Black Hearted Mage

The raging magic power surged like a surging torrent, madly pouring into Caesar's seemingly strong but actually fragile body. These raging magic powers were like a group of ferocious beasts, ruthlessly biting and destroying every cell, every nerve, and every blood vessel in his body, leaving a mess wherever it went.

However, just as this destructive force was wreaking havoc, a formidable medicinal force descended like a savior, swiftly engaging the magical power in a fierce clash. They tangled and wrestled, relentlessly repairing the body's tissues, ravaged by the magical force. Thus, as soon as the magical force inflicted some damage, the medicinal force would immediately and tirelessly repair it. And before the medicinal force could even catch its breath, a new wave of magical attacks surged in... This cycle continued, the two sides locked in a stalemate, miraculously maintaining a delicate balance.

Time passed quietly, and after this thrilling tug-of-war lasted for more than two months, the relatively stable situation was completely broken without any warning!

The once equally powerful magic suddenly seemed to lose control, its destructive power waning, nearly stagnating. Simultaneously, the energy within the magic pool dwindled at an alarming rate, as if being siphoned away by an invisible hand. This gradually escaping magic began to refine every inch of Caesar's body, every muscle, every drop of blood. The entire process resembled a meticulously choreographed dance.

At the exact moment his bloodline began to awaken, Caesars felt as if he had fallen into an endless abyss of darkness, sinking into a deep sleep. Although he was now completely oblivious to the outside world, the pool of magic power had not calmed down. On the contrary, the magic power within remained at a boiling point, constantly surging and releasing a powerful aura that was terrifying.

Atop the towering magic tower, three white-haired but vigorous elven elders gazed intently at everything unfolding below. For them, this rare spectacle was undoubtedly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for research.

You have to know that the Roland Continent where they live is just an insignificant little planet in the vast and endless void, just like a speck of dust in the vast sea of ​​stars, small and ordinary.

According to the strict standards for the Void's grading system, Roland Continent was classified as a Level 4 plane, barely a mid-level plane. In comparison, the Demon Realm was one level higher, a Level 5 plane. As for the Abyss, it fell between Levels 5 and 7.

So, why is the Abyss Plane's hierarchy so unique? The reason lies in its unique structure and ecological environment. The Abyss isn't actually a single plane, but rather a multi-dimensional entity comprised of a full one hundred layers. The energy levels and resource richness of the first twenty-nine layers of the Abyss are only comparable to those of a Level 5 plane. However, upon reaching the 30th layer, the Abyss Plane's hierarchy rises dramatically to that of a Level 6 plane.

What is even more astonishing is that starting from the 90th floor, due to the special properties and evolutionary potential of the abyss creatures themselves, this place has been able to breed beings with super-strong strength levels that can only appear in the seventh-level plane.

However, the rank of the 100th layer of the Abyss is exceptionally difficult to assess. Once upon a time, within this mysterious 100th layer, an incredibly powerful Abyss Overlord emerged. This Overlord's power was so formidable that he could rival the top creatures of the eighth-level plane.

However, it should be pointed out that this Abyss Lord is not a native species of the Abyss. Its sudden appearance is purely an extremely rare and extraordinary exception, and cannot represent the general situation of the entire 100 layers of the Abyss.

The hundredth layer of the abyss is a mysterious and unique place. It is completely different from the outside world. Elemental energy disappears here, replaced by shadow energy, arcane energy, and the terrifying energy contained in the black water that symbolizes destruction.

"Oh my god! The elemental energy has actually wrapped Kaisus tightly. What should we do? We can't continue to observe his condition!"

The three respected old elves frowned, their faces filled with confusion as they watched everything unfold before them. Shortly after Caesars fell into a deep sleep, the previously tranquil elemental energies seemed to be suddenly drawn by an unknown force, surging like a tidal wave, enveloping Caesars from head to toe, leaving no room for any gaps.

"Oh no! The giant cocoon has actually broken through the magic circle!"

Following the exclamation of one of the old elves, a huge cocoon woven by magic power slowly floated up. As if it had its own consciousness, it easily passed through the extremely solid magic circle without encountering any obstacles.

This astonishing change left the three elven elders dumbfounded, because the magic circle of this magic tower has always been controlled by them. Although they can decide whether to open or close it, they have no ability to interfere with the magic circle itself in any way.

At this moment, it was impossible to know what the inside of the giant cocoon was like, but the empty magic pool silently told the truth - all the precious magic materials used to construct and maintain this magic ritual had been completely exhausted.

Not only that, even the attributeless magic stored in the smaller magic pool next to it is decreasing at a slow speed visible to the naked eye, as if it is being swallowed by an invisible force.

Faced with this bizarre situation, the three old elves weren't overly worried. Riven had told them about the Abyssal Body Tempering Technique in advance. Caesars's current condition was a sign that his Abyssal bloodline had awakened, and he was currently undergoing a transformation.

At that moment, Crassus's magical communication stone suddenly vibrated slightly, flickering with a faint light. He knew with a flicker that someone must be sending him a message through the stone. Sure enough, as he channeled his magic power into it, a familiar voice emanated from the stone—it was Orcus, who was far away at the Thornflower Merchants.

"Orcus, what brings you to me again?" Crassus asked with a hint of impatience. After all, as an elf elder, he usually has a lot of affairs to deal with, and he really doesn't have much time to deal with such trivial matters.

