Whoosh!
The black-robed follower of Dormammu looked at the seven people paralyzed on the ground, stretched out his hand, and in an instant, a large number of ropes glowing with black light appeared, tying up the seven sorcerers with a whoosh.
Immediately, the man in the black robe waved gently, causing the seven bound sorcerers to float in mid-air. As he walked toward the rooftop, the seven floating sorcerers followed closely behind.
Soon, the man in the black robe walked about 10 meters, pressed a button, and removed his thick headphones. At the same time, John and the others noticed that the buzzing in their ears disappeared, and their bodies began to slowly regain strength.
They struggled, but without their Sling Rings and with their bodies still bound, they had no ability to resist.
"Damn you, bastard," John cursed, having just regained some strength. The man in the black robe raised his hand gently without turning his head.
In an instant, a flash of light silenced the sorcerers, sealing their mouths shut and reducing them to mere moaning.
Soon, the seven sorcerers saw black lines emerging on the ground, forming strange patterns. They recognized them as sacrificial magic circles.
This realization turned the sorcerers of Kamar Taj pale, with horror in their eyes. They knew that such a sacrificial formation meant their souls would be offered to Dormammu, rendering them unable to survive.
Woohoo!
Instantly, all the sorcerers whined loudly and struggled with all their might. They did not forget that the instructor and Master Lockhart were behind them. This was a moment of life and death.
If they didn't show up now, it would be too late.
The black-robed man felt annoyed by the whining sounds from behind but continued with the sacrificial formation. He waved again, and the seven sorcerers landed at the core of the magic formation, heightening their fear.
It was their first mission, and they were encountering such a dire situation.
Woohoo! (Instructor, come quickly, or we will die if you don't come.)
The sorcerers struggled hard, shouting and making a lot of whining noises.
The man in the black robe, annoyed, shouted, "Stop shouting, no one will come to save you."
"Those two powerful sorcerers have been trapped. Maybe you can see them later."
Then, in a mocking tone, he added, "after becoming a puppet for the lord."
Hearing this, Master John was stunned. The instructor was trapped? How could that be possible? Wouldn't they be captured too?
Immediately,
Woohoo! (The instructor must be fine. They are just trapped. Stay calm and look for a way out.)
John tried to remind everyone to stay calm.
Unfortunately, most sorcerers didn't have his mentality. Some felt a sense of despair, while others were barely holding on.
Suddenly, the man in the black robe froze, his brows furrowing, his face turning gloomy.
He sensed that the treasure given by his master was broken.
At this moment, John noticed the change in the black-robed man's expression and shouted,
Woohoo! (The instructor is coming, the instructor is coming.)
The sorcerers next to him understood and felt a glimmer of hope.
Seeing this, the man in the black robe sneered, released magic to block their mouths, and knocked them unconscious.
As a villain, he was self-aware. He needed to talk just enough to avoid trouble. Doing things was more important.
Then, he pressed the button to activate the infrasonic weapon again and sat cross-legged in front of the sacrificial formation, beginning to recite the prayer mantra silently.
He didn't believe that these sorcerers, who only knew melee combat, could understand such cutting-edge technology. Even if they could resist, he just needed to delay them long enough to complete the sacrifice.
Of course, he didn't cast the illusion this time. If the other party saw it, it would be more troublesome.
The Space Breaks!
Lockhart and Kaecilius reappeared in the living room.
This time, the living room was filled with brown bloodstains, as if there had been a previous killing.
Lockhart frowned, and Kaecilius glanced around before quickly extending his mental power to sense the new sorcerers' life signs. He was very optimistic about this group of students.
"Lets go," Kaecilius said, running directly toward the stairs.
Lockhart followed closely, feeling a sense of foreboding.
Tap tap tap!
The two of them quickly ascended the stairs, their hurried footsteps echoing.
They quickly passed the second floor, glanced around, and then moved straight to the third floor. Finding no useful information, they proceeded directly to the rooftop of the fourth floor.
Lockhart thoughtfully observed the empty houses around them, as if they had not been inhabited for a long time.
Soon, they reached the rooftop.
At a glance, they saw a man in black robes sitting cross-legged in front of a magic circle, with all the sorcerers unconscious in the middle.
Kaecilius's face turned grim. He recognized this as the sacrificial formation of Dormammu followers.
Without hesitation, he waved the Sling Ring, creating a magic shield, and prepared to charge directly.
Suddenly,
"Wait, Kaecilius, calm down," Lockhart said, grabbing Kaecilius' arm. "There's something off. There's definitely a trap."
The other party had trapped them just now and was now blatantly performing sacrifices in front of them. Something was odd.
Lockhart calmly scanned the surroundings, extending his perception and frowning. Besides the large energy fluctuations, he sensed something else: a machine was running.
Instantly, Lockhart felt exasperated. As a sorcerer, he hadn't yet embraced technology, but their opponent, a follower of an evil god, had already started using it.
Kaecilius was puzzled after being pulled back by Lockhart.
In his perception, there seemed to be no traps, only the dark energy constantly emerging as if the sacrifice was about to be successful.
As for the so-called machine, he sensed it but simply ignored it. He didn't understand technological items as well as Lockhart. The most he could do was surf the internet and use his phone.
He even thought the device looked like an air conditioner, with maybe a speaker attached.
"Kaecilius, there's a trap."
After finishing, Lockhart pulled Kaecilius behind him and reminded him, "Get ready to close your eyes!"
Then, Lockhart contacted the Contract.
Soon, a small snake crawled out from his arm and landed on the ground, expanding its body.
It was the basilisk!
=========================
[Up to 50+ Chapter available and 10 chapter Weakly Update at p@treon.com/goldengaruda]
=========================