Black Hearted Mage

When Caesars stepped into the familiar gate of the Cavill family, the setting sun was as red as blood, dyeing the entire sky orange and red, as if foreshadowing that an unusual encounter was about to take place.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the small courtyard was unusually lively, with people laughing and talking, bustling around in an orderly manner. In the center of the courtyard, Old Joey sat leisurely on a wooden chair, and next to him sat his remarkable sister, the great magician Joanna.

Despite the passage of nearly a century, Joanna still looks as graceful and charming as a woman in her thirties or forties. It was in her thirties that Joanna successfully ascended to the rank of Grand Mage, and she has retained her youthful appearance ever since. As a Grand Mage of the Fire Element, Joanna always wears a fiery robe, seemingly possessing a special fondness for this fiery color.

At this moment, Caesars walked quickly up to the two of them and said with a smile, "Ma'am, you're finally back! I'll give you the ingredients for the vitality potion!"

He quickly reached out and gently wiped the space ring, then took out a small animal hide pouch from it. However, Joanna looked at Caesars at this moment, her eyes wandering, obviously in a state of absent-mindedness, and did not notice what he handed over.

"Madam, please hold it!" Seeing this, Caesars had to raise his voice and remind her again.

Joanna finally came to her senses and looked up at Caesar. In an instant, her beautiful eyes widened in disbelief, and she screamed, "Caesar, you've actually... become a great magician!"

She took the animal skin bag with trembling hands, still staring at Caesar, the shock on her face was beyond words, as if she could not accept this fact.

"Yes ma'am, it wasn't long before I was promoted!"

After hearing Caesar's answer, old Joey, who was wearing a light-colored noble robe, became so excited that his face turned red. He stood up tremblingly, his body still shaking.

"Caesars, my nephew, you are the pride of the Cavill family!" Old Joey said with tears in his eyes and trembling lips.

"Joey, sit down and don't get too excited!"

Joanna winked at Cecilia, and the trembling old baron was helped back to his chair by two maids.

"Caesars, you fought with the people from the Magic Guild to practice your spells, right?" Joanna asked.

"On the one hand, it's to practice magic, and on the other hand, it's to warn those who are plotting against me. I now have the ability to kill the great magician, and I won't hold back from now on!"

"Kaisas, you want to establish your authority!"

"That's what I mean, ma'am!"

The rest of the Cavill family was deeply shocked. Not only had Caesar been promoted to Grand Mage, but he also had the ability to kill Grand Mage.

"Caesars, are you absolutely sure?"

"Ma'am, that's for sure. My spells are very powerful and have a long range, probably around forty meters."

"Forty meters! Kaisas, how did you do that?"

Joanna was extremely surprised, and Avril beside her exclaimed in surprise. A spell with an effective range of thirty meters was already the goal pursued by many magicians.

"Violent spellcasting!"

"This will damage the Demon Sea and Demon Veins!" Avril said.

"Then you must strengthen your physique from a young age and take various supplementary alchemical potions. Once your physique is strong enough, the damage to the Demon Sea and Demon Veins will be minimal!" Kaisas explained. He didn't mention the elven body-building method, but rather the even more powerful Abyssal Body-Building Technique.

"Just drink the physical enhancement potion?" Avril continued to ask.

"You need high-quality physical enhancement potions, and low-level potions must also be of high quality. At the same time, you also need to take vitality potions, agility potions, and strength potions for assistance!" Kaisas explained.

"That extra expenditure of gold coins is not a small amount!"

Hearing Avril's sigh, Caesars smiled in response. Being a magician is a profession that burns a lot of gold coins. The first amount of gold he accumulated came from Joanna, and the subsequent large sums of gold coins came from gifts from his ancestors. The rest was accumulated bit by bit by himself.

Although the Cavill family owned a small plot of land, a few shops for rent, and a pastry shop, they still needed to live the life of an aristocrat, employing servants and maids, as well as several horses and grooms. When Avril was a low-level magician, the family didn't face much pressure. But once she became a high-level magician, even the Baron's mansion might not be able to support her.

"Avril, you can find a way to earn gold coins!"

"Kaisas, how do you earn gold coins?"

Hearing Avril's question, Caesars smiled slightly and said, "I kill people for gold coins. The first time I met someone from the Golden Viper Mercenary Group, he was a magician who was poisoned to death by a small black magic snake. Magician's items are more expensive, and he brought me tens of thousands of gold coins. Just a while ago, I killed a few people in Gravel Castle. They were all from Saint Laurent. The things I put on the stall were all theirs!"

"Kaisas, you are so brave! Not only did you kill someone, you even beat up the deacon of the magic guild!"

"That guy asked for it. Everyone was catching vipers on the Northern Plateau, but he tried to steal my golden-eyed black demon snake. I can beat him up openly tomorrow and teach him a lesson!"

Caesars had already made up his mind that he would not kill anyone in tomorrow's magic competition, but he would also severely torture the opponent. He wanted to make those who coveted him afraid.

After enjoying a sumptuous dinner, Caesars leisurely sat in the cozy little living room, flipping through the magic notebook that carried the crystallization of his ancestors' wisdom. These yellowed pages seemed like a door to a mysterious world, and each page recorded amazing ancient spells.

However, for Caesar at this moment, some profound spells were like treasures hidden in the mist. Although they radiated an alluring light, due to his own limited strength, he could only sigh in despair. Fortunately, though, through unremitting effort and research, he had basically mastered the spells that could be learned at this stage.

