Just as Mil was about to activate the Demon God's Seal, he saw two graceful figures sliding down the chains behind him…
The Iron Lily Adventure Team, the two who were originally captured.
One Ranger, one White Magician:
"Sir Mirfak, you calculated everything, but in the end, you still miscalculated!"
As they spoke, a magic seal appeared in their palms, and the surrounding monsters, like soldiers receiving orders, all stood up.
"Roar—!"
Roars, one after another, echoed through the bottom of the cave.
The Ogre, at the forefront, had dark red veins bulging under its rotting skin, and the magic stone embedded in its chest flickered with its breathing.
The Werewolves and Ghoul pack's scarlet eyes glowed, and viscous saliva dripped from the gaps in their fangs, corroding wisps of green smoke on the rocky ground.
The surrounding Goblins and Skeleton Guards also crowded forward.
A damp, putrid smell surged through the cave, and water droplets seeping from the cave ceiling continuously splattered on the edge of the alchemy table, creating tiny ripples on the moss-covered stone slab.
Mil looked around; if these monsters were all people who had undergone soul transfer experiments, perhaps the Demon God's Seal might not be effective...
The Ranger of the Iron Lily, wearing long boots, sat on an adjacent alchemy table, her short bow slung diagonally across her suede belt, and a peacock feather hair ornament pinned in her violet short hair.
Looking at the Abyssal Contract Mil had just drawn for the Goblin, she let out a mocking laugh:
"Heh, I really didn't expect... you're also a Black Magician? So the rumors are true?"
"Rumors? What rumors?"
Mil's heart tightened. The White Magic Miss of the Iron Lily then interjected:
"Someone said that at Ice Lake Prison—Seravio Fortress, to protect Her Highness Diana, you didn't hesitate to reveal your unknown side in public... You are actually a Dark Knight, aren't you?"
As she spoke, she removed her lace gloves, which were covered in bone dust, revealing her slender wrist tattooed with a mistletoe arrow.
Indeed, when he summoned that great bloodsword and massacred those Werewolves disguised as Royal Knights, it did arouse a lot of suspicion...
Although there was no clear magic indicating that the great bloodsword was Black Magic, such a technique was only used by the Bloodline.
At that time, Mil considered killing them to silence them, but unfortunately, the sunset that day was too beautiful, and the evening wind blew too fiercely...
The reinforcements arrived too early.
The two members of the Iron Lily seemed to feel that victory was in their grasp, and they were exceptionally relaxed. The Ranger Miss crossed her legs and sighed:
"To be honest, I still admire you very much. To fight against the Cultists and the Demon Race, you didn't hesitate to borrow the power of the Abyss, even if it meant eternal damnation for yourself, you still wanted to protect the Holy City. It's truly admirable! However, the price of betraying the Abyss is not something an ordinary person can bear!"
Mil's eye twitched slightly...
You betrayed the Abyss, your whole family betrayed the Abyss!
Looking around, this evil alchemy workshop most likely also involved Black Magic:
"So, you... are also Abyssal Cultists?"
"No! Most people wouldn't easily think of stepping into the Abyss, would they? The only Black Magician in our team has already been stabbed through by that... 'Mil' Miss, who was disguised as a man."
As she spoke, the Ranger Miss looked towards... the Black Magician who should have been lying in a pool of blood—
At this moment, the corpse had turned into a pile of loose sand, leaving only a heap of clothes.
Meanwhile, the White Magic Miss clapped her hands and shouted towards a door on the cave cliff:
"Teacher Aserville, do you have any arrangements for what's next?"
A moment later, the door was gently pushed open, and a black-robed wizard wearing a silver mask lightly tapped his toes and flew into mid-air...
Being completely suspended in the air requires a relatively high degree of control over magic, and Magicians below the sixth rank would not idly use it.
Just like a normal person, unless they are late for work, they generally wouldn't sprint a hundred meters down the street;
Children under 12 years old are an exception.
Aserville stepped on air, his gaze sweeping over the people who had fainted on the ground, and nodded:
"Hmm, continue the experiment... Capturing Holy Sword User Diana was indeed an unexpected surprise."
"Holy Sword User?!"
The other two members of the Iron Lily abruptly turned their heads to look at Diana, who was lying on the ground;
Only then did they realize her identity, and they were instantly so frightened that their legs trembled slightly.
Mil sighed, and the magic circle in his palm reappeared:
"Sorry... I can actually cancel the effects of the potion I administered to them."
Hearing this, the two members of the Iron Lily gasped, took a few steps back, and gritted their teeth.
But Mil didn't expect that before he could even cancel the potion's effect, Diana had already propped herself up with her sword and stood up on her own:
"Sorry... Actually, ever since my brother was assassinated last time, I've been wary of magic potions."
As she spoke, Diana had already stood up and shook her silver-gray hair behind her.
Seeing this, Mil instantly broke out in a cold sweat...
Doesn't that mean she heard their entire conversation just now?
However, Diana didn't mind; instead, she turned to Mil and said:
"Don't worry... Mil, I trust you."
Trust my foot!
He had almost activated the Demon God's Seal just now...
After speaking, Diana again drew her sword and pointed it at Aserville:
"Stop, Aserville! It's full of Holy Knights outside!"
"Don't worry... They won't find this place; all paths connecting to the inner nest have been sealed off!"
Black Magician Aserville didn't seem worried about Diana waking up;
His cloak fluttered slightly, and his hand, wearing black protective gear, pulled out a magic tool crafted from black iron rings:
"Your Highness Diana, do you still remember this?"
Diana frowned but couldn't recognize what it was. Instead, Mil gritted his teeth and cursed:
"Bastard! Why... is it in your hands?"
Aserville glanced at Mil and said:
"Why do you think over 30 Holy Knights couldn't escape? Look closely, this is the Nightmare Wheel, a magic tool created by Theron, the chief disciple of Black Mage Ibon, during the Fourth Black Magic Crown War."
As he spoke, he pulled out another black magic stone from his hand and embedded it into the magic tool, and a purple light spread outwards;
The alchemical circuits on his mask lit up one by one, and when he embedded the pitch-black magic stone into the wheel, the ancient runes on the cave walls simultaneously glowed with an eerie purple light:
"This magic tool, having lost its core magic stone, was unrecognized by anyone and had been changing hands in the black market... Later, for some reason, it fell into the hands of an Abyssal fanatic disguised as a carpenter and was seized by the Tribunal."
"Bullshit! You're the one who doesn't recognize its value!"
Mil cursed angrily, but when he looked back, he saw Diana, propped up by her sword, slowly collapsing, exhausted...
Someone who just woke up, just falls asleep again?
He rushed forward, supporting Diana, shaking her shoulder frantically, but he couldn't wake her up.
Aserville shook his head and said:
"It's useless! The Holy Sword's blessing still depends on the wielder's own strength; she's too young..."