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“The Dark Magic Region is here!”

Merlin narrowed his eyes slightly. Completely ignoring Capace and Catherine, he quickly extended his Mind Power and began to search his surroundings.

He noticed that the mysterious runes carved on the ring were flashing continuously. At the same time, beams of light seemed to be appearing faintly in midair. Merlin could sense with his Mind Power that the peculiar strands of fluctuation had emerged faintly in the empty space of air, looking very similar to the runes on the ring.

“Could it be a Runic Magic Circle?”

A realization struck Merlin as he remembered the Runic Magic Circle constructed by powerful Spell Casters in the legends.

Only Mind Power was needed to drive a Magic Circle of this sort. Once it was activated, it could even transport a person up to hundreds and thousands of miles away. However, Merlin had very little understanding of runes, not to mention a Runic Magic Circle. As a result, he was unable to confirm whether there was a Runic Magic Circle here. Hence, it was necessary for him to test it by using the ring.

This ring would be the crux of finding the Dark Magic Region. Merlin had already understood vaguely that stimulating these runes with Mind Power would lead to unimaginable results.

Just as Merlin was preparing to use his Mind Power to stimulate the ring and find the Dark Magic Region, the Icelandic Wolf seemed to sense that Merlin was a great threat. Hence, it opened its jaws and spurted out a great gush of chilled air, which flew directly toward Merlin.

“Watch out!”

Capace and Catherine had been keeping their eyes on the Icelandic Wolf. Seeing how it had spurted out a breath of chilled air, they could not help but yell out to warn him.

“Get lost!”

Merlin frowned. He did not even look at the chilled air. A cluster of fireballs immediately shot out and collided brutally with the waft of chilled air.

“Sizzle…”

The chilled air and the flames intertwined unceasingly. Finally, they disappeared.

“Frost!”

A cold and detached look flashed across Merlin’s eyes. The Icelandic Wolf was getting in the way of his search for the Dark Magic Region so Merlin did not hold back. He immediately unleashed Frost.

“Crack!”

Although the Icelandic Wolf was made up of an accumulation of Ice Elements, Merlin’s Frost was extraordinary and was still able to freeze it. However, since the Elements involved were all Ice, it was very difficult for Frost to harm the Icelandic Wolf.

Immediately after, a gigantic fireball flew straight at the frozen Icelandic Wolf.

“Bang!”

Instantly, the fireball exploded and the tremendous force of impact blasted the Icelandic Wolf into smithereens. Meanwhile, the wild and violent flames caused the chilled air to evaporate and in the blink of an eye, the Icelandic Wolf was reduced into ashes.

“A Spell… Spell Caster?”

Capace and Catherine were both somewhat dumbstruck. They had never thought that Merlin, who had spent a few days with them, was a powerful Spell Caster. Furthermore, even the Icelandic Wolf who had pursued them so aggressively that they had to flee helter-skelter, had been immediately destroyed by Merlin just by lifting his hand.

Merlin had gotten rid of the Icelandic Wolf and it had been extremely easy for him. He did not give it a second thought. Rather, what he was focused on now was still the ring in his hands.

“Buzz, buzz, buzz.”

Using his Mind Power, Merlin ruthlessly simulated the mysterious runes on the ring, and they immediately unleashed a bright light. At the same time, a dazzling light began to appear in midair. It was so quick that Merlin’s entire body was enveloped in it.

“Just as I suspected, it’s a Runic Magic Circle!”

Merlin could vividly feel the presence of many mysterious runes around him, forming an incomparable abstruse Magic Circle, enveloping him in it.

“You don’t have qualities of a Spell Caster, just leave this place as quickly as you can…”

Merlin did not forget about Capace and Catherine. It was clear that these two people did not possess qualities of a Spell Caster but they had still come to the Kurdish Mountains in search of the Dark Magic Region. It was simply futile – they would not gain anything out of this.

