Black Hearted Mage

Half a month passed in a flash. During this time, Caesars read all the arcane books eagerly. His knowledge reserves became increasingly rich and his understanding of the arcane became more profound.

At the same time, Old Ethan also began to open up a second magic sea for Kaisas. This was not really creating a new magic sea, but rather carving out a specific area within his original magic sea.

Since the arcane that Caesars was about to master did not fall into the traditional elemental energy category, it did not need to follow the theory of elemental entanglement. This meant that as long as he could master a single arcane, he would be promoted to a mage.

However, just as Caesars was engrossed in his arcane studies, the plump pup was sent back to Violet City. This fat creature was roaming around the crater, causing considerable trouble for the elves. Not only did it steal their food, it even nearly devoured the rare herbs they had carefully cultivated.

Deep underground in the magic tower, at the edge of the arcane energy pool, Old Ethan was busy preparing the various precious magical materials needed to draw the arcane array. Kaisus also sat by the energy pool, accepting the arcane energy washing over his body.

"Kid, lie down in the middle of the magic circle, drink the arcane potion, and then drink the extremely effective paralysis potion. Don't ask too much, I don't have the patience to explain it to you!"

Old Ethan seemed a little anxious. He spoke to Caesar in an imperative tone and deprived Caesar of his right to know.

"Old Ethan, you're not going to dissect me, are you?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Caesars raised his head and drank both bottles of potion in one gulp. Then, as if losing his support, he collapsed straight into the center of the magic circle.

At this moment, the arcane energy that was originally flowing calmly in the magic circle seemed to have received some kind of call and began to slowly gather together, like a trickle of water, gradually flowing towards the center of the magic circle.

"Boy, listen to me!" Old Ethan's voice suddenly rang in Caesar's ears, his tone serious. "Now shut your mouth and your eyes. Don't move, and don't disturb me while I'm thinking. Creating a second Demon Sea is no simple matter. If you're not careful, the consequences will be disastrous! If I take a wrong step, your life will be completely ruined!"

Caesar's heart tightened. He was about to say something, but at that moment, he suddenly felt a strong numbness. He realized that the two bottles of potion had begun to take effect. His body became extremely heavy, and he could not move at all. Even his tongue seemed to be under a spell, stiff and unable to utter a single sound.

"Hey, kid, actually, creating a second demon sea isn't that difficult!" Old Ethan's laughter echoed in Caesar's ears, sounding a little playful. "I just don't want you to ask questions like this, it's too annoying! Once you truly master the essence of the arcane, all problems will be solved!"

As Old Ethan spoke, he effortlessly activated the arcane circle. He waved his hands rapidly in the air, and a ball of purple light gradually condensed and formed in his palms. As he moved, the light grew brighter and brighter, eventually forming a bead the size of a pea, emitting a dazzling purple light.

Old Ethan carefully held the bead in his palm and gently placed it on the location of Kaisus's Demonic Sea. The arcane seed penetrated Kaisus's Demonic Sea, instantly inducing a piercing pain. The paralysis potion only paralyzed the body; the Demonic Sea was a very special place, and paralysis potions were ineffective there.

Kaisas really wanted to roll his eyes at Old Ethan, but unfortunately, he had completely lost control of his own eyes. In his sea of ​​magic, the arcane seed was like a greedy beast, constantly squeezing the surrounding dark magic and expanding its territory at an astonishing speed.

This arcane seed had already occupied a full half of the sea of ​​magic! The space originally occupied by the dark magic was being squeezed smaller and smaller, and the dark magic that had been squeezed into the corner seemed to be enraged, frantically agitated, and launched a thrilling tug-of-war with the arcane seed.

Caesar's sea of ​​magic seemed to have transformed into a storm-swept ocean, its raging waves constantly battering his soul, bringing wave after wave of excruciating pain. The intense swelling pain made him feel as if his sea of ​​magic could be torn apart at any moment, and he would completely collapse in this excruciating pain.

"Kaisas, the whole process will indeed be painful and quite long, but believe me, it will all be worth it."

Old Ethan's voice sounded in Caesar's ears, his tone was relaxed and confident, as if all this was just an insignificant game.

"This is merely painful, there's no real danger. When this is over, your Demon Sea will double in size!"

Old Ethan looked at Caesar with a smile on his face, his eyes gleaming with excitement. However, he noticed that Caesar's face was distorted by severe pain, and his eyes were almost popping out of their sockets.

After saying these words, Old Ethan turned and left the room, leaving Caesar alone to struggle in endless pain. The old elf didn't want to see Caesar suffer like this, but this was his only shortcut.

The bloating and pain followed him everywhere, tormenting Caesars all the time. He couldn't move, couldn't even groan, and could only endure it all silently.

Old Ethan painted such a beautiful picture of the future, but he didn't mention a word about the hardships along the way, which made Kaisas feel helpless. He really had no words to express his suffering. The arcane energy pool continuously provided energy to the magic circle, and began to infuse it into Kaisas's magic sea, watering the already sprouting arcane seeds.

Only a few minutes passed in the excruciating pain that seemed to tear his body apart, but for Caesar, it felt like a long torture. However, in this abyss of pain, he could clearly feel that he was gradually transforming into an arcane apprentice.

Ten minutes passed in a flash, and Kaisas's strength was further enhanced, and he successfully advanced to a low-level arcane mage. However, this did not alleviate his pain in the slightest. Instead, as the arcane energy continued to pour in, his magic sea expanded rapidly, and was about to reach its limit.

Finally, after a few more minutes, Kaesas's sea of ​​magic could no longer accommodate any more arcane energy. The surging power was like a flood that broke through a dam, instantly drowning him. At the same time, the infusion of arcane energy also came to an abrupt end.

