The Bizarre Wizarding World

"Sure," Colin replied.

Then he looked at her with a serious tone, "But you must understand, Connie, this is your own choice, and whatever the consequences, you must bear them yourself."

Although Wild and the others had just come out from there with a high likelihood of safety, some things still needed to be clarified in advance.

"Okay, Sir Colin," Connie paused before responding.

Colin nodded, then they both walked towards the interior of the theater.

"Sir Colin, are you planning to go to the Holy Flame Kingdom afterwards?" Wild asked Colin on the way.

"Yes," Colin nodded and added, "Thanks to Connie for providing the horses."

"No need for thanks," Connie quickly responded, her face beaming with a smile.

Wild looked at her helplessly, then turned to Colin and hesitated before continuing,

"Sir Colin, perhaps I have a better way to reach the Holy Flame Kingdom."

A better way?

Colin stopped and turned to look at Wild.

Wild paused before he continued.

"Sir Colin, according to my method, perhaps you could reach the Holy Flame Kingdom by tomorrow…"

"What will I need to pay?" Colin interrupted him.

"No, no…" Wild hurriedly waved his hands, sincerely saying, "You don't have to give anything, I just have a small request… Of course, this request doesn't affect anything, whether you agree to it or not, I will still tell you this method truthfully."

"Okay," Colin nodded, then quickly added, "I know your request."

Wild's request was merely for him to help take care of the theater… which wasn't contradictory to his own plans.

He wasn't in a hurry to know what the better method to the Holy Flame Kingdom was, he continued,

"Let's first go and see the scene."

Joy clearly appeared on Wild's face.

"Yes," he replied curtly, containing his emotions.

Passing through a narrow passage, they saw the stage of the theater.

Colin looked around, then paced towards the stage to closely inspect it, before turning to Wild to ask.

"Are you sure what you saw previously was a tower of flesh made from arms and legs, with countless eyes at the very top?"

"I'm sure, Sir Colin," Wild responded without hesitation.

Looking around, Colin frowned slightly.

The spacious theater, neatly arranged in arcs of red upholstered chairs, the natural wood stage, and the thick dark red curtains behind it.

Everything seemed ordinary… yet, where the Tower of Conor Reeves should have stood complete on the stage, now there was only a dark brown mottled bloodstain.

Swoosh!

Detect Evil!

A magical light poured from his palm, spreading around.

The next second, some dark red traces quietly emerged.

"What is this?" Wild's pupils shrank.

Connie swallowed her saliva.

The scene in the theater was overall less disgusting than she had imagined, with no severed limbs, just a large pool of dark brown mottled bloodstains.

Yet, this terrifying bloodstain, combined with the empty, dimly lit theater hall, sent shivers down one's spine.

It felt as though creepy eyes might be hidden behind each red upholstered chair, in each dark shadowy corner, and even on the ancient ceiling, secretly watching you.

Colin frowned slightly, observing carefully.

The dark red trace, starting from where Conor Reeves previously was, spread towards the heavy curtains behind the stage.

If it wasn't for the wooden stage's natural wood color showing no bloodstains, he might think that the Tower of Conor Reeves had suddenly become sentient and decided to move toward the curtains behind the stage.

No…no, the absence of bloodstains didn't necessarily mean no passage…

At that moment, as if to verify his guess.

Whoosh—

Like a breeze across a wheat field, that dark red curtain moved without wind, rippling.

Colin's expression tightened and he subconsciously extended his right hand.

Buzz—

A black scepter engraved with dark golden patterns appeared in his hand.

Immediately, a flash of Spiritual Light passed.

He fortified himself with a Steel Temperature Resistance Field, equivalent to a First Rank Basic Level witchcraft.

Seeming to think of something, he once again swung the Foolishness Scepter, blessing Connie and her father with a Steel Temperature Resistance Field.

"Leave quickly," he ordered in a deep voice.

A sense of discomfort transmitted vaguely from his soul grew stronger...

Behind that curtain, there must be something!

It was at this time that Colin finally confirmed that he had indeed been targeted by the inexplicable presence in the theater.

Immense malice brewed behind the curtain, concentrating on him like a bone-deep carbuncle!

"Yes!" Wild did not hesitate and quickly pulled Connie along as they made their way back by a longer route.

The empty theater was eerily quiet, filled only with the sounds of Wild and Connie's footsteps and their panting.

They had yet to reach the passageway on the left side of the audience area.

Bang!

Colin swung his hand, sending a blazing Fireball towards the curtain behind the stage in a probing attack.

The Fireball broke and ignited the dark red curtain like tinder in a fierce fire!

Using the blazing light, Colin clearly saw that behind the curtain of the stage there was nothing.

The next moment.

Hiss!!

A creepy sound transmitted, and Colin's hair stood on end.

The sound was coming from the ceiling!

He stepped to the left and looked up.

A creature made of countless limbs and severed arms appeared in his vision!

Upon closer inspection, that creature's exposed skin was densely embedded with countless eyeballs, almost one every few inches!

All those eyeballs, originally tightly closed, now opened widely due to the assault, with bloodshot whites and black pupils moving chaotically, finally focusing on Colin.

At that instant, an invisible mental assault was released.

The residual impact spread, causing Wild and Connie, not far away, to suddenly groan and stagger a bit.

However, it seemed that the Steel Temperature Resistance Field was effective as they paused only briefly before continuing to run outside.

But Colin, who bore the brunt, was not so fortunate, his face deathly pale, with fresh blood leaking from the corner of his mouth and a buzzing noise in his head.

Among the original witchcraft that made up the Steel Temperature Resistance Field, only the Hope Defense Field had some minor mental defense effects.

Facing the multieyed limb creature's attack now revealed this vulnerability undoubtedly.

Boom!

The multieyed limb creature viciously lunged forward but missed, crashing into the stage and smashing the wooden floor into a large pit.

Though Colin was affected by the mental assault, his body continued the dodging maneuver, and the reflexes of an Ultimate Knight enabled him to perfectly evade.

The multieyed limb creature adjusted its posture and turned its "guns" again towards Colin.

Its eyeballs began to whirl chaotically again.

This couldn't go on!

At this sight, Colin bit hard on the tip of his tongue, the pain in his body slightly alleviating the dizziness in his brain.

Without hesitation, he swung the Foolishness Scepter, increasing the cost paid!

The next moment!

A fireball the size of a person shot rapidly towards the multieyed limb creature.

Bang!!

Flames soared up, forming a giant sphere that enveloped the multieyed limb creature.

The flesh of those limbs charred instantly under the scorching flames; the creature, in agonizing pain, thrashed wildly trying to extinguish the flames, desperately struggling and flailing its multitude of arms and legs, running in all directions.

But under Colin's control, the flames clung to it like a stubborn disease, always enveloping it.

In just a short while, the multieyed limb creature gradually lost its life force, collapsing in the corner of the stage, curled into a ball and burned by the flames.

By now, several spots on the stage had caught fire, but Colin waved his hand to extinguish them, focusing his energy on burning the multieyed limb creature until it was completely reduced to charred ashes before he ceased.

This creature was weaker than he had envisioned.

If one disregarded the mental attack, it seemed to have only the power of a Peak Apprentice...

Or to put it another way, the mental attack was perhaps just about the level of a Peak Wizard Apprentice, but because it specifically targeted his vulnerability, it felt formidable.

But what exactly was this multieyed limb creature?

The information recorded in the Knowledge Crystal Ball did not mention that the Tower of Conor Reeves' ritualistic Flesh Tower could become animate?

Moreover... this creature lacked the distinctive aura of a demon.

Slowly stepping forward, Colin approached the remains of the multieyed limb creature.