Chapter 86 After the War

Wow——

Showers were falling in drizzle.

The weather on the island is changeable, and the dark clouds last night turned into a short shower near sunrise.

In the hall on the first floor of the central castle.

Colin stood by the window, staring at the remains of the ruins outside, which were covered in a hazy mist by the rain curtain.

Thanks to this shower.

The flames ignited in the Wizarding Territory and even Black Rock City gradually extinguished without causing greater damage.

"hiss--"

An apprentice next to him was applying medicine to his own wound...burns caused by flames were not as easy to treat as other conventional wounds.

The apprentice's arm was burned and a huge blister appeared. After he popped it, light yellow tissue fluid flowed out...

Around him, there were many wounded people like him.

Some injuries are more serious, some injuries are less serious...

Colin looked back.

After the witch formation's protective shield was broken.

Colin originally thought that they would form a "king vs. king, vs. general" situation with Aman's group of monsters.

They may even stalemate with each other for a while.

But I never thought that the battle would become fierce in an instant...

That moment was the climax and the finale.

That mountainous area is just the stage for Aman and Lapp.

These apprentices may not even be considered an audience.

Colin sighed slightly in his heart.

After endless light.

When he came back to his senses from the ruins, all he saw were broken walls and dead and injured apprentices.

In the aftermath of such a battle.

The apprentices, like those dark red monsters, are extremely fragile.

He doesn't understand...

What is the meaning of having these apprentices gathered there?

Is it just waiting to be injured by the aftermath of the battle?!

But soon, he shook his head again.

If it develops normally.

These apprentices should wait in the witch formation until the projection of the Lord of Flesh and Thorns disappears, and then go out to deal with the remaining dark red monsters and clean up the battlefield...

But who would have thought that Aman could actually deceive the defense of the witch formation, so the battle situation suddenly changed.

Colin rubbed the white crystal pendant on his chest through his witch robe and felt inexplicably emotional.

'Blackstone Island is just a cage after all...'

What if the sacrifice ceremony of the Flesh and Thorn Cult was not discovered in advance and was successfully held.

The evil god projection summoned must be stronger!

If it's so strong that it exceeds the upper limit of what Rapp Wizard can handle...

Then, no matter where they hide on the island, wizard apprentices like them will end up dead.

The only way to survive is probably to escape to the sea... although this seems more like a dead end.

‘Perhaps it’s time to buy a boat and learn some necessary witchcraft at sea.’ Colin thought to himself.

With his current strength, if he went to sea alone, he would still have a narrow escape, but it would no longer be a dead end like when he was an intermediate apprentice.

If you encounter a truly irresistible danger, going to sea is your last hope.

"Colin." Berkeley suddenly walked closer, "Wizard Lapp wants to see you."

He looked a little tired, but the witch robe on his body was still clean and tidy.

"Okay." Colin nodded in response, his expression calm and not too surprised.

After cleaning the battlefield and helping rescue the wounded, he went to Berkeley to report the vision he saw before Aman broke into the shield - the monster that sublimated into a red mist and merged into Aman's body, and a touch of golden light mixed in the red mist.

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... Before he could leave the island, the Lapp School and him both prospered and suffered losses.

Such important information should not be concealed.

Berkeley nodded slightly and led him through the apprentices to the end of the hall, passed the gray and black corridor, and came to the study at the end.

open the door.

In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, the Lapp wizard was standing with his back to them.

Outside the window is a delicate lawn and several lush trees.

It was almost sunrise at this time, the sky was dim, the rain had stopped, and a faint trace of rich golden light appeared at the end of the field of vision.

"Teacher Rapp." Berkeley greeted respectfully.

"Teacher Rapp." Colin also greeted him.

As the leader of the school, Wizard Lapp is also the common teacher for all of them.

"Yes." Lapu responded slightly and turned around slowly.

Under the gray hood is the face of an ordinary middle-aged man, and his sideburns show that he has white hair.

At this time, his face was unnaturally pale, but the witch robe was intact and no injuries could be seen.

"Describe to me the scene you saw in detail." He walked to the bench behind the desk and sat down, looking at Colin and said.

"Okay, Mr. Rapp." Colin slowly spoke.

The originally dark room gradually became brighter as time went by, and a golden window gradually broke in.

If you look up and through the stained glass window, you can see a golden sun rising from the deep blue sea in the distance.

The night recedes and dawn has arrived.

"Well, I understand."

After listening to his story, Wizard Lapp did not reveal much emotion, but frowned.

Then he ordered them to leave.

Walk out of the study and go to the long corridor.

"Your Excellency Berkeley, I will go back to Black Rock City first." Colin turned to bid farewell to Berkeley.

"Um."

Berkeley nodded slightly and watched Colin gradually walk away along the corridor.

In the study room.

The Lapp wizard sat back on the bench.

The dawn light came from the stained glass window behind him, shrouding him in shadow.

He sighed slightly, adjusted his sitting posture, and relaxed slightly.

It was also at this time that the traces of nearly three hundred years could be seen in his slightly rickety figure.

He panted slightly.

The pain from the abdominal wound consumed his little energy.

Wrinkles like vines appeared on his pale face, bags under his eyes drooped, and his forehead was no longer smooth...

In just an instant, he changed from a middle-aged man to an octogenarian old man.

He took a breath, sighed briefly, covered his abdomen, and sat up straight.

Those newly formed ravines retreated as quickly as an illusion.

He looked like a middle-aged man again, but his complexion was even paler.

Lifting the palm covering his abdomen, Lapu frowned slightly.

The fingers were not stained with blood——

Instead, they were some bloody, slender, bright red meat shreds that were constantly twisting like maggots!
To be continued...