Everyone has a limit to their endurance, and Caesars possessed an exceptionally strong constitution and a formidable will. Despite this, he persevered through this extreme pain for over three hours before finally succumbing to the strain and falling into a coma.

In the small reception room of the magic tower, three elderly elves were staring intently at the huge light screen, closely monitoring Caesar's condition. When they saw Caesar finally pass out, Crassus couldn't help but complain somewhat dissatisfiedly, "This kid's endurance is too weak. He only lasted so long!"

"Crassus, Caesar's bloodline hasn't fully awakened yet. His current physique is only slightly stronger than that of a human, but it's far inferior to that of a shadow warrior!"

High Priest Destro believed that Caesars was still human, his physique only enhanced twice, and his magical talent wasn't particularly outstanding. Therefore, it was reasonable for him to last over three hours before falling into a coma.

"Why are you two discussing this? Kaisas is only the Grand Mage now, and Shadow Dancer is three or four levels higher than him. The two cannot be compared. After he is promoted to Mage, his bloodline will awaken a second time!"

Old Ethan glared at the two old elves fiercely, thinking to himself: Kaisas is a descendant of the arcane elves and is in cahoots with him. And those two old guys, one is an elemental elf and the other is a nature elf. They look down on Kaisas, which is equivalent to looking down on the arcane elves.

While Caesars languished in agony, a devastating event unfolded far away in the church of the Saint Laurent Empire. The supply of Life Essence had been cut off for several days, a devastating disaster for those who relied on it to sustain their lives.

In the Saint Laurent Church, including members of the Saint Laurent Empire's royal family, a total of more than a dozen people relied on life essence to maintain their lives. The most crucial figure among them was the elderly Pope.

The so-called life essence is actually the essence of blood, which is extracted by Sandro from the blood of living people. Although this life essence can prolong people's life, it will kill many innocent lives.

Sandro, the necromancer who had been hiding in the Church of Saint Laurent, encountered an unexpected turn of events. He was defeated by an incredibly powerful elf and had half of his soul energy drained away. This directly led to a significant decline in his strength, making even the most basic spellcasting extremely difficult, let alone extracting life essence.

"Percy, how long will it take for Sandro to recover? Why did the elves suddenly appear? There are thousands of people outside Bitterwater Farm!"

Behind the main hall of the Church of Saint Laurent, in an elegant and luxurious small reception room, the elderly Pope, dressed in golden robes, questioned an equally elderly priest. This priest was the Pope's confidant and had previously been his attendant.

"Your Majesty, it will take Sandro at least ten years to recover. Half of his soul was taken away. He has replenished some of his soul energy and is now in a deep sleep!"

The old priest sat next to the Pope and answered in a low voice.

"Percy, how did that elf get to Bitterwater Farm?"

The Pope picked up the teacup beside him, took a sip, and continued to ask the old priest.

"Teleportation, I heard this from the three necromancers. The elf is very powerful. He said himself that he is a holy mage, and his strength is at least seven levels higher than Sandro!" The old priest replied.

"Elves have a long lifespan. They can easily live for thousands of years!" said the Pope with some emotion.

"Your Majesty, the Elven Grand Mage can live for tens of thousands of years!"

"If we could draw the blood of the elves, we could live a few hundred more years."

"Your Majesty, be careful what you say. A single elven Grand Mage could easily raze the entire Church of Saint Laurent to the ground. To provoke the elves now would be digging your own grave!"

Hearing the old priest's reminder, the old pope, who was in the middle of his fantasy, suddenly shuddered, as if a basin of ice water had been poured over him from head to toe. His thoughts were suddenly pulled back to reality, and he remembered some things that had been buried deep in his memory.

In the church's hidden hall, there are some very obscure historical books that record some unknown history, including records about elves.

Twenty thousand years ago, during the First Roland Empire, the nobility and royal family coveted the elves' long lives. In pursuit of immortality, they went so far as to capture elderly and weak elves from the Endless Forest and subject them to extremely cruel and forbidden research.

These studies included the extraction of blood essence, a mysterious substance believed to grant longevity to humans, but this incurred the wrath of the elves.

When the Elven Council learned of this, they did not hesitate to send out a large number of hunting teams to launch a bloody revenge on the human magicians. In this brutal massacre, the human magicians were almost wiped out.

The once-glorious Roland First Empire, a powerful empire that had ruled the Roland Continent for thousands of years, was overthrown in just a few years. This once-mighty empire seemed so fragile before the wrath of the elves.

The Pope was of course aware of the fall of the Holy Mountain Church. He had personally witnessed the torture and murder of the last Pope. The horrific scene still left him with lingering fears.

Throughout that photo, a single, snow-white-haired elven magician loomed. Like a ghost, he darted through the ruins of the Vatican, slaying those once-powerful high-ranking officials one by one. Finally, he unleashed a massive spell, collapsing the majestic Holy Mountain.

"Percy, what about the other two necromancers, can they extract the essence of life now?"

The Pope's voice betrayed a hint of anxiety and uneasiness. The wrinkles on his aged face seemed to deepen with worry. Although he still had some blood essence in his possession, it was far from enough to sustain him beyond the next ten years.

Percy, the equally elderly priest, shook his head and sighed after hearing the Pope's question. "They don't have the ability yet, Your Majesty. It will take at least another two years to successfully extract the life essence."

His tone was filled with helplessness and anxiety. After all, he himself also needed the essence of blood to prolong his life, and his situation was perhaps even more urgent than the Pope's.

"Alas..." The Pope sighed deeply, "If only Depero were here, his rejuvenation technique might be a good choice."

Depero, the name clearly held a special place in the hearts of both men. His rejuvenation technique might offer them a glimmer of hope. However, the reality was harsh: Depero was not here, having vanished years ago.