Wizard: Starting With Synthesized Gems-Chapter 238: Encountering Sephilin and Hussein Again

More than thirty second-class wizard apprentice black wizards died just like that under Locke's fire coverage bombardment.
Even the three first-class wizard apprentice black wizards among them didn't have much time to react before being forcibly killed by Locke.
'Bang~'
Finally, Locke finished with a Mayfly Flower Cannon using the Corrupt Soil Taro King, killing the last first-class wizard apprentice black wizard with one shot.
Locke looked at his right hand. At this moment, the three Omen Mandrake Vines on his right hand were still completely red.
This showed that there were still enemies nearby.
Locke thought, 'It seems we can't continue to remain hidden. But I estimate this level is already sufficient. We have indeed infiltrated the research institute and delayed for a very long time, helping Witch Gabriel and Witch Sophia get closer to the target.'
'Next, it depends on my teacher and them.'
'From the moment my teacher entered this research institute, this infiltration mission has basically been completed successfully.'
'Bang~'
A massive explosion occurred somewhere in the research institute. A large amount of magical tide tore through the entire space.
Witch Gabriel and Andy had done something, or perhaps his teacher Sophia had done something. It seemed they had directly blown up some device somewhere in the research institute.
The huge tremor caused by this made it impossible for Locke and the others to stand steady. The enormous shock made the ground of the research institute become like a constantly trembling and swaying piece of tofu at a certain moment, so much so that Locke, Albert, and the others couldn't stand steady.
The voice of senior curse master Rashid Tariel came out angrily through the curse spirit lines.
"The research institute's [Curse Energy Core] has been destroyed. Most of the defensive formations have failed. All the formations for external communication have been destroyed. There's also a special magic system blocking our outgoing notification signals. This isn't an experimental subject leak at all. White wizards have invaded."
"You damned worthless things, you kept falsely ing all along, actually letting enemies infiltrate right up to me before I knew what was happening."
"By my order as senior curse master Rashid Tariel, all white wizards who have broken into the research institute are to be killed without mercy!"
"White wizards, you actually dare to break into my territory. I'll make you regret your foolish actions!"
In the research institute's tunnels, scarlet curse spirit lines spread downward, projecting blood mist filled with curse energy. This was a curse that took effect throughout the entire research institute.
Scarlet blood mist permeated the air. Locke didn't know what would happen if he inhaled that blood mist, so he could only temporarily avoid it.
At the same time, Locke sensed two familiar magic pressures rapidly approaching. He was slightly startled because both magic pressures belonged to old acquaintances of his.
One was the black wizard Hussein he had encountered face to face twice before. The other was the developer of the magical plant curse he had once dealt with, the black wizard Sephilin.
At this moment, the two of them had also gathered at the Area D isolation zone of the research institute.
Hussein's playful voice reached Locke's ears.
"Hmm? Look what I've discovered. This is the first time our true selves meet face to face, isn't it, Locke Augustine."
"Of course, and the respected old friend, Albert."
Hussein's true form was the image of a handsome young man with robust limbs full of muscles. He simultaneously possessed the special temperament of being refined and elegant yet imposing and extraordinary.
"I didn't expect that just by coming to your research institute to help you develop a new curse spell model, I would actually encounter such interesting people."
"I've made a fortune."
Hussein smiled gently like a young noble, looking at the person behind him with pitying eyes.
"Sephilin..."
At that moment, Sephilin appeared behind him. Her lower body had already been transformed into the body of an ogre.
Her mana had also significantly declined, falling from the original 800 to just over 600.
Clearly, Blood Curse Court had punished her to some extent, forcibly replacing her lower body with the lower body of a weak ogre using limb grafting magic.
This even caused serious deterioration of Sephilin's mana, resulting in a regression of her strength.
She had been abandoned by Blood Curse Court.
Therefore, Hussein looked at her with eyes full of pity.
At the same time, a third person followed behind them. This person's right hand was a ghost's right hand. He was also a middle-aged man in appearance, precisely Maurice who had replaced Sephilin and become the second in sequence.
Maurice became excited. "I didn't expect such a harvest. Just came over to help with research a bit, and actually encountered white wizard candidate seeds."
"Hahahaha..."
Hussein smiled elegantly, "There are three people on the other side, and we also have three people. How about we each take one enemy?"
Before he finished speaking, Sephilin stared at Locke with eyes full of hatred.
"I want that Locke Augustine!"
"Anyway, he has the lowest mana among the three white wizards. He's a first-class wizard apprentice who just advanced this year. I want that Locke. None of you fight me for him."
"Only him. I must kill him with my own hands, then transform his corpse into a curse creature! Only him. I absolutely cannot let him go."
Albert and Sisyphus looked gravely at the three black wizards surrounding them.
Albert said in a low voice, "I didn't expect it would develop to this point."
"It seems we must deal with them."
"Or hope that the formal wizard level on our side can quickly determine the outcome, then come help us."
Facing this enormous pressure, Locke slowly uttered a sentence. "Fate must be held in one's own hands."
On the black wizard side, Maurice looked at Sephilin with displeasure. "Don't command me. I'm second now, and you're nothing anymore. You're not even third anymore."
"Don't think you can still command me like before."
Hussein glanced at the two and said, "Maurice, you should have gentlemanly manners. Although we're black wizards, we should also have taste."
"Let's do it this way. Let Sephilin go seek revenge on Augustine. You deal with Albert. I'll give Albert to you. I'll deal with that more ordinary white wizard."
Hussein curled his lips, "Do you have any objections to my arrangement?"
Maurice looked at Hussein strangely. "You're actually willing to give Albert to me? Hussein, what are you really thinking? Why can I never understand you? Why are you the only one who can always have that transcendent attitude, as if you're already a formal wizard."
"You seem to have some special purpose."
Hussein glanced at him and smiled slightly.
Hussein said in a voice only he could hear, "Even if I told you, you wouldn't understand. However, today I saw two of my kind. I'm very happy..."