Although he killed the Deep Demon and successfully collected his soul, Brian didn't seem as happy as he thought.

At this moment, he couldn't help but feel frightened when he looked at the corpse of the rat whose devil in the Deep Demon was photographed into mud.

Through the battle just now, he could see that the strength of this devil is at least above the medium legend, that is, the creature level is as high as level 25 or above.

But such a powerful devil was stretched out his staff by the sorcerer beside him, and gently pointed it into a tiny white mouse that even ordinary humans could control at will.

Transformation-like spells belong to a branch of the School of Change.

The spells in this branch are mainly divided into two types, namely, by turning oneself into powerful creatures to fight, and turning the enemy into weak creatures.

Among Brian's subordinates, the war mage Marek is a typical representative of the former.

As a war transformer, once his strength reaches the legendary realm, he can even become a legendary dragon and possess all the abilities of a dragon.

The latter's function is mainly to weaken the enemy. The most typical representative spells are the five-ring spell "Malicious Transformation" and the eight-ring spell "Transformation of All Things".

If this spell fails, the recipient will lose all his characteristics and expertise, including supernatural abilities, spell-like abilities, and also lose his casting ability. He will also use the camps of new bodies, special abilities, and six-dimensional attributes to completely replace his original abilities.

Theoretically speaking, if you get a transfiguration, it means that the battle has ended.

Because even the most powerful legendary creature, as long as it is turned into a small animal, it will almost lose any resistance during the period of deformation.

As can be seen from the introduction, the transformation spell is a bit outrageous.

However, the cruel reality is that there are very few spellcasters who can specialize in this transformed genre.

The reason for this phenomenon is nothing more than the spells of this genre are very useless.

The principle of deformation technique is to forcibly convert the original form of the substance.

These spells act on enemies of the same level, or even enemies of one level lower than themselves, and it is difficult to release them successfully. For spell casters of changing genres, the function of spells is to abuse the food, and it is difficult to be used in battles with the same level of strength.

But in today's battle, Brian really gained some insight.

Although this Deep Demon was too confident that his original fire was powerful, he was restrained by his curse fire, so he turned over and was seriously injured.

But as the Barthzu Demon, the many powerful resistances and expertise of the Deep Demon, just his physique and strength attributes above 25 points can easily break free from the power of the eight-ring spell "Deformed Everything" to change his own form.

However, in fact, the devil was turned into a teenage mouse without any resistance, and then easily killed by him.

Karadna's powerful transformation spell simply refreshed his cognition.

In the game world, he had never heard of this sorcerer who was offline in the early stage of the game, which was so powerful.

He only knew that the other party’s biggest hobby was to turn disobedient subordinates or players who offend him and turn them into small animals to show punishment.

In this regard, he could only think that there was definitely some powerful warlock bloodline hidden in the other party's body.

After all, the casting of sorcerers is the result of talent and tempering. They do not need spell books, do not rely on guidance from mentors, and even have no theory of casting, but only rely on pure willpower.

Their magic is more dependent on intuition than logic, and it is hard to predict what powerful power is hidden in their bodies.

"It's so wasteful." Miss Warlock's words interrupted Brian's thoughts. She looked at the corpse of the Deep Demon and the sanks that were slapped out by the crushed palm, and couldn't help but complain: "A problem that can be solved with one kick, but you kill it with the powerful Nine-ring spell, which is simply a waste of talent."

Brian looked at Karadna and found that her long, flying dark purple hair was fading at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into its original golden color, and the original magic energy surging around her was also slowly dissipating.

She carefully and carefully wrapped the wand that she had just released the spell, wrapped in black linen, and carried it back behind her, and the rope connected to the wand extended from her shoulder to her slender waist, shaping the pair of capitals on her chest into a full and attractive outline.

"What kind of warlock bloodline are you awakening?" Brian retracted his gaze and walked towards the collapsed secret room while asking the sorcerer who quickly followed him.

