Swoosh.
Colin descended with Connie in front of the towering theater doors.
"Connie..."
King Wilder, standing alone before them, saw Connie and her companion touch down and his pupils constricted slightly.
But he quickly regained his composure and turned to Connie, asking, "And who might this wizard be by your side?"
At this moment, Connie had not yet recovered from the thrill of the flight, and with an excited tone, she replied,
"Dad, have you forgotten? This is the wizard friend I mentioned to you last night... Lord Colin!"
Wilder was taken aback.
Wizards capable of flying were usually at least Advanced Wizard Apprentices... He hadn't expected the wizard his daughter had befriended to be so powerful!
Wilder quickly replaced his expression with a smile and greeted, "So it's Lord Colin."
Then with a hint of regret, he added, "Unfortunately, I've been tied up with trivial matters these past two days and have not had a chance to meet you in person."
As he spoke, something seemed to occur to him, and he turned his head back to Connie with a puzzled question,
"Didn't you say Lord Colin was leaving today?"
Connie was about to explain when,
At that moment.
Around the corner of the nearby street, two figures in Wizard Robes suddenly appeared.
"Lord Ivan, Lord Anthony," Wilder greeted, his face flashing a hint of joy as he spoke, "Have you obtained the missing components for the purification ritual?"
After inspecting the Tower of Blood Flesh on the stage, Ivan and Anthony had left, informing him that they lacked some essential components.
Wilder looked at the two men with expectation, hoping to quickly resolve this eerie event... The Tower of Blood Flesh inside the theater had become a major concern for him,
But the next second, his heart sank slightly.
Ignoring his words, Ivan and Anthony did not respond.
"Nice to see you again, this would be... Lord Colin," Anthony greeted with elegance.
"Where are your two little maids?" He looked around and asked.
He and Ivan were not going back to fetch anything; they were preparing to leave directly.
Upon their inspection, the Tower of Blood Flesh had been identified as the Tower of Conor Reeves—a dreadful ritual for summoning demons.
And the Tower of Conor Reeves in the theater had already served its purpose!
They were powerless to stop it.
The Tower of Conor Reeves had successfully summoned a certain demon and transmitted the location of Chaniuka City...
This meant that if nothing unusual occurred, a demon from another plane would arrive as scheduled tonight at midnight to harvest souls, revel in fear... bringing endless death and pain to Chaniuka City.
"Don't waste time talking to him, we must hurry," Ivan said in a low voice.
While the demon summoned by the theater's ritual was likely just a Lower Demon at most, theoretically not more powerful than a Wizard Apprentice,
In reality, due to the diversity of demons, even among Lower Demons, it was common for some of the more outstanding ones to possess the strength of a First Rank Junior Wizard, and some top-tier beings could even reach the level of a First Rank Intermediate Wizard.
Judging by the quality of this instance of the Tower of Conor Reeves, the probability of summoning such outstanding entities was at least seventy percent.
They did not want to take that risk... For demons, the souls of wizards were much more tempting than those of ordinary people.
"No rush, there's still time," Anthony countered Ivan in a low voice.
Unlike Ivan, what he wanted wasn't Colin's Magic Stone...
That said, he also began to grow impatient and without further disguise, he bluntly threatened Colin,
"Tell me where the maids are, and maybe I can persuade my companion to spare your little life." The aura of an Advanced Apprentice emanated powerfully from the two men.
Seemingly reminded of something, Anthony then added with a smile, "If you're thinking about using the Audric Disguise Crystal to pretend to be an Official Wizard to scare us, don't waste the time."
He lifted his wrist, showing a brown bracelet, and said, "I've already seen through your true level... First Class Apprentice."
Colin was briefly taken aback, realizing that the crystal pendant on his chest was called the Audric Disguise Crystal...
"Connie, what's going on?" King Wilder pulled Connie aside and asked in a low voice.
Connie hesitated for a moment before sharing her suspicions with Wilder.
She watched Colin's figure intently and then asked in a low voice, "Daddy, can you stop them?"
Wild gave a bitter smile, "Matters of wizards, how could we ever point fingers..."
"But Master Colin alone..." Connie said subconsciously.
She was vaguely aware of something.
Although she hadn't known Colin for long, she had taken quite a liking to him...
For some reason, she now suddenly felt some regret about telling him the whereabouts of Ivan and Anthony...
Wild looked at the three outside the theater, tense and on edge, weighed down with worry.
Naturally, he hoped that Ivan and Anthony would be victorious; after all, he was counting on them to deal with the theater incident.
"What's the matter, surprised how I saw through your disguise?" Anthony jeered at Colin.
But at that moment.
Thump—thump—thump—
There was a sudden sound from inside the theater like the beating of a heart.
A faint vile scent mixed with the smell of sulfur wafted over.
Anthony and Ivan's faces changed in unison!
Had the demon arrived early?!
Without a single word, they simultaneously turned and leaped into the air, swiftly flying far away.
Hiss!
But all of a sudden, a slight friction noise came from the air behind.
Two Cone Bullets, faster than imaginable, shot toward them!
Ivan and Anthony didn't alter their actions, conjuring Defensive Witchcraft around themselves.
This attack was clearly from Colin, but they chose not to retaliate... Escaping was far more important at the moment!
But the next second.
"Ahh!!"
Ivan and Anthony screamed in unison!
The Cone Bullets were far more powerful than they had imagined, piercing through their superficial defensive witchcraft with ruthless force, tumbling and puncturing chaotically within their bodies.
The excruciating pain rendered them incapable of maintaining their Flying Witchcraft, causing them to fall diagonally to the ground like birds with broken wings.
Colin stepped closer, the Foolishness Scepter in his hand looking even more profound against the surrounding white snow.
"You... are you really an Official Wizard?" Anthony muttered from the ground, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.
He struggled to raise his head, scrutinizing Colin carefully.
"Your Excellency, please spare my life..."
Meanwhile, Ivan begged for mercy while pressing his hand against his abdomen, apparently trying to apply Healing Magic on himself.
Colin didn't rush to finish them off; he'd intentionally spared their lives...
"What's inside the theater?" he asked in a deep voice.
The inexplicable presence from the theater was frightening, and it was after that presence appeared that Ivan and Anthony suddenly fled...
Beside them, Ivan slowly sat upright.
"What's inside the theater is..." Anthony also strained to prop himself up.
But it seemed his speech was a little slow due to his injuries...
The next second.
"What's inside the theater is... die!!" Anthony's tone suddenly rose!
Both he and Ivan convulsed with surges of Magic Power!
A puddle of pale pink slime and a compressed Fireball, one after the other, flew at high speed hitting Colin!
Boom!!
The pale pink slime and compressed Fireball made contact, triggering a violent reaction.
A spherical flame roiled upwards, with the shockwave immediately sweeping away the snow on the ground, exposing the grey-white colored stone slabs beneath!