Impressionistic Villain: Achieving Wizarding Supremacy Through Experimentation

Chapter 78: No survivors and Sillian's despair! And... the dignified old man...

The few remaining dark wizard apprentices, barely clinging to life, were terrified as they watched Old Man Evans approach step by step, radiating the terrifying pressure of a formal wizard!

Their survival instinct made them want to tell everything they knew!

As for Hick's curse?

Whether they die someday or now, they had no choice but to accept being ruthlessly abandoned.

However, just as they struggled to speak, their voices almost bursting from their throats—

Their bodies suddenly stiffened!

Their eyes instantly lost all light, and like rag dolls whose souls had been ripped out, they all collapsed to the ground, lifeless!

"this……"

The white wizard apprentices, supporting each other, were speechless with horror at the bizarre and terrifying scene before them.

"Hmph!" Old Master Evans's face was ashen, his voice icy. "It seems... their master never intended to leave any survivors. These guys have been abandoned."

He knew in his heart that this was Hick's backup plan, but his expression was still extremely ugly.

"grown ups……"

The apprentice who once angrily rebuked York and ultimately killed the "traitor" is now barely able to stand up, his voice hoarse and full of resentment, thanks to the old man's help in dispelling the miasma in his body.

"These corpses...aren't there even the slightest clues?"

Grandpa Evans shook his head heavily: "Their methods were ruthless and decisive. Their souls were completely annihilated before they could even speak. As for these bodies..."

He gave a wry smile, tinged with helplessness: "I'm not an expert in this area. I can only keep it sealed away and wait for your two factions to send someone to handle it later."

The seven remaining apprentices fell into a deathly silence.

The result is suffocating, yet it is also a cold reality.

Looking at this group of wounded and shaken young people, old man Evans' eyes were filled with grief and self-reproach:

"I... I thought you went to an exchange meeting, I never imagined... that such a tragedy would happen on my territory... Sigh—"

Upon hearing this, the surviving apprentices' faces instantly filled with embarrassment and shame.

Unbeknownst to the owner, a creature went "treasure hunting" on someone else's property, resulting in a major disaster that the owner had to clean up the mess...

They were almost overwhelmed by immense guilt.

"Now that this has already happened, I..."

Before Mr. Evans could finish speaking, a heart-wrenching sob, filled with despair and the last glimmer of hope, came from the entrance to the canyon.

"Ri... Rio—!!!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Sirian stumbling into view.

She was covered in mud and blood, her robe was torn in many places by thorns, her magic was obviously completely exhausted from rushing, and her body was so exhausted that she was about to collapse, and every step felt like stepping on a knife's edge.

Seeing her like this, the surviving apprentices felt a pang of sadness, as if something was blocking their throats, and they couldn't say anything.

Although their senses were blurred in the Soul-Eating Miasma, they would never forget the blinding white light that tore through the darkness and Silian's heartbreaking, desperate scream.

Everyone understood that the light emanating from the space stone could only belong to Leo Rells.

Now, seeing Silian return alone and in a sorry state, Leo's fate... is self-evident.

Sillian's gaze swept over her companions who were supporting each other, and finally locked onto old man Evans, as if she had grasped at the last straw.

"Lord Evans!"

She staggered forward a few steps, her voice trembling uncontrollably, forcing out a smile that looked worse than crying.

"Leo...how is Leo? He...he's alright, right? He...he must be hiding, just playing a joke on me...right?"

Looking at the girl in front of him, who was clearly on the verge of collapse but was still stubbornly wiping away her endless tears, with a last glimmer of desperate hope in her eyes, Mr. Evans felt as if his heart was being gripped tightly.

He spoke with difficulty, his voice hoarse and heavy:

"My child...you...sigh...please...please accept my condolences..."

The words "please accept my condolences" are like the cruelest judgment!

Sirian froze on the spot!

As if struck hard by an invisible giant hammer, the smile on her face froze and shattered.

Those eyes, which had just been burning with a faint flame of hope, were instantly swallowed up by boundless darkness.

Tears, like a burst dam, surged down, washing deep furrows into her mud-covered face.

"No...no..."

She shook her head violently, her voice sharp and broken, as if she were refuting something, or perhaps pleading with herself.

"This isn't...this isn't real! You're lying to me! You're all lying to me! It's a joke...it must be Leo's prank!"

She suddenly began to nervously look around, forcing a distorted smile onto her face, her voice becoming unusually soft, yet sending chills down one's spine:

"Leo? Leo! I...I saw you! Please...please don't hide! I was wrong...I'll never doubt you and Andy again...really...never again...come out...please...we...we'll go home...okay?"

She called out again and again to the empty canyon, to the cold rocks, to the pervasive smell of blood, her voice gradually changing from a soft plea to a heart-wrenching cry.

Gazing at the girl, tears streaming down her face, her soul seemingly ripped away, as she futilely reached out to the void, calling out to someone who could never answer, the surviving apprentices felt as if their hearts were being torn apart. Guilt and grief suffocated them into silence.

They knew that Leo had given up his life for her.

Old Mr. Evans knew he couldn't let her wallow in this illusory denial any longer, or she would surely suffer a mental breakdown.

He sighed heavily, stepped forward, his voice carrying an undeniable sorrow and strength:

"Child! Leo... is dead."

All of Sirian's voices suddenly fell silent!

She was like a tearful statue frozen in time, with only her shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

The silence was deathly still, so heavy it crushed every breath of air in the canyon.

Old Master Evans's gaze swept over the deep-seated hatred in the eyes of the surviving apprentices, and his voice suddenly became like tempered steel, each word striking at Silyan's already shattered heart:

"But! Child! The murderer who killed Leo! The mastermind behind the slaughter of your companions! Is still at large!"

He stared intently at Sirian's trembling back, his expression solemn, his voice booming like a bell:

"The most important thing now is to survive! To find the real culprit! To pay for Leo! To avenge all our fallen comrades!"

Old Master Evans' words resounded like thunder in the canyon, each word carrying immense force, striking hard against Sillian's already shattered heart!

"A blood debt must be paid in blood!"

These four words, with their icy, metallic quality and the scorching heat of a volcanic eruption, instantly pierced through the abyss of consciousness that had been submerged in despair and tears.

"Leo, I will find the murderer, I will definitely find the murderer! I will personally behead the person behind this, and use his soul to light your path to the truth!"

With her tears dried, Ryan clenched her intact hand tightly, refusing to let go even though it was bleeding profusely.

Seeing that Si Rui'an's emotions were gradually stabilizing, but her whole demeanor had become as cold as a frozen pool, the apprentices breathed a sigh of relief. In any case, she was better now than before.

Looking at Sirian in front of him, Old Master Evans' eyes were filled with... mockery.