The warlock controls the innate magic.

This magic may come from supernatural bloodlines, from other worlds, or from experiences exposed to some unknown multiverse power, which will lurk in the body, mind and soul of the warlock, waiting to be released.

This allows them to learn secret knowledge, nor rely on contracts to obtain spells like magicians. They can gradually develop more effective ways to release the powerful magic hidden in their bodies through continuous practice and mastering the methods of controlling and guiding the way to improve their magic power.

"Can't you tell me this?" The sorcerer Karadna tied her loose blonde hair again with a rope, and smiled: "What I awaken is native magic, the most powerful and unstable magic in the warlock's bloodline."

"Then it would be a miracle that you can survive until now and successfully advance to the legendary realm." Brian looked at her. Although she was wearing a black robe, she still couldn't hide her tall figure and curves. Her face looked a little pale, but her facial features were perfectly like an exotic beauty.

Among the warlock's bloodline, native magic is the most difficult to control and control, and is also the most powerful, because the chaotic storm they release is simply unpredictable.

For example, in order to use native magic, the other party just reconnaissed the devil's traces, so that he was turned into a teenage mouse by an unpredictable chaotic storm.

A warlock who masters this bloodline can master a new tip for starting a class almost every time he releases a chaotic storm.

"Of course." The sorcerer walked towards Brian with a light pace. After attracting his attention, he raised his chin proudly and said:

"I have witnessed the elemental power exposed in the inner plane with my own eyes and suffered the baptism of the violent and chaotic magic of the Chaos Sea. If I had not been guided by the Magic Goddess in Mount Mistala in the Kingdom of Halua and absorbed the blue flames left over from the "Ofa Catastrophe" period in a great rift valley, I would probably not have lived until now."

Mount Mistala at the Wall of Harua is the largest temple in the magic goddess Mistala located in the entire Feren continent.

Brian is quite clear about this.

From this we can see that the sorcerer in front of us should have entered the cave group on Mount Mistala.

Because any practitioner of the Abyssal Arts related to magic, including sorcerers and magicians, can find the answer they want by conducting diligent research in a mysterious cave in this temple for no more than five years.

As for the "blue flame" mentioned by the sorcerer, Brian is very familiar with it.

The ‘Blue Flame’ is the primitive energy that erupted after the magic net was torn apart. When the ‘Ofa Catastrophe’ occurred, the elders’ council of Halua sent the people of its own kingdom to other worlds outside Torrell through the mysterious ‘Blue Flame’, such as Abel and the small world where Brian was reborn.

The main material of Brian Aohuo is also Blue Flame.

Coincidentally, the place where he extracted the Blue Flame was also the Great Rift Valley in the mouth of the sorcerer.

Since it can be seen that this mysterious blue flame, which represents the essence of the magic net, does have the effect of neutralizing violent magic energy and primitive magic.

"Your adventure is really wonderful." Brian smiled and said, "At least I have never been to Chaos Sea, and I can't imagine what the chaotic magic from Chaos Sea looks like."

"That's a violent energy that makes you look at the first glance and never want to look at the second glance again." The sorcerer showed a look of lingering fear, then his eyes flashed slightly, and he asked with a slightly nervous look:

"Do you have a magical flame similar to Aurora and Silver Fire? Otherwise, you would never be able to resist the original fire of the Deep Demon Refining, and it would cause him to be severely damaged."

"That's right." Brian nodded slightly, without hiding it, "I do have a kind of flame."

"Really." The sorcerer showed a happy expression on his face, and leaned over to him, and said eagerly, "Can you let me see it?"

She looked like a little girl asking for candy from an adult.

"Of course." Brian looked at her thoughtfully, and said with a smile in an inexplicable tone: "However, the premise of all this is to let me see the magic wand you are carrying behind you. I am also curious about your equipment."

As he understood Karadna, he had already vaguely guessed that the reason why the other party could turn the Demon Refining Demon into a Little White Mouse was probably the strong wand wrapped in her.