He saw that they were not evil people, especially Catherine, who was innocent and unaffected. She reminded Merlin of Count Selin’s daughter, Shelly. It was only because of this that he had adviced them.

As to if had they left or not, this was not within Merlin’s knowledge. Just as Merlin’s voice died down, he felt a great force which immediately transported him to an unknown location. He had absolutely no power to resist it.

“Swoosh!”

Light flashed past. Merlin’s figure disappeared in an instant, and the thick forest returned to its calm state once more. If it were not for the fact that Capace and Catherine had seen it with their own eyes, they might have thought that the previous incidents had all been illusions.

“Mr. Merlin must be a powerful Spell Caster in the Dark Magic Region but we’ve missed our chance…”

Catherine lowered her head, feeling extremely vexed.

With a complicated expression, Capace looked to where Merlin had vanished. Following which, he shook his head gently and gave a long sigh and said, “Even Mr. Merlin said we don’t have qualities of a Spell Caster… Catherine, we should go back and ask father for a pardon.”

Capace had completely dismissed the idea of becoming a Spell Caster.

Catherine bit her lip tightly, speaking with some reluctance, “Capace, I’ve heard that if we can become advanced Elemental Swordsmen, we can also possess great powers that aren’t inferior to that of Spell Casters! I’ve decided to go back and cultivate diligently. I must become the greatest Elemental Swordsman…”

Catherine, who had still been quite dispirited moments ago, was currently brandishing her fists and daydreaming about becoming an Advanced Elemental Swordsman. Her heart was filled with high fighting spirit once more…

…

Somewhere along the coast, the humid sea breeze blew and whistled unceasingly. Waves continuously crashed against the callous reefs on the coast.

The seagulls in the sky flew in circles above the small island, diving downward from time to time, landing on the beach to play.

“Buzz!”

Suddenly, a whirlwind emerged on the originally quiet beach. The space seemed to twist and turn as the area flashed with white light unabatingly.

On the beach, a gaunt figure suddenly appeared in the midst of a rubble, filled with stones and rocks that seemed to have been placed there randomly.

“Is this the Dark Magic Region?”

Merlin frowned and muttered to himself within the rock rubble. He began to inspect his own condition. Other than a slight exhaustion of his spirits, there were no changes in any other aspect.

Merlin walked out from the rock rubble. Unexpectedly, he saw that there were also many runes carved on the rocks in this disorganized rubble. It was obviously a Runic Magic Circle deliberately set by a Spell Caster.

He remembered how there had been no warm sea breeze or an endless stretch of the ocean in the Kurdish Mountains. This showed that the Runic Magic Circle in the Kurdish Mountains had transported him to a distant place.

This was a humongous island that seemed vast and empty!

Not a soul was around. There were only seabirds sporting on the beach.

Merlin continued to walk up the island. Slowly, further away from the beach, he came across green grounds. An ancient stone tablet as tall as a human towered at the most conspicuous location on the green grounds.

Three huge words, in the Molta language, were carved into the stone tablet – Dark Magic Region!

“This is the Dark Magic Region?”

Merlin glanced at the surroundings. Other than the stone rubble on the ground and the glossy, green grass, everything else was just a stretch of wasteland. No matter how he looked at it, this was still a deserted island. How could this place be the Dark Magic Region?

“What kind of a joke is this? The Dark Magic Region is on this barren, deserted island?”

His voice had hardly faded away when ear-piercing laughter suddenly rang in Merlin’s ears. “Hehe, someone has finally come again. Young Spell Caster, welcome to the Dark Magic Region!”

Merlin was taken aback. He hurriedly turned around, only to see that a translucent shadow had slowly drifted out from the ancient stone tablet which he had seen earlier. Then, the shadow gradually shifted its shape, finally transforming into an entirely pitch-black cat that glowed.

The black cat floated in the air. One of its eyes was red, whilst the other was white. It gazed quietly at Merlin, looking extremely strange!