The beautiful mage was kidnapped by the contracted beast again

Surprise? Shock?

No, after the initial disbelief passed, Wen Xun became completely expressionless.

He stood on the field, with roaring flames and thunder cutting off half of the world in front and behind him. In addition, the voices of countless spectators came from all directions, like a cage, no, it was a cage, and they were the beasts being watched fighting.

A bloody taste rose from the back of his throat; his body was protesting. Ah, carrying magical power beyond his physical capacity, this was the natural consequence.

But even more terrifying than the signals of physical collapse is another feeling: the feeling of impending failure.

He is going to lose.

He would lose to this boy who was much younger than him. Both he and the phantom beast would lose to him.

The moment this premonition came to his mind, Wen Xun seemed to hear the sound of something breaking.

His pupils suddenly shrank and he looked around almost in panic.

Nothing had changed: the audience excitedly chatting with each other because of the appearance of the phantom beasts from both sides, the deans sitting and watching on the high platform in the distance, the silver-white suspended boxes higher up, and the opponent across from him who was completely covered by the phantom beast and could not be seen at all.

But everything seemed to have changed.

The red fantasy beast opposite him suddenly became as tall as a mountain in his eyes, and the flames burning on its body turned into dancing fire snakes, and the sparks splashed out and turned into puffs of bright red blood.

Blood, whose blood is it?

He looked down at the bottom of his feet, and the circular black shadow changed color at that moment. He gasped, and the bloody smell rising from the depths of his throat became even stronger.

With a crackling sound, the roaring flames in front of me were suddenly sucked into the hole as if by a huge suction force. Bye, they had curled up in the brick and stone fireplace, hugging many dark brown broken woods, becoming soft and gentle.

Wen Xun was standing in a trance on a thick animal skin carpet, and heard a woman's gentle voice, like an echo stored in the old times, sounding slowly in the warm firelight.

"More than 90% of their lives are worthless from the moment they are born. Whether they live or die, it will not have a momentary impact on the operation of the continent."

A younger, more childish voice, yet also tinged with a strong sense of aggression, emerged. He asked coldly, "Are you saying these people shouldn't exist?"

"Whether I think so or not is irrelevant, but many people do. There are too many humans on the continent, and the vast majority are mediocre and have no hope of advancement. In the eyes of those in higher positions, their very existence is a colossal waste of resources. That's why wars continue to exist in this world."

She was laughing softly, with a hint of contempt, but it was unclear which side she was addressing.

The scene changed, and the flames in the fireplace died down. The woman said to him, "I'm about to die, and then you'll be sent to another place. Perhaps you'll meet a new mother who loves you. Congratulations, you'll soon be free from being an orphan."

He was silent for a long time this time, and then asked, "Can I know why you always hate me so much?"

"Why? Because you're human."

"Humans are always greedy, boring, and weak. You are, and so is your father. He doesn't dare to come to see me himself, nor does he dare to let you come to see me. Even if he came, he wouldn't dare let you get close to me."

Her laughter suddenly became sharp and crazy, and the crackling sound of flames was replaced by the crisper and colder sound of chains colliding.

His heart skipped a beat and he quickly looked up, eager to see the woman's face, but he only saw countless black chains dragging a pale body into a large hole that suddenly opened in the ground.

The woman disappeared, but her last gentle yet chilling words lingered in the air: "You and your father, neither of you will get what you want, ever, ever."

Wen Xun suddenly came to his senses and heard Ali screaming anxiously behind him: "Wen Xun, get out of the way!"

He didn't react, but subconsciously turned sideways. The sharp and terrifying high-temperature flame brushed past his neck, and all the hair on that side was instantly burnt.

Before I could rejoice, Ali behind me let out a miserable scream. Half of her shoulder was completely shattered.

Blue blood splashed out and covered Wen Xun. Ali's big eyes flashed with panic and he shouted in panic: "Wen Xun, Wen Xun, I can't recover!"

"What's going on?" Wen Xun frowned immediately. A shattered shoulder wound wasn't fatal at all, and for a mythical beast like Ali, it should be easily repaired and healed.

He quickly guessed the reason, "Is it the special effect of the mythical beast's flame?"

Wen Xun looked towards where Jiang Liujing was. The black-haired child had run out from his hiding place at some point and climbed onto the back of the phantom beast. As if the flames on the phantom beast were too hot, he put a thick layer of ice under his butt.

The majestic fire beast really let him crawl like this without any resistance, and even used its long tail to reach out and support him.

One can tell at a glance that the relationship between these two mages and their contracted beasts, who have completely opposite attributes, is extremely good.

Wen Xun's eyes suddenly trembled, as if he had thought of something. His eyes, which had been hesitant and retreating, became firm again.

He whispered, "Ali, are you willing to accompany me and try again one last time?"

"Wen Xun?"

"If we can't win, we'll surrender." He took a deep breath of the hot air and looked straight ahead.

Ali's injury cannot be recovered, he can't delay any longer, it's either win or lose, he doesn't want to lose. He has dreamed of reaching the highest position since he was a child, but he doesn't know if it's because of that woman's curse, he has been getting further and further away.

Wen Xun wanted to prove her wrong.

A terrifying thunderbolt gathered once more in his palm. Since Wen Xun had said this was the final attack, Ali unreservedly transferred all his strength to him. A violet light expanded violently, completely occupying half the field.

With Wen Xun's efforts regardless of the damage to his body, the gradually taking shape of lightning finally gradually transitioned to the level of sixth-order magic.

On the other side, the fire phantom beast suddenly raised its head and let out a deafening roar towards the sky, and suddenly a huge red ball of light condensed between its horns.

With both hands pressed against the hot and hard scales, Jiang Liujing and Chi's minds were completely connected at this moment. It was a completely different feeling from daily life. He could see everything in the outside world and hear Chi's voice, just like a fish swimming in water. He felt Chi surrounding him and was everywhere.

"Miaomiao." Chi only called out these two words.

Jiang Liujing already understood what he meant.

He hummed softly with a delighted smile. The outcome of the battle was no longer important to him at this moment. Only the feeling of fighting together with Chi made him addicted.

The blue magic power all over his body suddenly changed color, and rich wind magic power came out of his body and wrapped around the red ball of light.