Chapter 1129: Scorpion (6200 6400 Supplement)

Hiss!

The corrosive attack from a Formal Warlock caused the nearby soil, rocks, and trees to rot away entirely, turning into pools of viscous liquid; a foul odor spread, instantly transforming the surrounding area into a swampy terrain.

However, within this man-made swamp, a human figure stood up.

"To actually use a dispersion technique... kid, not bad..."

A sneering voice rang out.

"Impossible! Even a Formal Warlock, having been struck by my Corrosive Arrow, shouldn't be able to..." Charlemagne's voice was filled with extreme terror.

The next moment, he saw the pitch-black figure rush out from the swamp, palm flicking out to strike him with a boneless, fluid motion!

"I'll listen to you, Linda!"

A Formal Warlock of the Misri Family—Turin, had returned to the Aderson Continent.

His eyes suddenly widened, filled with bloodshot veins: "Why... why force me?"

"Is this the strength of a Level 1 Warlock? Too weak..."

"What a greedy little fellow... and quite bold, too."

Regardless, the situation regarding this target of the curse was far too Weird.

Night fell.

Aaron yawned and glanced at the curse mark on the back of his hand: "However... I still have time; let's wait a bit longer, let's see..."

As time passed, year after year flew by.

"The curse is related to one's status..."

A feeling of being unable to escape washed over him.

"Oh? Not bad!"

To the ordinary people on the Aderson Continent, they had no idea what a Formal Warlock represented.

"So many high-level existences?"

Line after line of text emerged from the emerald-green pages, with blood even continuously seeping out from below.

"Origin, origin?"

Aaron left the semi-abandoned castle directly and arrived at another lakeside villa vacation home.

It couldn't help but let out a whimper: "I am willing to admit my mistake... I am willing to offer compensation!"

Charlemagne wanted to say something more, but as he opened his mouth, he could only spit out large clots of blood and filth: "You won... but you think... you can take everything... keep dreaming! You must know... what I am best at... is still the discipline of curses!"

The scorpion's back split open, revealing an eyeball: "What a delicious treat... since the contractor has offered up his everything, I... the Scorpion of Manning, shall also curse his enemy... the enemy is... eh?!"

It could even allow the weak to overcome the strong and achieve all sorts of incredible feats.

It was once again the annual day for Apprentice selection.

They rarely even made a move in their daily lives.

He took out the "Curse Book of Ailan" and placed it on the desk.

The eyeball on the scorpion's back turned, discovering a gray beak almost pressing against its own eyeball.

The first reason for this was naturally because the seal was effective.

Then... her plan failed quite shamefully.

Aaron thought about the scorpion he had encountered and felt it was just average.

A black-robed Apprentice looked at the scenery outside, disappointment flashing across his face: "The thin Chaos Power in this air is simply suffocating me!"

A terrifying curse was formed.

Another chubby Apprentice said: "We finally scraped together the money for the tickets, we must act as soon as possible... the Airship will wait for us for at most half a month! Where should we start?"

A major event also occurred during this period.

And then, he just waited for the news of the other party dying of old age...

But this time, the palm, shaped like a bird's beak, directly tore through the illusory blood-colored robe and landed on Charlemagne.

Subsequently, on Aaron's body, one after another, curses of extreme density emerged!

Among them, there was the figure of a mutilated woman, traces of scales from a giant snake could be seen... and there was even a pair of tattered wings that blotted out the sky, embracing Aaron from both sides, as if some kind of protection.

"Some high-level existences... such as Warlocks above Level 7... the places they have stayed, the things they have done... all have a certain probability of becoming a 'Ritual', causing those who stumble in to be cursed... when the status reaches a Level 8 Warlock, this probability becomes 'inevitable'!"

"Would rather have your avatar die than speak those two names?"

The next moment, Aaron reached out his hand and grabbed this scorpion that existed between reality and illusion: "Since you helped Charlemagne curse me, you are my enemy; why should I let my enemy go?"

Unlike that fraud Charlemagne, Turin, this old woman, was a Warlock who had lived to the end of her lifespan; both her willpower and combat experience were extremely rich, and in her madness during her twilight years, it was perfectly normal for her to do anything to ensure the status of her family.

