terrifying power of the late-stage level six made the entire battlefield seem to fall into a blurry and distorted water curtain.

Vast swarms of black moths in the sky were crushed, and some evil wizards dressed in black robes were unable to dodge in time. They were crushed by the power and their bodies exploded.

"It's the Grand Elder of the Deep Sea!"

Misha was both surprised and delighted, and blurted out the answer instinctively.

The Spirit Lake has a profound foundation; these level-five wizards can only be considered mid-level. The real high-level combat power still depends on the elders of the three major factions.

The leaders of the three major factions, the Grand Elders, are among the best, each a Grand Wizard at the late stage of level six.

Hope shone in the eyes of all three, but it quickly faded with a woman's shrill, maniacal laughter.

"The flames of the Spirit Lake have long been extinguished, leaving only the two of you. I wonder what you are still supporting?"
It would be better to return to the embrace of the great Mother Moth.
"The Moth Mother's chamber, the Moth Mother's box, the Moth Mother will grant you new life!"

The enormous blue water giant shattered into pieces amidst shrill laughter, revealing the figure of a woman.

The woman's features were completely obscured, as her face and body were covered with countless tiny black moths, revealing only a pair of eerie blue-gold eyes with grayish-white undertones.

The woman suddenly raised her hand, and an unusually long black tentacle appeared out of nowhere in the void in front of her, whipping out rapidly like a whip.

A void was ripped and twisted like a piece of paper by the tentacles, and a figure in a gray robe was thrown backwards from the void in a disheveled state.

The black tentacles lashed at him several times, causing the gray-robed man to tremble all over, and a large amount of strange, blackish-gray viscous fluid flowed from under his robes.

Another gray-robed man quickly stepped forward, one hand steadily supporting the trembling person's back.

Holding a gray staff, he chanted incantations rapidly. At that moment, two wizards dressed in dark blue robes rushed towards the woman from the left and right, as if trying to cover the gray-robed man's spellcasting.

But the woman, whose body was covered in moths, merely glanced at them casually, and several more black tentacles appeared out of thin air, flashing and disappearing in the void.

Before the two deep-sea wizards could even cast a spell, their bodies were simultaneously blasted apart.

One person's soul was immediately entangled by a swarm of black moths that had been waiting nearby, and was devoured in an instant, while the other person's soul fled in terror and panic.

Misha and the other two witnessed the entire event from below, and were so shocked that they could hardly express their emotions.

Even the leader of one faction couldn't withstand the woman's magical attack; ordinary level six wizards were easily crushed like insects.

The woman before them, whose entire body was covered in eerie moths, was far more powerful than they could comprehend.

"Who is she?"

Misha couldn't help but murmur.

Neither Hathaway nor Heliodo spoke. Beside them, a level-five wizard with a blood-stained face and wearing a fiery red robe said through gritted teeth in a low voice, "She is Cersei, the daughter of the White Witch King, who has completely devoted herself to the dark side of the Ancient Witches' Resurrection Society."

Six months ago, our Fire School leader... died at her hands!

(End of this chapter)