Swish!
Colin suddenly stopped his rapid flight and pressed himself against the gray-blue wall on the other side of the intersection.
A silent glow of witchcraft flickered over him.
The next instant, a huge pitch-black monster sped past him through the corridor, making a thunderous noise.
Then, not far away, it smashed through the ceiling and flew to the upper level!
Gazing at the large hole in the ceiling not far away, Colin slightly furrowed his brow.
He had flown all the way here, but he had seldom encountered pitch-black monsters on his way, only hearing the occasional sounds of metal clashing, tearing apart.
It seemed that perhaps by now, the pitch-black monsters had all gathered on the upper level.
The situation seemed to have changed again.
Withdrawing his gaze, Colin continued to fly toward his own room.
Without the pitch-black monsters, he had an unobstructed path, only needing to avoid some surviving Wizards.
Thus, about two minutes later, Colin arrived at the door of his room.
Stopping in front of the door, he looked around but did not find Lillian.
"Hmm?"
The next moment, Colin's gaze sharpened, and he stepped closer to the door.
On the gray-white door handle, there was a simple white flower.
Extending his hand to pick it off, Colin's thoughts stirred, and he reached out mentally toward it.
Instantly, a location appeared in his mind.
"It seems to be on the third floor..."
Colin opened his eyes and held the white flower carefully in his hand.
Without a doubt, this was a guide left for him by Lillian... The familiar scent on the white flower, he couldn't mistake it.
Listening closely to ensure there was no movement above,
Colin waved his hand.
Swish!
A fireball shot toward the gray-blue ceiling above.
With a loud bang, a large hole instantly opened up in it.
Without waiting, even though the edges of the hole were still faintly red hot due to the high temperatures, relying on the Steel Temperature Resistance Field, Colin's figure moved, and he instantly reached the third floor.
But as soon as he arrived at this level and had a clear view of his surroundings, he stiffened slightly.
A mutilated corpse was lying right beside him.
Judging from the attire, this should be a First Rank Wizard...
"Hmm?!"
After taking a closer look, Colin's pupils suddenly contracted.
This dead Wizard was Milo who had previously invited him to go to the upper levels?!
The fatal wound on the body was a huge horizontal cut at the waist, almost as if cutting Milo in half, completely disregarding defensive witchcraft...
"This must have been done by at least a Second Rank monster."
Colin's expression was solemn as he suppressed the complex emotions in his heart and looked around.
The originally clean and bright gray-blue corridor was now a complete mess.
Torn metal panels, dim Bright Crystals, a cold wind from unknown origins constantly howling, picking up scattered fragments of Wizard Robes… the whole environment resembled the apocalypse.
On the second floor below, although there were also unfortunate Wizards who had died, most of them were Wizard Apprentices.
The number of First Rank Wizards who had died should be very few… At least just now on the lower levels, he had not seen any First Rank Wizards' corpses on his way here.
But here, apart from Milo's body, not far ahead, there were a few more bodies of Wizards lying around… If he remembered correctly, these Wizards were the same First Rank Wizards who had gone with Milo toward the third floor.
Sighing softly, Colin couldn't help but heighten his vigilance further.
Holding the white flower in his hand, he continued walking along the ruined gray-blue corridor, guided by the position in his mind.
Under the effect of the Silent, Colin didn't make any noise, and combined with the standard Wizard Robe of the Tin Saint School, he looked just like a gray, drifting ghost.
…
"Lord Grant, the taste of contaminated Magic Power isn't pleasant, is it?"
In the control room at the top level of the airship.
Zite Wuto, with his black curly hair, smiled and watched the eagle-nosed old man bound to the seat before him, saying gently,
"Wizards are just that, without Magic Power, they are nothing… No, even with Magic Power, they are merely weak insects, only through faith in the Goddess can one obtain true immortality."
Zite emphasized the word 'lord' deliberately…
Watching the figure he once looked up to now at his mercy, the joy in his heart was almost uncontrollable, and a flush even appeared on his pale cheeks.
"The Wuto Family, the Crissi Family, the Aman'er Family…"
At this moment, who had been silent, in Zite's eyes, merely struggling with the help of Defensive Witch Tools, suddenly spoke.