"Great Elder, people are coming from the Roland Empire. They want to buy our deadly potion!" Ocus's anxious voice came from the other end of the communication stone.

Upon hearing this, Crassus frowned slightly and said in a stern tone, "Are you asking me for such a small matter? Just sell it to him directly."

However, Okus seemed to still have some concerns and quickly explained, "But Great Elder, the other party wants to buy a thousand bottles, so I dare not make the decision on my own."

After a moment's hesitation, Crassus decisively gave the order: "Just sell it to him, don't worry. We have enough antidotes to deal with any situation. But remember, the transaction must be made with magic crystals. No other form of currency or items will be accepted. Also, from now on, all potions and magical materials sold by the Thorn Flower Trading Company will only be traded with magic crystals!"

"I understand, Great Elder!" After receiving clear instructions, Okus felt relieved and responded respectfully.

Meanwhile, inside the ornately decorated Thorn Flower Merchant House in Violet City, a man in black leather armor and a silver mask paced anxiously. He was the head of the Roland Empire's Hawkeye spies, and he had come to acquire a large quantity of deadly potions to inflict even harsher punishments on the rural nobles. Because the matter was of such importance, he had to make this trip in person.

"Mr. Carlos, after communicating with our great elder, I can sell you a thousand bottles of deadly potion, but the prerequisite is that you have to trade with magic crystals!" Ocus walked up to the spy chief and said with a smile.

"No problem at all!"

Others might find these magic crystals difficult to obtain, but that wasn't the case for Carlos. After all, he was a trusted and capable general of the old emperor. As his right-hand man, he controlled the empire's crucial intelligence agency, Eagle Eye. As such, he always carried a considerable number of magic crystals on his person.

At this moment, Ocus said to Carlos with a serious face, "Mr. Carlos, please convey my intention to the Royal Mage Corps when you return. From now on, the magic materials and potions sold by the Thorn Flower Trading Company will only accept magic crystals as the transaction currency!"

As he spoke, he moved a wooden box beside him to Carlos and casually opened the lid. Inside, neatly arranged crystal bottles appeared. It turned out that the box was filled to the brim with deadly potions, in other words, a box of carefully refined and highly toxic liquid.

Hawkeye had always been a loyal customer of the Thorn Flower Trading Company, and the two sides had maintained a long-standing and stable cooperative relationship. However, the quantity of poison Carlos had come to purchase this time was truly staggering. Faced with such a large order, Ocus hesitated to make a decision.

At this moment, Carlos suddenly asked, "Lord Ocus, can you sell me a golden ginseng?"

As the spy chief, Carlos was fully aware of Ocus's true identity and his unfathomable strength. Therefore, when communicating with Ocus, he was always cautious and tried his best to be humble and polite.

After hearing Carlos's request, Ocus thought for a moment, then nodded readily and said, "Of course, no problem, as long as you can afford the corresponding amount of magic crystals!"

Just like that, a seemingly ordinary transaction began...

In the vast expanse of southern Roland Empire, two nobles, born and raised in the countryside, lived. At this moment, their hearts were filled with endless resentment and blazing rage. Using such a dangerous and destructive weapon as an alchemical bomb to attack a noble's territory was unprecedented!

Late last night, a shocking scene occurred—the Golden Viper Mercenary Group's training camp was violently attacked by a mysterious force. This sudden disaster resulted in nearly 5,000 casualties, a level of devastation that was simply unbearable to watch.

The attack was exceptionally swift and direct, clearly targeting the mercenary training camp controlled by the two earls. With earth-shattering explosions, countless lives were instantly lost, and scores of mercenaries were shattered to pieces. Worse still, the entire training camp was completely destroyed, reduced to rubble. Among those who lost their lives were both recent recruits to the Golden Viper and veterans of the mercenary group, seasoned veterans.

"How abhorrent! Who on earth is so audacious?"

Earl Garlon, nearly sixty years old, was seething with rage. He clenched his fists tightly, as if pouring all his strength into them. He slammed his fist down on the coffee table before him, and the solid wooden structure groaned under the weight. Simultaneously, the two crystal wine glasses resting on the table toppled to the floor and shattered due to the violent jolt.

"Count Garlon, please calm down. Getting angry now won't solve the problem. We need to carefully consider our countermeasures. Judging from the current situation, the other party is no ordinary force. Their financial resources are probably equal to or even greater than ours. Those hundreds of alchemical bombs are no small number. Even the cheapest ones cost at least hundreds of gold coins each. Even if you have a lot of gold coins, it will be extremely difficult to buy them."

Earl Soren looked quite young, perhaps in his forties, yet he gave off an unusually calm demeanor. Although a raging rage was burning within him, he suppressed it deeply, never revealing it.

In sharp contrast to Earl Soren, Earl Garlon was like an ant on a hot pan at the moment, running around in circles in anxiety, furious but unable to find a suitable way to vent his anger.

"Even if I have gold coins, I can't buy it?"

Hearing this, Earl Garlon couldn't help but look suspicious and asked quickly. In his opinion, gold coins seemed to be omnipotent and could handle anything.

"I can't say for sure, but purchasing a large number of alchemical bombs is practically impossible. Even if you could buy some, the quantity would be extremely limited, just a few at most. And that would require a close relationship with an alchemist. Only a high-level alchemist could create such a powerful alchemical bomb. This shows that they must have very good relations with the magical forces!"