So he was really curious about what kind of equipment this was.

"no!"

The sorcerer's firm expression surprised Brian a little. She looked at him with a vigilant face, like a furry female cat, "This wand is my amulet. I can't leave me for a moment, so no one can check it."

"That's it." Brian did not force it, and smiled and shrugged at her, continuing to walk, obviously not intending to let her watch Ouhuo.

He had a premonition.

This female sorcerer is not as simple as mastering the original magic energy in the sorcerer's bloodline. This is a problem that he realized after carefully savoring the battle scene just now.

Moreover, he always felt that the other party's means to find the devil's traces and the opportunity to become a guinea pig were a bit too coincidental, but he couldn't tell the specific reason.

In this way, he felt that after the battle was over, it was necessary to let Shisaiya test her depth.

Karadna behind him heard Brian's indifferent words, and a hint of disappointment appeared in her burgundy eyes, and finally she could only follow her helplessly.

Nothing to say along the way.

The two soon arrived at the battle site in the city.

Brian and Shisia looked at each other and nodded slightly, indicating that they had all resolved.

"I'll give you this soul crystal." Then, he threw the crystal obtained from the Deep Demon into the hands of the magician Tifflin and said to him, "I need you torture what I want from his soul as fast as possible."

"Don't worry, sir." The magician looked at the crystal in his hand and showed a sinister smile. "For me, this kind of thing is just a small matter."

The sorcerer standing on the other side saw Brian handing the soul crystal to the magician, and he showed a look of wanting to speak but stopping, but he still didn't say it out in the end.

Naturally, Brian did not notice this detail, but instead focused on the situation in front of him.

In this battle, with the core members of the secret room of the Merchant Council being killed, the balance of victory has completely tilted towards them.

The next battle was almost no difficulty, but it was a bit troublesome to find all the blood slaves hidden in the crowd and transformed by vampires from Ximen.

However, these small winds and waves are no longer important.

In the evening.

Mashanbo has completely changed hands, and the devil's temptation and depravity of the merchant guild and the noble council have suddenly become the target of everyone. Even some nobles and merchants with good character have become the target of people's doubts, believing that they may also have a transaction with the devil.

Some riots occurred in angry civilians, and the resentment they had accumulated burst out, and some even tried to attack members of the noble and merchant council.

But soon, these people were brutally suppressed by the Purple Dragon Knights under Xisiaya, and the remaining members of the noble parliament and the Merchant Guild became the current targets of protection.

"Sir, I have investigated it clearly." In the hall, a war wizard secretly reported to Brian: "Except for the merchants and nobles who are controlled by us, most of them are hiding in the temple of the Goddess of Wealth. The armed forces of the church are on guard around the temple with high alert, and we may not be able to get close."

When Brian heard this, he showed such an expression.

"You go down first." He waved his hand and signaled the war mage to retreat, and then began to think about this question.

As he imagined, Mashanbo was the most prosperous trading port city in the entire Cormier Kingdom. It was not surprising that the huge group of merchants and nobles gave it a huge foundation for the faith of the goddess of wealth and temporarily sheltered.

After all, as a goddess of wealth who owns merchants, wealth, trade and currency priests, she is essentially no different from real-world banks in the temples across the mainland.

And it is an absolutely neutral bank.

But this was obviously something that Brian didn't want to see, otherwise, they would not get any spoils except for regaining Mashanbo.

Because the wealth of the Merchant Guild and the Noble Council are all in the Temple of Wealth.

And what he needs is the wealth of this group of merchants and aristocratic groups.

In this case, if you want to force your acquisition, you will inevitably have conflicts with this temple.

You should know that in the secret room, all the core personnel of the entire Merchant Guild and the noble council were slaughtered by him. These people had at least 80% of the wealth of Mashanbo. It was obviously impossible for the dead to hand over the gold coins in the temple.
To be continued...