Chapter 178: Slaughter, Temple, and Ancient Dark Magic

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Looking at the large patch of Puking Pastilles before him, Ciel unconsciously clenched his hands. To others, these might just be peculiar fruits that could fill one's belly. But for him, planting them would provide another piece of the puzzle toward Mythical-tier Vitality and Mythical-tier Strength. At the same time, only by obtaining Puking Pastilles could he satisfy the food requirements for taming trolls. The yield of Devil's Snare could increase. He had been stuck at the threshold to Platinum-tier magical perception for a long time, causing his magical mastery to stagnate with little progress. This was just the Platinum-tier threshold. Going further, the barriers for Diamond-tier and even Epic-tier would only be higher. If he didn't plan early to increase Devil's Snare production, he even suspected that by the final battle, he might not be able to raise his magical perception to Epic tier. Then his magical mastery would probably be stuck at quite an awkward position. Whether trying to kill Antonin Dolohov or change some people's fates, he would be inadequate. For this reason, he was determined to obtain the Puking Pastilles! However, he wasn't overwhelmed by the Puking Pastilles so close at hand. He saw that near the fields growing Puking Pastilles, some Quintapeds were still wandering about. But compared to the Quintapeds that had appeared on the beach, these were smaller in size. They seemed to be juveniles. Being too weak to participate in the siege at the beach, they could only stay here guarding the Puking Pastille fields. It seemed that for Quintapeds trapped on Drear Island, unable to eat human flesh, Puking Pastilles were their most important food source. He carefully observed these juvenile Quintapeds' movements. "One, two, three... Five total. They keep circling around without any intention of resting." This made his expression darken. Puking Pastilles were tuber-planted vegetation. To meet the planting needs of his lands on Sprout Island, he'd need to take enough Puking Pastilles from here to divide into that many tubers. Even wearing the Invisibility Cloak and carefully harvesting, these Quintapeds weren't fools. Seeing so many Puking Pastilles gone, they'd inevitably search inch by inch. This process would take too long, be too inefficient, and likely lead to accidents. He needed to get what he wanted before the Quintapeds at the beach were all killed by Voldemort. Cold light immediately churned in his eyes. "Without killing these five juvenile Quintapeds. It seems very difficult to harvest these Puking Pastilles." He didn't like taking risks. But sometimes, taking risks was to avoid having to take risks later. Getting Puking Pastilles would give his cultivation a foundation. This risk now seemed unavoidable. Moreover, before coming to Drear Island, he had made thorough preparations. Under the Invisibility Cloak, his head was surrounded by the Bubble-Head Charm's water bubble. The underwater enhancement effect had already triggered. Whether magical perception or magical strength, both had reached his current peak. Even his thought processes were clearer and sharper than usual. In his hand, Shadow Thorns' spikes gleamed coldly. Shadows were slowly writhing. After a moment's pause, he exchanged glances with Eugene. Then Eugene snapped his fingers. On the ground, soil suddenly rose up, and several stones flew hard toward these five juvenile Quintapeds. Sharp, piercing screams like children crying emerged from the Quintapeds' red fur. Then childlike heads extended from the red fur, making noisy cries. Five human hands waved furiously, smashing the stones to powder. Not only that, the Quintapeds were like magical spell machine guns. All five hands could cast spells. Streams of malicious magical power flew forward. Each one could probably make a person suffer tremendous pain. But at this time, behind them, shadow vortexes constructed by Shadow Thorns silently appeared on the ground. The writhing shadows instantly transformed into sharp blades, extending to the Quintaped closest to the shadows. Before it could react, the shadows, as solid as reality, gave a vicious twist. The childlike head extending from the red fur was severed and fell to the ground. Foul-smelling blood splattered everywhere. While Shadow Thorns assassinated like the most experienced killer, he also smoothly emerged from the shadow vortex. Almost simultaneously waving his wand, he used his currently strongest single-target killing spell. His wand slashed like a sword. "Sectumsempra! Sectum Sempra!" The razor-sharp curse was more masterful than when fighting Acromantulas before. Even facing Quintapeds far more vicious and eerie than Acromantulas, it displayed amazing power. Two juvenile Quintapeds' heads fell at the sound. At this time, he didn't even celebrate. While casting another Sectumsempra at the fourth juvenile Quintaped, he simultaneously pulled out his Beater's bat from his robes. He swung it violently. The air exploded. Overwhelming force travelled through the bat, striking hard against the juvenile Quintaped's body. No matter how fierce Quintapeds were, juvenile Quintapeds' physiques were just so-so. After all, once a Gryffindor student had captured a juvenile Quintaped with an iron cage and brought it back to Hogwarts. His strike could wrestle with the Kraken. Taking this hit, the juvenile Quintaped had only one fate. A series of flesh-exploding sounds rang out. Among the red fur, blood mist burst, and that eerie head also drooped down. In the blink of an eye, four juvenile Quintapeds beside the Puking Pastille field had died. The only exception was the one he had hit with his second Sectumsempra. It was hit but hadn't died immediately. A thin layer of flesh still remained on its neck, preventing the head from falling. It was still stubbornly persisting. This juvenile Quintaped stumbled toward the island's more central area. His expression turned ice-cold. Whatever it was trying to do, he couldn't let it leave. What if there were more juvenile or even adult Quintapeds in the island's centre that hadn't been lured to the beach? That would add difficulty to his Puking Pastille harvesting. He shouted, "Shadow Thorns!" The shadow-formed vortex appeared on the ground again. He stepped into the vortex. In the blink of an eye, he passed through the shadow passage, crossed a distance, and appeared not far behind that juvenile Quintaped. Taking a few more steps, he caught up. His wand slashed again without hesitation. "Sectumsempra!" Another Sectumsempra was cast. This juvenile Quintaped fell cleanly to the ground, no longer moving. Only then did he finally exhale softly. This way, no unexpected situations would affect his Puking Pastille harvesting in the short term. Just as he was about to turn back, his gaze penetrated the mottled leaves in the forest. He glimpsed a building standing in the direction the juvenile Quintaped had fled. That architectural style was solemn and magnificent. It seemed like a temple?! He was stunned. In all the texts he'd read, it was confirmed that before Quintapeds ran rampant, the island's two wizard families were typical wizards. In other words, they believed in no gods. Much less would they build any temples. How could there be temple-style architecture here? Unless the MacBoon family had built this temple after becoming Quintapeds. But this was even more incomprehensible. A temple built by Quintapeds. What were they worshipping? He unconsciously glanced at a corner of the temple building. He saw that the temple was covered everywhere with strange, eerie patterns. The moment he saw those patterns, he felt profound, intricate, evil yet ancient dark magic knowledge calling to him. On the system panel, a line of text was rapidly forming. [Ancient Dark Magic]!

Chapter 178: Slaughter, Temple, and Ancient Dark Magic

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