CHAPTER 428: CHAPTER 428: BLACK SPACE

Herag had been tracking the White Deer for eight days, during which time several other wizards had also joined the pursuit.

Upon seeing Herag’s massive stature and feeling the pressure he exuded, none of them dared to get too close to Herag.

These wizards discovered that Herag always managed to pinpoint the White Deer’s location with precision.

Originally, it had been quite difficult for them to locate the White Deer, but now it was much easier—just follow Herag.

Herag was so large and easy to spot, much more so than the White Deer.

Herag was slightly speechless, as these people kept sticking to him, and there wasn’t much he could do about it.

Since they were merely following and not actually attacking him, Herag had no reason to make enemies without cause.

Another reason was that there were at least a dozen wizards following him.

If they all decided to attack him together, it would be quite troublesome.

Seeing as there was no apparent way to handle the White Deer and he couldn’t just let it get away, all he could do was keep following it.

In the meantime, the wizards behind him were also discussing how to capture the White Deer, but no effective method had yet been devised.

Herag stood on a branch, watching the White Deer leisurely strolling on a meadow ahead.

As the voices of the wizards behind him grew louder, the White Deer glanced back and with a leap, vanished from its spot, reappearing in a distant woodland.

Upon seeing this, Herag immediately chased after where the White Deer reappeared.

Once he moved, the wizards behind him also pursued, sticking to him like glue.

Herag flashed onto a large rock, standing on the rock and looking into the distance at the White Deer.

Based on his observations during this time, he could almost conclude that the White Deer possessed talent abilities related to spatial rules.

All of them, as Level 1 Wizards, hadn’t yet the ability to contact rule power, making them quite powerless against this White Deer.

"I can only rely on witchcraft artifacts..."

Herag didn’t have any spatial type artifacts on him, but maybe the others did.

Even if others had them, there was no way they’d share them with him, so it had nothing to do with him.

While looking ahead, Herag suddenly sensed something and disappeared in a flash.

Immediately after, a blood-red claw descended from the sky, crashing onto the spot where he had just been standing.

Herag looked up and saw Malcolm riding a Night Steed in the distance.

Malcolm, riding the Night Steed, approached him, looking down from above and said, "This spell on you is interesting. I’ll study it slowly after I’ve dealt with you. Since you haven’t activated the Teleportation Ring yet, it shows you have some confidence. Great, I hope you never activate that ring, or it would be far too boring."

"Malcolm of the Eye of the Storm!" someone among the wizards behind Herag recognized Malcolm and showed a hint of fear on their faces.

Malcolm’s reputation had preceded him; in others’ eyes, he was a powerful madman.

Nobody liked to deal with madmen, especially powerful ones.

Looking at Malcolm, Herag laughed, "Before I became an official wizard, you couldn’t kill me. Now, I’m a Crystalization Wizard just like you. Do you still think you have a chance?"

"I admit your progress is fast, but there are still differences between Crystalization Wizards," said Malcolm coldly.

"Indeed, there is a difference." Herag nodded approvingly.

Malcolm extended his hand, revealing a black sphere which he threw downwards.

The black sphere rapidly expanded and instantly absorbed both Herag and Malcolm.

Once it had taken them in, the black sphere rapidly shrank and vanished.

"Spatial type witchcraft artifact..."

The wizards behind whispered to themselves, seeing what happened.

...

When the black sphere appeared, Herag sensed the spatial pull within it, which was similar to teleportation but not quite the same.

At the time, he had the option to activate the Teleportation Ring and abort the current hunt, thus avoiding being pulled in by the black sphere.

Herag hesitated for a moment but ultimately chose not to activate the Teleportation Ring.

Because he noticed the black sphere was also drawing Malcolm in, he immediately realized Malcolm didn’t want him to escape.

After a brief moment of darkness, light returned.

Herag warily looked around and found himself standing on barren land, with the starry sky visible overhead.

"A Level 3 Witchcraft, the Black Space—it’s made from a small plane fragment. Here, you can’t use your Space Ring. If you had been more decisive and teleported away before being sucked in, you might have survived."

Malcolm’s voice came from behind, and as Herag turned, he saw Malcolm smiling innocuously at him.

Malcolm smiled and said, "You have nowhere to run now."

Herag sensed his surroundings; it felt like a separate plane but somewhat different, missing something.

"Do you remember Baron Buck?" Herag suddenly asked.

"Baron Buck? Never heard of him." Malcolm paused, not recalling anyone of this name.

He wasn’t in a hurry to attack, knowing well that Herag couldn’t escape this place.

"Back when you came to the Coleson Continent and used the Bloodline Curse to kill Baron Buck’s entire family, I was just an ordinary person not even a wizard apprentice," Herag recounted slowly.

"Coleson Continent... Bloodline Curse..."

Malcolm started piecing together the memories upon hearing these terms.

He wouldn’t normally remember minor matters like the massacre of Baron Buck’s family, viewing it as nothing out of the ordinary.

Initially, nothing Herag said rang a bell with him.

But upon hearing Coleson Continent and Bloodline Curse, Malcolm remembered.

Back then, in order to research the Bloodline Curse spell, he had traveled a great distance to the Coleson Continent, leaving a deep impression.

The Bloodline Curse spell was his own Level 1 Spell creation and one of his finest pieces, so he remembered it clearly.

"You were there at the time?" Malcolm asked, puzzled, as he had no memory of Herag being present.

Herag nodded and said, "Of course. Baron Buck treated me well, and Emil, Melissa treated me nicely too. Now that I have the opportunity and the power, naturally, I want to settle this account. Your head will be mine, as a tribute for the Baron’s family in the future."

Malcolm chuckled silently, unable to understand where Herag’s confidence came from, thinking that advancing to crystalization made them equals.