Warlock Apprentice

Everything happened so fast.

Dave felt as if he was still teasing with Angor in the previous minute, and now he saw both Angor and Toby drawing their last breath on the floor.

“What should I do??” Dave panicked. He had no idea how he could possibly help Angor in such a situation.

He looked at Prome desperately.

Prome closed his eyes and shook his head. “The gap between real wizards and apprentices is like the difference between the vast sea and a glass of water. There’s nothing I can do.”

…

While desperate with sadness, Angor heard the sound of footsteps approaching.

Inside Chamber 19, the man in gentleman suit slightly opened his eyes.

“Such folly.”

Twilight stopped her attack. She was getting curious about what would happen when an apprentice fought for his last breath. Maybe it would prove to be something childishly fun.

Angor did not care what people were thinking about.

During these days, he learned how to trick people’s senses. However, he was sure it would not work on real wizards. He had to think of something else.

Lady Mirror once mentioned something about his illusion carrying the trace of the Nightmare Realm. Angor thought it was because he was referring to the scenery of that place when making his music box, but he later denied that idea.

Besides, an illusion like that would not help him escape from wizards. Something from the Nightmare Realm might affect people’s emotions, yet that was not going to save him from someone as strong as Twilight.

Speaking of strong… someone else flashed through Angor’s mind.

Or was it “something”? He was not sure.

Angor wondered whether he could buy enough time if he managed to create the illusion of “that being”.

There was no choice anyway. Angor tried his best to deploy the illusion while thinking about a certain woman who left a deep scar on his back.

…

“Using his own body to support an illusion? Dear me. Angor is such a fast learner when it comes to micro illusions. But… isn’t using one’s body like that kinda foolish?” Flora chuckled. “Yes, you can make your illusion happen that way. But what next?”

Flora floated into the air and observed the situation happily.

The Red Reaper behind her back suddenly let go of Flora’s back. Its bony hands grabbed its skull as if having a headache.

“What’s wrong, Little Red?”

“Save… him…” The flames in the skeleton’s eye sockets blinked as if they were about to vanish.

“Save Angor?” Flora pouted. “Why me? My professor never helped me when I was the one being hunted down.”

Little Red did not answer. It kept holding its skull in pain.

“What’s happening to you??”

Inside the hall, people saw white smoke coming from Angor’s body. As the smoke covered the place, they began to see strange scenes of forest, then strange animals, before the reality returned again. It felt like some beginner apprentice was trying to practice illusions in a really bad way.

“Tsk. That’s the worst illusion I’ve ever seen yet,” Lydia sneered at the scenes around her. After witnessing the perfect illusion created by the music box, this one was total junk.

Twilight also shook her head in disdain.

The man inside Chamber 19 frowned and grew puzzled a little.

“The child’s play ends here,” Twilight glanced at the terrible illusion and unleashed her finishing blow at Angor.

Before the light beam reached Angor’s forehead, the illusion shifted again, as a thick mist came rushing out from Angor.

Unlike the thin smoke earlier, the mist instantly blocked people’s sight. The beam used by Twilight simply disappeared in it.

Twilight was shocked now. What just happened? A bad illusion blocked her beam attack?

They suddenly heard something coming from the white mist. There were drum beats, ringing gongs, trumpets…

People all lost their sight of the auction hall for a moment. When they could see again, they found themselves inside an exquisite hall of an ancient castle.