Chapter 213: Fierce Battle in the Tower

At the moment when the pillar of fire was about to hit Wagner's head, the light film of immobilization on his body finally broke, but the breath was already so close that he could not dodge.

Several protective spells were triggered at the same time, and layers of black fog enveloped his body, but it still couldn't block the extremely hot flames.

The pillar of fire was like a hot knife cutting through butter, instantly piercing through the paper-thin magic shield. Although Wagner tried his best to turn his head, the pillar of fire still engulfed his head covered by a black robe, and even his neck and most of his shoulders were engulfed by the flames in an instant.

However, this is not the end.

Cassius is not the boss in the plot who doesn't know how to make a finishing move. Faced with such a great wizard who has been dormant for a hundred years, he must seize the opportunity to kill him completely and never leave any room for the enemy.

The huge red dragon couldn't wait to open its bloody mouth. Not only was there a faint light coming from its chest, but deep in its throat was also brewing a terrifying white flame, like a miniature sun, illuminating the entire dark tower as bright as day, and then pouring out the long-accumulated torrent of energy.

[Extremely effective fire breath]

Another thicker and brighter pillar of fire gushed out, completely engulfing Wagner's torso.

The two pillars of fire intersected and continuously washed over the mutilated body.

Even after achieving this, Cassius was still worried and continued to spit flames from his mouth, as if he wanted to burn everything to ashes.

The body, which had been transformed by dragon blood many times, was quickly carbonized under this extremely high temperature that was far beyond nature. Finally, it gradually turned into brown salt pillars, scattered on the ground, like a wisp of ordinary yellow sand in the desert.

"Huh, is this the end?"

"Wagner."

The red dragon then slowly closed his jaws. Due to the overload of energy output just now, his scales became scorching hot, and even sulfur-smelling smoke emanated from between his teeth.

But his eyes were still fixed on the wisp of salt sand, not daring to relax at all.

He would not gamble that this century-old wizard had no backup plan, so he could only pay attention to every detail as much as possible to prevent any unexpected situations from occurring.

"We must not let him take the opportunity to escape."

After thinking for a moment, Cassius flapped his wings and came to the strand of salt sand, stepping hard on it with his claws, even repeatedly.

"boom!"

The ground was shaking and dust was flying everywhere, as if something was crushing bones and scattering ashes.

At the same time, the red dragon did not forget to swing its claws violently, using the [Scratching Technique] to create a powerful claw-shaped magic force field, cutting off the hideous limb chains and rescuing Trump who was trapped in the [Dragon Vein Binding].

The Dragon Vein Ogre broke free and became extremely excited when he saw the scene of fire and ashes all over the ground.

He knelt awkwardly on the ground, tears streaming down his face as he said, "Master, that so-called 'Dragon Mad Black Wizard' is indeed nothing compared to your might."

The red dragon was unmoved and said solemnly: "Trumpe, don't be too happy too soon. Take good care of these salt sands."

"I don't think it's that simple."

Trump immediately came to his senses and quickly responded with a salute: "Yes, Master."

The tower suddenly fell silent.

Chaotic and unstable images appeared on the eyes of the Heavenly Tribulation Dragon.

Sure enough, in the environment so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, the strange laughter echoed.

At first the laughter was as subtle as the sound of salt sand in the wind, wandering like a ghost, but then the sound became more and more intense, and finally turned into a rampant laugh.

Cassius looked up suddenly.

——The fine sand formed by the melting of flesh and blood fluttered in the air, and eventually gradually formed a distorted illusory human face. That was Wagner. The illusory human face opened its mouth to a weird degree, revealing a chilling smile.

"I know you, Cassius Claude Norichius, the favorite of Tiamat—"

"Hahahahaha, you really are here!"

"You will be the most wonderful material on my great evolution path!"

Cassius was not alarmed by this, but just looked on indifferently, muttering:

"Method of soul transfer?"

"Tsk, this Wagner really has a backup plan."

Trump beside him roared and summoned a blazing fireball, which once again blew away the ball of sand.

But Cassius just shook his head: "Don't fight, Rump. His real soul should have escaped. The face is just an illusion controlled by mental power."

Trump knelt down in front of the Red Dragon again, with sweat on his forehead: "It was my subordinates who failed to do their job well. I was careless for a moment and let him escape."

"If, if I could find the recorded six-ring spell [Soul Cage], I would be able to kill Wagner completely."

His tone was dull and he sounded like he was gritting his teeth.

The red dragon did not respond, but simply picked up the salt sand on the ground with the mage's hand.

"It does smell like dragon blood. Even though it has been melted, I can still feel the magical essence in it. This should be his original body, not some random creature made of flesh and blood."

He pondered for a moment, then asked casually:
"Trump, what kind of body do you think he will take?"

Cassius paused and sneered.

"Also, I, the 'most perfect experimental subject', have come here in person. Do you think that with Wagner's personality, he would be willing to abandon all the experimental results and escape so easily?"

Trump only thought about it for a moment and immediately understood what Cassius meant.

"He is a complete lunatic. He is even willing to endure fatal spells in order to 'appreciate works of art'. So, with the blasphemous and crazy thoughts in his heart, he will definitely not run away easily. I'm afraid you want to keep us here."

"And his body."

"He once said that his most perfect 'work' was the so-called 'Valena', or rather - the monster transformed from his biological daughter Valena. A body with a relative is the most suitable target for a wandering soul to seize. It is said that those old ghosts who have lost their nature often do this."

Cassius nodded slightly and said firmly:
"Find him and destroy everything about him."

"Yes, Master."

A corner on the first floor of the Midnight Demon Tower is also the location of the "wooden house in the snow".

It was cold and dark here. The walls were stained with blood, but there were signs that they had been wiped off.

There were piles of neatly laid bones in the corners - this was due to Valena's habit when she was alive. When she was trapped in the secret room since she was a child, she always tidied up her things neatly, and then sat obediently on the bed, waiting for her family's return.

This is the illusion of beautiful vision created by Valena's remaining will, but it is transformed into a deadly trap by Wagner.

Once an uninvited guest breaks in, he will fall into the hands of Valena, who has already been transformed into a hideous monster, and become an experimental subject who will experience inhuman torture. Those who are luckier will become food for the monster.

At this moment, a familiar guest broke in.

——That is Wagner’s wandering soul.

(End of this chapter)