Constructing-Style Wizard - Chapter 280

Chapter 280: 119. Bountiful Harvest_3

Translator: 549690339

Hickman Arlington charged the wand’s energy, flicked the spikes on the wand’s surface with his fingers, then passed the wand over:

“I’ve charged it, and I’ve also turned off the magic lock on the wand. Press the spikes on the wand’s surface, and you can use the death magic in the wand. The three spikes from top to bottom correspond to ‘Death Pulse,’ ‘Fear Spell,’ and ‘Hailing Skull.’ Their magic power is about the same as a death series wizard casting themselves.”

Philia held the wand, examined it for a few seconds, then pressed down on the first spike towards the corner of the wall.

Black lightning shot out from the tip of the wand and exploded on the ground at the corner of the room. It obliterated the stone bricks and left a smoking hollow behind. A thick scent of death energy floated around.

Philia nodded in satisfaction, confirming that she had complete control of the wand:

“You can leave now, Hickman Arlington. Exit via Sector 8. Don’t think about sneaking underground and betraying us to the young raven. I will keep an eye on you with my magic vision.”

Hickman Arlington didn’t say anything, he turned into a black billowing cloud and swiftly flew toward the entrance of the staircase.

He was very clear that if he were slow, he would certainly be entangled by the

Blackbone Secret Society, and his end would be terrible.

“Alright, sisters, mates.” Philia put away the wand, looking around at the wizards and security team members:

“We’ve figured out the enemy’s situation. There is a Third-level Alchemist in the enemy’s team, which is a tricky problem. So, I have decided…”

Philia’s voice lowered.

Hickman Arlington was only concerned with hurrying, he could no longer hear the words from the other side.

He was dragging his black billowy form, flying into the staircase, swiftly darting through the staircases and corridors, climbing floor by floor.

Judging from the intensity of the energy fluctuations in Philia’s gaze, the power of the ‘Elemental Vision’ was likely quite low, only comparable to an Elemental wizard apprentice.

Hickman Arlington was very clear:

Philia’s vertical magic vision was not as vast as the horizontal magic vision. This is a common problem with detection-type magic.

Therefore, probably at about the fifth underground layer, the ‘Elemental Vision’ would reach its limit.

Hickman Arlington stopped on the fifth underground layer of Sector 8, feeling instantly malicious.

In this floor’s corridor, a team from the Cat Society was stationed, guarding the crucial path that led from the ground to the Demonic Rat nest.

They knew of Hickman Arlington’s existence, so they only looked puzzledly at the black cloud hovering in mid-air before retracting their gazes.

When Hickman Arlington saw that the others had dismissed him, his devious thoughts began to flourish.

Sector 8, connected to sectors 7 and 9.

The Sector 9 is the territory of the Ferocious Hound Gang. The Ferocious Hound Gang was backed by the Dog Society, which allied closely with the Cat Society under the Life Essence Society.

If he left through Sector 9, he might fall into the hands of the Ferocious Hounds.

Instead, there’s no such worry in Sector 7. That was the territory of the Golden Commerce Guild, and they were not as close to the Life Essence Society.

Given these circumstances, there was room for flexibility…

Hickman Arlington formulated a preliminary plan:

He would go around the Demonic Rat nest from Sector 7, and strike at the critical moment to aid young raven, winning back young raven’s trust in the process.

If successful, not only would he receive the magic scrolls for ‘Food Creation Technique,’ ‘Flying Broom,’ and the reward, he could even retrieve the wand given to Philia. On top of that, he might even, hehehe…

Evil thoughts flashed through Hickman Arlington’s mind.

He changed direction and flew towards the fifth underground layer of Sector 7.

He opened the metal sluice gate connecting the two sectors, wriggled through the gate, closed it, and stepped into the pitch-black fifth underground layer of Sector 7.

The moment he saw the dark environment here, Hickman Arlington felt much more at ease.

As expected, the security company of the Golden Commerce Guild was focused entirely on the water systems on the first and second underground layers. They were dedicated to the collection of all-purpose metal powder and had not arranged any defense forces on the fifth underground layer.

There were no lights here. The ground was covered with a mucus carpet, mucus webs hung in mid-air, and the creepy voices of the abominations filled the air.

Hickman Arlington deactivated his flight status, withdrew his disguise, lifted his hood, and showed his face.

An utterly deceased individual, a departed soul with a mind.

And aberrations don’t attack departed souls, let alone dead aberrations.

Wait a moment.

Dead aberrations?

Hickman Arlington was taken aback and looked at the dead aberration at his feet.

“Boom!!!”

[System Message: ]

[You consumed 20 points of Soul Strength and 200 points of Energy, casting

XIO ‘Evil Blast’ and detonating 10 level 2 dead aberrations.] [You inflicted fatal damage to Hickman Arlington.]

[You killed Hickman Arlington.]

[You destroyed the Death Spike Wand, the Masking Robe, the Soul Shaping Tattoo, several magic scrolls, and some cash.]