"So this is the Aderson Continent, the place where Father once lived? It's not that great, is it?"

He steadied his mind and continued reading, discovering that the art of cursing was indeed treacherous; for ordinary people and Warlock Apprentices below the caster, it was almost a guaranteed kill!

With just one move, Charlemagne was severely wounded!

Aaron stood where he was, a layer of fine, pitch-black snake scales on his right hand slowly fading away.

But for those Warlock families, the weight of the 'Hermes Wings' in their hearts had been infinitely elevated.

"I... offer my life as an Offering, to curse the enemy before me!"

She had lived for a long time, reaching the point where even the methods of a Warlock could no longer extend her life, and she could only return to her homeland to wait for death.

"When encountering a high-level curse, it is simply impossible to undo... unless—you use status to resist status!"

"This is very simple..."

The second reason is probably that his essence is special?

If it were an ordinary Warlock, they might not be able to persist for even a few days within these layers of illusions!

"Interesting... interesting..."

The eyeball of the Manning Scorpion suddenly closed: "Is it still okay for me to go back now?"

It was just a weak, pitiful, and helpless witchcraft creature that didn't want to get involved in the struggle of so many big shots at all—the scorpion would die!

"No!"

Even after this news spread, he waited for ten years before going out to operate under the identity of Hermes Wings.

The next instant, the eyeball expanded to its limit, countless blood vessels within it wriggling like earthworms... finally... Boom!!!

A terrifying explosion was formed.

And after hearing that Hermes Wings might possess a Formal Warlock, this old Warlock disregarded his aged body and searched the Aderson Continent for Aaron's tracks.

It is precisely because of ignorance that one can live happily.

——Snake Scale Technique!

Linda smiled slightly: "Regarding this, you don't need to worry; I have the contact information for Hermes Wings on hand!"

"Our Manning Scorpion clan are natural cursed creatures... This 'Curse Book of Ailan' was originally written by a high-level Warlock and was later mortgaged to me by one of his descendants..."

"Among the many known cursed creatures, the most suitable ones to contract as a Magic Pet are the Cursed Raven and the Manning Scorpion!"

Night.

Aaron accepted this thick volume: "I forgive you... Next, tell me the origin of that woman and the snake, and you can go..."

After all... even the most powerful Warlock families only have old antiques who are Advanced Warlock Apprentices hidden in the family, and by relying on a few Bloodline Items made by ancestors, they can barely unleash a few powerful attacks.

He had a premonition that he might have encountered a high-level curse!

As for why he hadn't died yet?

It felt like slipping away...

Teams of carriages loaded with hope sent children gifted with talent to the Star Highlands.

The Curse Book introduced that most curses slowly weaken with the passage of time.

Not only that, the flesh and blood on his body shriveled in an instant, turning into a dried corpse...

And on the cover of the book, there was a lock in the shape of a red-eyed scorpion.

"Block it!"

Pfft!

A large hole was torn open in his chest, and his bright red, beating heart was vaguely visible.

After all, there is an energy consumption issue involved here.

But the next moment, this face seemed to come alive, carrying an expression of extreme terror: "Save me... save me... please..."

A cold sneer appeared on the corner of Aaron's mouth as he addressed the red-eyed jade scorpion: "I think you're tired of living, daring to blackmail me?"

Aaron muttered, withdrawing the snake scale defense on his body: "It seems... it appears, perhaps, that I've provoked something incredible..."

Therefore, Aaron chose to lay low.

Charlemagne's expression was ferocious as he spat out the final incantation: "Manning!!!"

In the blink of an eye, fifty years passed.

Merely the shockwave alone turned the nearby ancient castle into ruins.

"Once, a Level 4 Warlock broke into XXXX, and then... he only lasted for ten years before turning into a pool of pus and blood under the watchful eyes of many Warlocks!"

But for him, the important information was just those few sentences.

Every page of the book seemed to be carved directly from jade, carrying a magnificent and beautiful feeling.

"It seems... the Aderson Continent being abandoned by Warlocks is not just because of its barrenness?"

Just as Aaron was about to open this Curse Book, that emerald-green scorpion actually came to life, waving its two large pincers at him, hissing in its mouth.

