The Wizard: Starting as a Corpse Collector Apprentice and Paying for a Monthly Subscription

Cathy stared blankly at Tyrion, who was hanging upside down in mid-air, as he skillfully beheaded and stole treasures without even getting a drop of Tal's blood on her.

Only now did she truly see Tyron's methods: four small swords crafted from spirit bone fragments!

"This is... his trump card?"

Cathy's heart pounded as shock and adoration overwhelmed her fear.

"Tyron... he's just too powerful!"

"A level two apprentice actually managed to kill a fully armed level six apprentice?!"

Such a feat, if placed in any wizarding tower, would be worthy of being included in textbooks as a classic example of a counterattack.

At this moment, in Cathy's eyes, the usually unknown corpse collector boy appeared incredibly tall, even more reassuring than the formal wizards she had ever met.

She didn't even have the energy to think about where a lowly apprentice could get so many precious psychic materials and enchanting resources.

As long as it's him, that's enough.

Tyronn didn't waste a single second to savor the joy of victory.

call out!call out!

The two flying swords sliced ​​through the vines on Cathy's ankles with surgical precision.

"what!"

Cathy let out a scream as she plummeted from mid-air.

The expected pain did not come; a pair of strong arms caught her steadily.

"Are you alright?"

Tyron's voice remained calm and gentle, showing no trace of the ferocity he had displayed after killing someone.

Holding Katie in Tyron's arms in a "princess carry" position, she looked up at the boy's resolute and aloof profile, her face instantly turning bright red, her heart pounding like a drum.

"Tyron, you're the epitome of masculinity!"

She hurriedly struggled to jump down, somewhat flustered as she straightened her disheveled robe, and asked with concern:

"Are you...are you hurt?"

Tyron glanced down at the bloody welts on his wrists and ankles from the vines, then casually flicked his hand away.

"It's just a superficial injury; it won't affect your activities."

"Hurry! The smell of blood here is too strong; it will soon attract other things."

Cathy nodded repeatedly after hearing this, as obedient as a little white rabbit, letting Tyron hold her hand, and the two turned around to prepare to quickly leave this place of trouble.

however.

Just as the two of them took two steps...

"Hehehe..."

A cold, hoarse laugh, like two pieces of rusty iron rubbing together, suddenly rang out behind the two.

"Are the two little ones in such a hurry to leave?"

Upon hearing this voice, Tyron's hair stood on end, and an unprecedented chill ran straight to the top of his head.

Why is there a third person's voice? Isn't Tal dead?

He threw his own head away!!!

The two instinctively turned their heads to look.

The body of Tar, whose head had been severed and whose heart had been pierced, was now convulsing violently, as if something was writhing wildly inside her.

Tyronn instinctively wanted to seize the opportunity during the transition and run now!

But then I thought, if I can't see what the enemy looks like and how strong they are in the second stage, I probably won't even know how I died!

puff!

A withered, thin, and blood-stained hand suddenly emerged from the severed neck of Tal!

Next came another hand, followed by a bald, wrinkled head.

Hiss!

With a tooth-grinding tearing sound, Tal's alluring body was ripped apart like a tattered garment.

Amidst the rain of blood, a monster only 1.2 meters tall, emaciated, with deathly gray skin, resembling a skinned female monkey, slowly stood up.

Its cloudy yellow eyes were fixed on Tyron, and its mouth split open to its ears, revealing a row of fine, sharp serrations.

hum!

A terrifying, suffocating pressure emanated from the monster and spread outwards.

Upon witnessing this, Cathy's pupils contracted sharply, and she instinctively let out a scream:

"A formal wizard?!"

That's right.

This oppressive feeling, as if the air itself has solidified, this aura that resonates with the surrounding elements with every gesture.

He is definitely at the level of a formal wizard!

"run!!"

Without any hesitation or even a word of nonsense, Tyron grabbed Cathy's wrist and turned to run for his life.

This isn't a question of whether or not we can fight.

There is an insurmountable chasm between an apprentice and a full-fledged wizard!

"Run, run... fresh flesh and blood, the more you struggle, the more delicious it is."

