Sorcerer’s Handbook

The assassination expert sensed something and slowly turned his head, just in time to see a gigantic spider emerge from the Reverse Golden Rain.

Its body was like obsidian, with eyes more brilliant than rubies—eight in total. Its mouthparts were densely packed with razor-sharp fangs, capable of instantly paralyzing the courage of all onlookers.

On the fluffy back of the spider, a figure sat crossed-legged. Before Amodo could make out his face, the Octo-eye Spider enveloped Amodo’s body with its silk—

“Crumbling Fang Pillar!”

“Mechanical Mind!”

“Earth Barrier!”

Realizing it was a matter of life and death, the expert unleashed several Defensive Miracles in an attempt to prolong his life. However, all attacks and defenses were in vain; the white spider silk, seemingly transparent, effortlessly passed through all obstacles and slowly wrapped around Amodo. It looked less like Amodo was caught by the silk and more like he had willingly fallen into it.

The moment he touched the silk, Amodo’s mind began to scatter.

His thoughts drifted far and wide; he saw himself killing Ashe, earning a substantial amount of Points, finding his destined partner in the Gospel, then getting promoted to a Sanctuary Sorcerer, becoming a shareholder at the Bliss and Comfort Firm, and founding his own Family in Azura…

But he couldn’t break free.

Because this was his Destiny.

Destiny… weaving…

Amodo’s eyes gradually turned lifeless as the spider silk tightly bound him and then threw him to the rear support troops. Bird dragons, fire dragons, and fish dragons joyously devoured this prey. Compared to the native species of the Time Continent, the unrefined Souls of sorcerers, not baptized by hell, were like heavily oiled, salted, and spiced fried food, highly favored by Knowledge Creatures.

The commander on the Octo-eye Spider paid no heed to this unfortunate passerby. He glanced at the tire tracks on the muddy ground, his eyes conveying a sense of frustration.

Really can run, huh? Has he mastered advanced Logistics Magic?

Spectator Danzel gazed at the Reverse Golden Rain before him, his vision seemingly piercing through the curtain of rain, fixated on that frantically speeding convertible.

To set up an ambush for Blaido, the Star Shepherd, they had meticulously prepared for over a dozen rounds.

The Star Hall is not among the strongest forces in the six countries. If they could eliminate Blaido, a leading heroic soul and an Incarnation of the Stars, then the Spider Pavilion could take the opportunity to occupy parts of the Star Hall’s Area.

However, if Blaido managed to escape back, the ambush would be a total failure. Even if Blaido lost a large number of troops, it was a peaceful period, and the six countries had abundant resources, allowing the Star Hall to quickly reassemble a force for Blaido.

They had to continue the pursuit and prevent him from escaping back into Star Hall’s rounds. They must either kill him during the Spider Pavilion’s rounds or trap him in the Spider Pavilion’s Area until the next round!

Although they hadn’t caught up yet, Danzel had been deliberately limiting the direction of the escape to prevent Blaido from fleeing toward the Star Hall Area.

As long as the opponent remained in the Spider Pavilion Area, defeat was only a matter of time…

Danzel opened the map of the Spider Pavilion and suddenly his gaze sharpened; they were near a special building.

They couldn’t possibly…

This “couldn’t possibly” thought had just crossed his mind when the ‘Red Cap Guerilla’, responsible for scouting, saw the car charge into the cabin area, and the three people inside immediately got out and went inside.

Soon, the Spider Pavilion Legion completely surrounded the cabin, but the power of the Virtual Realm prevented Knowledge Creatures from entering the courtyard, leaving hundreds of armed forces to merely spectate from outside.

Danzel fell into thought.

Firstly, a heroic soul would absolutely not seek refuge in a special building, as it would be pointless—once the Chariot of the Bull departed, time would come to a standstill, and staying in the special building would be akin to sitting ducks.

Moreover, heroic souls would instinctively avoid special buildings, which seemed to bear signs that read ‘Commanders and Dogs Not Allowed’, making heroic souls inherently disinclined to enter.

Although Danzel had retrieved a fragment of his Soul from hell to fill the void within, his way of thinking was still in the mode of a heroic soul, with his mental “double room” only housing two tenants: logical reasoning and absolute rationality.

“Heroic souls would not enter a special building.”

“So, they are not heroic souls.”

“They are Sorcerers who have killed a heroic soul commander and obtained the Soul Summoning spirit, hence mistakenly believing themselves to be heroic souls.”

After shifting his perspective, Danzel noticed several suspicious points: they had no accompanying troops, the three of them moved together, they were riding strange alchemical machinery, and their appearances did not match any other Star Hall commanders… They likely were not heroic souls.

This meant that Blaido was already dead.

But the Incarnation of the Stars still existed, and Spectator Danzel’s orders were to destroy the Incarnation of the Stars, now residing within a Sorcerer. His task was not yet complete.

Moreover, since they were Sorcerers, it meant they could disconnect from the Virtual Realm inside the building and safely return to reality, potentially ensuring his mission’s failure.

However, while Danzel would not enter the Virtual Realm building, the operational rules of all buildings within the Spider Pavilion territory were already marked on the map.

After a brief review, he realized he might still have a chance to rectify the situation.

As he pondered, another Sorcerer blundered into his troops. Naturally, this unwelcome visitor was quickly dispatched by the Red Cap Guerilla and the Bluebeard Breakers.

If this had been another force’s troops, the Sorcerer might have had a chance to escape, but the Spider Pavilion’s armed forces were experts at control and restraint. In Danzel’s long millennium of campaigning, no one had ever escaped the pursuit of the Spider Pavilion troops.

This was the only fish that had slipped through the net.

After reaching his conclusion, Danzel left the Octo-eye Spider and headed towards the cabin alone.

Accompanying troops could not enter special buildings, but a heroic soul commander who was once a Sorcerer still retained the privilege to enter Virtual Realm buildings.

Ordinary heroic soul commanders would absolutely not take such action, as their hollow hearts were not enough to enable them to act opportunistically. Only heroic souls who had retrieved a few seconds of heartbeat from hell, gaining a semblance of humanity, could possess this ‘reckless abandon’.

The moment he pushed open the cabin door, Danzel felt lighter, as if something had vanished, and numerous thoughts in his mind fell into silence.

Inside the cabin were six people: a man and a woman confronting each other, another woman shivering in a corner, and three people calmly spectating.

What was impossible to ignore was that the three spectators looked exactly like the three who were confronting and trembling.

As Danzel walked in, the confronting man and woman both looked over and asked in unison:

“Who are you?”

“Just like you,” Danzel looked at the three strangers in front of him. “Someone who has lost their memory.”

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