Kaisas was absorbed in the detailed annotations of his ancestors on various spells, as well as the exquisite exposition on how to skillfully use dark magic. As he was immersed in this ocean of knowledge, he suddenly remembered a precious item - the photo stone that had been carefully kept away.

He pulled out a stone emitting faint magical fluctuations and slowly channeled his own magic power into it. As the magic power was infused, the image stone gradually began to emit a soft glow, followed by a dazzling curtain of light that slowly rose. Above this curtain of light, a thrilling scene of magical battle gradually emerged.

Just then, a sound of light footsteps approached from afar. It was Joanna and Avril, entering the small living room together. Their eyes stumbled upon the playing video, instantly drawing their full attention. They both quickened their pace, heading towards the corner with the soft sofa. They quickly sat down, their expressions focused and curious, as they gazed at the dazzling image on the screen.

A magnificent scene unfolded within the screen of light: a powerful magician with snow-white hair stood in the center of a vast, magnificent palace. Yet, at this moment, the magician was surrounded by over a hundred enemies, forming an impenetrable circle. No words were exchanged between the two sides, but it was clear that the outnumbered party was intimidated. But a mere moment later, a tense and thrilling battle erupted without warning!

Instantly, centered around the white-haired magician, a bone-chilling icy force erupted like a volcanic eruption, sweeping wildly in all directions. Its speed was unimaginable; in the blink of an eye, the previously empty center of the hall was covered in an incredibly thick layer of ice.

The white-haired magician flashed, instantly performing a miraculous flash spell and escaping the encirclement like a ghost. Simultaneously, more icy frost surged out, like an endless wave of cold sweeping through the hall. The others within were caught off guard, feeling a chill sweeping upwards. In an instant, their bodies below the knees were frozen solid in a thick layer of blue ice, completely unable to move.

The white-haired magician didn't stop there. He began to guide his hands and whisper a mysterious and powerful spell. As he chanted, countless ice blades, gleaming with cold light, quietly emerged from the air like ghosts. These ice blades spun slowly at first, but in a fraction of a breath, their speed increased dramatically, reaching a dazzling speed that was almost indistinguishable to the naked eye!

In an instant, these high-speed spinning ice blades rained down on the crowd below like a dense raindrop. The speed was simply beyond imagination! As the ice blades sliced ​​through the enemy's body, a strange scene occurred—not a drop of blood flowed. Because in that instant, the extremely cold frost quickly spread through the wound and spread throughout the body. In the blink of an eye, the bodies of those unfortunate enough to be struck were continuously gushing out a large amount of frost, enveloping them completely, turning them into lifeless ice sculptures.

At this terrifying moment, an elderly man in a magnificent gold and red robe suddenly appeared at the end of the hall. Atop his head, he wore a dazzling golden crown inlaid with gemstones. In his hand, he clutched a golden scepter that shone brightly. He sat steadily on an immensely spacious chair, also crafted from pure gold. Beside him stood over thirty fully armed paladins, each draped in heavy armor, each awe-inspiring. Furthermore, six or seven high priests in vibrant red robes stood on either side, their expressions solemn and dignified.

"It's the Pope!"

Avril, who was sitting on the sofa, suddenly exclaimed.

Caesars quickly stopped the playback of the video, then he took out a photo stone and copied the video starting from this scene.

"Avril, don't interrupt. Dark magic is about to appear, and I need to observe it carefully. If you have anything to say, wait until the photo session is over!"

Kaisas said a few words without turning his head, put away the copied photo stone, and continued to input magic power into the photo stone. The picture appeared on the light screen again.

"Damn blasphemer, what do you want?"

Some old popes roared loudly, and the louder their voices, the more they revealed their inner fear.

"I once swore an oath to overthrow the Holy Mountain and bring about the extinction of the Church. You are greedy and yet you claim to be the spokespersons of light. Today, I will bring darkness to your end, Peros - the last Pope of the Holy Mountain Church."

"Kill him!" Peros shouted.

"Idiot's dream!"

At that moment, accompanied by the Pope's roar of fear and anger, the mysterious magician with snow-white hair, who had been facing the light curtain, finally made a move. In an instant, endless dark elements surged from his body like a surging tide, quickly enveloping his entire body. Astonishingly, faced with such a terrifying scene, the magician neither activated his magic shield nor employed any form of protective measures.

In an instant, a dense mass of pitch-black spears suddenly appeared from the light curtain before them, overwhelming them like a swarm of locusts. Each spear trailed a long, black, smoke-like streak, like the hideous tentacles of a demon, baring their fangs and claws as they frantically pounced upon the people in the hall.

At the same time, dazzling golden rays suddenly shone, radiant and dazzling. This was the Guardian Knights' most powerful defensive ability—the Sacred Barrier! However, these once indestructible golden rays, like fragile eggshells, lasted only a brief moment before abruptly fading. The spears of darkness seemed to possess an indestructible force, instantly piercing through all obstacles before them like a broken bamboo.

Immediately, a series of shrill screams rang out, echoing endlessly throughout the magnificent hall. Neither the powerful priests nor the guardian knights, renowned for their sturdy defenses, could withstand the terrifying spears of darkness. Their bodies were mercilessly pierced by five, six, or even more spears of darkness, splattering blood in a horrific spectacle. For a moment, the entire hall seemed transformed into a living hell, a bloody stench permeating the air, leaving the very bones of the body shuddering.

The Pope looked incredibly miserable, with hundreds of holes in his limbs. Dark elements were wreaking havoc within his body, and the blood flowing from his wounds was dark red and saturated with a rich dark element.

"Just a bunch of trash!"