The rest could only be considered average, at most providing some slight reference due to the differences in dimensions.

A feeling of danger arrived, making Aaron involuntarily retreat several steps and release the scorpion in his hand.

Aaron flipped to the last page, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

A Formal Warlock could completely sweep across the entire Aderson Continent, yet failed against Hermes Wings; this was enough to make them raise the danger level of this organization, or even feel fear and apprehension...

And from the airship, several Warlock Apprentices with curious expressions in their eyes also walked down.

The clothes on his body were tattered, and looking inward from the damaged parts, similarly pitch-black scales were vaguely visible.

Frightened by him, the little scorpion hurriedly flicked its tail again, striking a pose that said "go ahead and look."

And now... these conditions were all extremely unfavorable to Aaron!

After chanting the word to open the curse, Charlemagne lowered his head, and the life aura on his body dissipated rapidly.

"So many..."

Aaron closed the Curse Book, and the little scorpion, having been taught a lesson, immediately used its tail to string the buckle together, sealing the entire book.

After a round of "repairs" with a crackling sound, the jade scorpion, which had become a size larger and had half the red light in its eyes disappear, took the initiative to release its tail, allowing the Curse Book to flip open to the title page.

On the title page, a sketch of a woman was depicted, the lines used were very soft, and one could see the beauty and health of this young girl.

Charlemagne dipped his fingers in blood and touched the tattoo on his cheek.

"I need... a book that introduces curses; the higher the grade, the better." Aaron thought for a moment and proposed the condition.

"Is it very powerful?"

"Demanding an Offering from me? Reading this book... requires the pure soul of an innocent person every hour?"

A look of deep disappointment appeared on Aaron's face: "Originally... I thought you could give me more fun..."

And the only kind of curse that never fades must involve an existence above a Level 7 Warlock!

Buzz, buzz!

The lamp light was dim.

Aaron smiled slightly; the Curse Book contained a great deal of content, and by studying it, even those with ordinary talent could potentially embark on the path of a Curse Master Warlock.

In the void, only a cyan scorpion tattoo remained.

Manning Scorpion introduced itself ingratiatingly.

Manning Scorpion immediately waved its tail stinger, and a segment of its tail fell off, transforming into a jade-green tome in mid-air.

Its eyeballs widened to the limit, as if it had seen something unbelievable.

But Aaron did not care about any of this.

As for the Contract with Charlemagne? That human had originally relied on shameless pestering to sign a Curse Contract with him, so its binding power over him was not great...

For example, Charlemagne's desperate strike... alright, that is a counterexample...

"Louis, you won't die if you say a little less."

Aaron simply avoided meeting them.

Another tall female Apprentice wearing a white robe showed a hint of gravity on her face: "My mother told me to come here to find the Hermes Wings; that organization possesses the method to purify the Bloodthirsty Bird Bloodline in our bodies!"

"But there exists something even more terrifying than a Life Curse..."

Blood light exploded around Charlemagne, forming a Scarlet robe.

"Traces left by a high-level existence?"

Suddenly!

It seemed to live in the void, and every joint on its body was vivid and lifelike.

"Among the many Curses, the one cast at the cost of abandoning one's life is the most terrifying type..."

Click, click!

The next moment, the scorpion tattoo on his face seemed to come alive, emitting the sound of mechanical gears meshing as it moved across his face.

"Cough, cough!"

"Our ancestors were once test subjects known as Demon Hunters; although we later became Warlock Apprentices and regained our fertility, the influence of the bloodline is simply too great... If we cannot purify our bloodline, we will never be able to advance to Formal Warlock in our entire lives!"

As a Curse Master, the most terrifying method is, without a doubt, to sacrifice one's own life to curse the enemy!

Besides this, the distance from the enemy also greatly affects the power of the Curse.

And looking at the situation here, even if it means a gecko severing its tail, one must slip away!

Aaron's expression remained unchanged as he turned to the first page: "The Curse is one of the eight major spell categories of Warlocks... it belongs to a quite Mysterious and difficult-to-master type... Next, I will explain the three major Elements of the Curse..."

"Since that is the case..."

A look of temptation appeared on Louis's face: "Why don't we..."

(End of this chapter)