He sat in the armchair, opened his tightly closed eyes, and gazed at the Wizards before him, asking softly,
"Are there any other Families involved in this matter besides you?"
Zite Wuto laughed.
"Do you still plan to settle accounts afterward, Grant? You don't even see what your situation is like now."
"The Archbishop of the Goddess will arrive soon…"
He hadn't even finished speaking.
Clang! The door to the hub room was suddenly kicked open.
A woman walked in.
She was wearing a black hollowed-out long dress, with large patches of snow-white skin exposed, and the tight fit of the long dress accentuated her seductive curves.
But what was even more eye-catching were her deep red hair, red pupils, and dark red lips and nails, seemingly stained with fresh blood!
Such a shade of red, seen by anyone, would involuntarily bring to mind a red sea domain floating under the moonlit night.
Yet this scene didn't convey a sense of fantastical beauty, rather, it made one feel the presence of a bloodbath and the wails of aggrieved spirits... a terrifying bloody intent rushed over.
Past the alluring body of the woman, behind her, the gray-blue corridor was packed with countless dark bat-like creatures.
"The Archbishop of the Night and Blood Goddess..."
Glenwood, with a hooked nose, muttered to himself,
then he lifted his head to look at the woman who just burst in and gave a slight smile.
He then said softly, word by word,
"Foolish believer, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Before anyone could react,
Glenwood rose to his full height and easily shrugged off his restraints, showing no sign of being bound.
With a light gesture of his left hand, a plain gray scepter appeared in his grasp.
Immediately, as the wizards including Zite watched in fear,
he waved gently at the unflappable female bishop.
Boom!
…
On the gray-blue corridor, Colin's sprinting form paused slightly.
'What happened?!'
As if impacted by something, the walls around him began shaking violently, even more fiercely than the previous monster attack!
Immediately after,
White Light—
Pale white lights began to appear on the visibly iron-gray walls.
"Colin!"
Just as he was puzzled, a call suddenly came from not far ahead.
Colin turned to look, saying with some surprise,
"Lillian senior!"
Just as he could pinpoint Lillian's location through the white flower in his hand, Lillian could also do the same.
When she reached the third floor, Lillian also began moving towards him.
"Are you alright?" Lillian approached and asked.
A tiny figure peeked out from the hair at her neck.
"I'm fine."
Colin glanced unexpectedly at Bobi hiding in Lillian's hair... he didn't expect that Lillian senior would also bring this little elf along.
…Now was not the time to think about this.
Colin shook his head, feeling somewhat uneasy due to the abnormalities around him.
"Lillian senior, let's go to the lower levels together, the lower levels are truly safer!"
He raised his arm, shooting fireballs toward the ground as he briefly explained.
"The Second Rank Wizards and above from the Nine Major Schools and their affiliated schools were already aware of this attack, but to find the traitors among other wizards, they deliberately allowed the attack to proceed!"
"Those dark creatures don't know this, they are all concentrated on the top floor, the lower levels are safer!"
"You mean Lord Glenwood and others knew all this beforehand?" Lillian muttered, her face showing shock.
Bang!
Colin nodded and continued casting the Fireball Technique on the floor.
But for some reason, the steel floor, which normally would have easily been punctured by one fireball, was now enduring two or three fireballs, merely bending and turning black without any signs of breaking!
"Let me try." Lillian came back to her senses and said, understanding Colin's thoughts.
A pale golden beam shot down at the floor.
Although it seemed unremarkable, the air around it twisted in an instant, undoubtedly demonstrating its extremely high temperature.
Even Colin felt that it was significantly hotter than the flame rays cast by the Fire Element he summoned!
But even such a powerful attack could not break the gray-blue iron wall under their feet, glowing with white light, only making it turn red and bend.
Colin was about to use his Arrow Shooting Skill to help Lillian,
when suddenly, a tense premonition surged in his heart.
"Bobi!" The little elf hiding in Lillian's hair suddenly shouted!
"Be careful!"
Lillian's expression changed, and she urgently shouted.
A huge dark creature, unknown in origin, suddenly lunged at them!
The two of them quickly retreated.
"A Second Rank Wizard's level, not to be trifled with!" Lillian retreated while speaking quickly.
Colin nodded and took a deep breath.
"Follow me, maybe we can escape through the cracked floor!"