"Iyeta ... Iyeta ..." Blood continued to flow from Herlram's mouth and nose, a clear sign of his mental distress. However, he couldn't afford to think about that now. He kept calling his daughter's name, trying to awaken Iyeta's sanity.
But all his efforts were in vain. The collective psychic/soul power of thousands, coupled with their lingering resentment from their deaths, had completely shattered Iyeta's sanity, driving her into madness.
"Don't blame yourself, Iyeta..." Herlram clenched his teeth, realizing that if he didn't regain control of the situation, everything would be lost.
The only hope now was to find a way to merge their souls from Lynn's mind, which might bring his daughter back to her senses.
Fourth Tier Magic - [Soul Bind]
Herlram shouted lowly, and countless runes formed from pure psychic/soul power instantly enveloped Iyeta's entire body.
"Ah... Ah... Ah...."
A piercing scream escaped from Iyeta's mouth, as her ethereal form struggled fiercely. It was the excruciating pain caused by the runes burning her soul, and her bloodshot eyes made her look like a malevolent spirit.
Herlram couldn't help but show a hint of reluctance in his eyes, and the binding magic weakened slightly in response to the girl's agonizing cries.
At that moment, the vengeful spirits' power reached its peak, and a crimson mist continually gushed out of Iyeta's body, eroding the runes formed from her psychic/soul power.
As she broke free from the binding, Iyeta pounced on Herlram, her hand immersed in blood mist, and thrust it directly into his chest.
"Iyeta..." Herlram immediately felt an extremely chilling force flowing into his body through the wound. His life force was rapidly draining, and he looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar face before him with regret and resentment in his eyes.
His lifeless body soon fell to the ground, his eyes staring at Lynn, and he opened his mouth as if wanting to say something.
"Forgive her..."
Lynn read Herlram's final words and shook his head.
"You overestimated me, Herlram..."
At this moment, Lynn had quietly retreated to the entrance. Although he had used Iyeta, the vengeful spirit, to deal with the sorcerer, he had no means to confront this vengeful spirit.
After absorbing some of Herlram's power, Iyeta's aura became even more oppressive. Her eyes, filled with malice, were now fixed on Lynn.
A horrifying wail erupted from Iyeta once again, and the entire vengeful spirit transformed into a dense, blood-red mist, rolling towards Lynn.
Lynn suddenly felt a deep sense of oppression and suffocation, as if his body had sunk into the mire, making every step a struggle.
This sensation was similar to the Fourth Tier Magic, [Slowdown Barrier]
A vengeful spirit had actually mastered such powerful magic.
Things had clearly spiralled beyond his control, but Lynn had no time to dwell on that. The blood-red mist was closing in.
Liquid Nitrogen - [Ice Domain]
Lynn raised his hand, and an extremely cold air rushed forward in a semi-circular shape.
In the next moment, a crisp sound of freezing filled the air, and everything around them seemed to slow down. The blood-red mist instantly froze into blood-red ice crystals at the terrifyingly low temperature.
However, the Ice Domain, couldn't hold this formidable vengeful spirit for long. With the surge of her psychic/soul power, the blood-red mist soon burst, and ice shards scattered in all directions. A powerful surge of magical energy sent Lynn flying.
The light of the "Mage Shield" appeared in front of Lynn, mitigating most of the impact. His body rolled backwards into the passage behind him.
But Lynn's expression remained grave. He had intentionally released Iyeta, thinking that an irrational vengeful spirit would be easier to deal with than a Grand Wizard. However, after experiencing her true terror, Lynn no longer underestimated her.
Facing such a terrifying vengeful spirit, even if all the wizards in the entire harbor town were assembled, they might not be able to defeat it. Instead, they could become the creature's nourishment.
Herlram, you've truly created a monster.
Lynn was feeling a headache. As Iyeta leapt at him once more, ready to cast a spell, he discovered that she seemed to have hit an invisible barrier, stopping her in her tracks.
Is there still a second layer of protection here for restraining spirits?
Lynn immediately realized this and asked, "071, can you determine my current location?"
[Based on location, the designated target is currently inside the Screaming Tower of Iyeta Academy.]
***
Ten minutes ago, inside Iyeta Academy.
Mr. Tike stood on the top floor of the teachers' lounge, gazing at the towering Screaming Tower not far away.
"Mr. Tike, you've been here for quite a few days. Have you made any discoveries?" A voice came from behind, and it was Rol, who curiously approached Mr. Tike and asked, "You've deliberately stayed in Iyeta for a whole month. It can't be just for learning arcane mathematics, can it?"
Mr. Tike stroked his long beard. "Don't you think the layout of the entire Iyeta Harbor is a bit too orderly?"
"I heard that it was designed by Master Raphael." Rol paused and said with a smile.
Raphael's OCD was well-known among the wizards, and this architectural master stubbornly believed that everything in the world should be neat and orderly, a theory that many people appreciated.
"No, it's probably not that simple." Mr. Tike shook his head and used his magic to sketch an image in the air, depicting the town's architectural layout. "Do you see anything unusual?"
"It looks like an alchemical array?" Rol quickly replied.
"Exactly, and if I'm not mistaken, it may be related to psychic/soul energy..." Mr. Tike's face was filled with seriousness, and this array was the Screaming Tower.
It had to be said that Herlram's method of using the city's layout as a cover was quite clever. If he hadn't received a confidential report from the Council before heading to Iyeta Harbor, he wouldn't have even thought in this direction.
"An alchemical array that can cover the entire city? What does that grand wizard want to do?" Rol furrowed his brows.
"It's probably not good news." Worry flashed in Mr. Tike's eyes, reminding him of the tragedy from three years ago. Perhaps he was overthinking it.