"Hu hu!"
Moses stood on the tall pile of corpses and wiped the blood off his face. He wanted to continue killing, but he discovered that the bloodline power in his body was almost exhausted, to the point of almost burning his bloodline.
He looked around and saw that the bloodline tower had been completely suppressed. Failure was only a matter of time. Only a third of the original thousands of people were left. Some of them were his friends and his former teachers.
He thought back to his past when he was discovered to have the talent to become a Warlock in a small city. He first studied in a Warlock Academy under the bloodline tower, and through his own efforts, he became a first-circle wizard and joined the bloodline tower.
He had everything, and he enjoyed it all. But today, everything would change.
"It's time to end this!"
At that moment, a few more first-circle Black Isotta warlocks noticed him and walked toward him.