The monster let out a hoarse, unpleasant laugh. It shook off the blood from its body like a dog and slowly climbed up a tree that was about ten meters tall.

"Wake up... my servant."

hum!

With a surge of twisted, dark energy, the tree trembled violently.

The bark cracked, revealing the dark red wood beneath. The crown twisted into a pained human face, and the thick roots rose from the ground, transforming into two heavy, muscular legs.

In an instant, the ancient tree transformed into a tree spirit exuding black energy!

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The tree spirit strode forward with heavy steps, brandishing countless roots and branches, like a raging giant, crushing down in the direction the two were fleeing.

As Tyron ran, he glanced back, his eyes filled with utter shock.

"Damn it! What kind of monster is this?!"

"This plot is all wrong! How could a full-fledged wizard-level boss suddenly appear in such a low-level dungeon?!"

"Even on Hell difficulty, this isn't how you play!"

Tyron believed he had been cautious enough and had optimized all the available space and options within his control!

Who would have thought that Isshin Ashina was hiding inside Genichiro's body!

Just then.

"what!"

A cry of pain rang out.

Cathy tripped over a protruding tree root and fell heavily to the ground, her knee hitting a sharp rock, instantly staining her robe with blood.

She struggled to stand up, but the excruciating pain made it impossible for her legs to support her weight.

The vibrations behind me grew closer, and the nauseating stench of decay was already overwhelming.

Cathy looked up at Tyron, who had stopped, a resolute glint in her eyes.

Having been rescued twice in a row, this originally frail noblewoman now displays unprecedented courage.

"Tyron! Run! Don't worry about me!"

She shoved Tyron and shouted:

"I'm a member of the Hoffman family! They want to capture me alive as a sacrifice, they don't dare kill me directly!"

"I'll hold him off! You run!!"

Tyron looked at Cathy on the ground, his eyes flickering.

Give her up?

No.

Without this protective charm, these lunatics would only become more reckless in killing me.

Moreover, once Cathy falls into their hands, he, as the only witness, will definitely be silenced.

"Shut up!"

Tyrion let out a low growl, drew his ceremonial sword, and slashed it fiercely across his left palm.

Fresh blood gushed out.

"Blood Boiling Technique activated!"

Tyron's blood instantly boiled like magma, and his heart pounded violently, making a muffled sound like a war drum.

Originally at 3.5, his physique forcefully broke through the limit at this moment, soaring to 4.5!

His skin instantly turned bright red, and his powerful physical vitality even caused a slight distortion in the surrounding air.

"Hurry up!"

Tyron bent down, grabbed Cathy's belt like he was lifting a chick, and hoisted her onto his shoulder.

There was no mercy or pity shown to women; only pure efficiency.

Whoosh!

Tyron used his legs to propel himself forward, shooting out like an arrow.

Although he was carrying someone, without Cathy's short legs slowing him down, he was twice as fast as before!

Cathy, who was being jostled around on Tyrion's shoulders, looked at the scenery rushing past behind her and couldn't stop the tears from flowing.

She didn't say anything like "thank you," but instead, enduring the jolts, shouted out the most valuable information:

"I remember what this thing is!"

"This is something I saw in my father's official records! It's called 'Gluttonous Acolyte'!"

"It is the core combat unit of the cult 'The Church of Gluttony'!"

"All Gluttonous Acolytes are generally between level 2 and 5 of a formal wizard! They are directly transformed through evil flesh-and-blood rituals, have congenital physical defects, and their strength can never increase!"

Tyron roared as he ran:

"Get to the point! What are the weaknesses?!"

Cathy quickly recalled the contents of the book, speaking at a rapid pace:

"Their weakness is that they generally have low physical strength! They are very fragile!"

"And another thing! They are extremely afraid of holy light magic!"

"Physically fragile?"

Tyron glanced out of the corner of his eye at the enormous tree spirit charging wildly behind him.

A ten-meter-tall tree spirit stands tall on the earth!

"No matter how fragile the pilot is, my mortal body can't tear a Gundam apart with my bare hands!"