Regardless of everything, under
According to Leylin's private conjecture, this was likely related to the fact that their Morning Star forces had not yet taken action.
With those traitors gone, it would take far more effort to once again sow terror inside the heavily guarded Ouroboros Circle.
Riding on these merits, Leylin's formidable reputation had spread not only throughout the Ouroboros Circle, but across the surrounding regions as well.
"Now that the Stewart family has been destroyed, we can finally have some peace!"
Leylin sighed, then turned to Pike and asked, "How is Senior
It was only after accepting the position of enforcer that Leylin had been surprised to learn his senior had preceded him in taking on a major responsibility from
Moreover, according to rumors, Leylin's senior had undergone a dramatic personality change — not only did he enjoy torturing his enemies, he had even developed a taste for human flesh.
Upon hearing this news, Leylin's heart sank abruptly.
Though the bloodline disease of high-ranking Warlocks was terrifying when it flared, Robin's behavior had already surpassed the scope of any bloodline ailment.
"Master must have precisely valued this craziness of his, which is why he so confidently entrusted him with purging the interior?"
Leylin drew in a deep breath.
Compared to him, Robin had gone even further overboard. Leylin had at least only exterminated families with irrefutable evidence against them, but Robin was far more insane — any family with even a shred of suspicion would face his ruthless massacre.
Even several bloodline nobles with deep ties to Robin's own clan had lost their lineage as a result.
By collecting the names of the families Robin had annihilated, Leylin made a discovery: Robin seemed interested only in families with pure bloodlines, and the higher the bloodline concentration, the more gruesome their deaths — many of the corpses were found incomplete.
Knowing this, and letting his mind wander just a bit further, a chill crept down Leylin's spine.
Though he himself was no saint, he was clearly still far from matching Robin's depravity. And he certainly could never bring himself to do anything so revolting.
"The complaints against Robin are growing louder by the day. Who knows — next time, we might be the ones sent to stop him!"
Leylin said to Pike with a bitter smile.
"Robin is the Lord's senior apprentice — I'm sure Duke Gilbert wouldn't do such a thing!" Pike said from the side, trying to offer some comfort.
"I hope so!"
Leylin sighed faintly, and not far away, countless white dandelion seeds drifted through the air like snowflakes, scattering freely over the ruins of the ancient castle…
As night fell, outside the ruined castle, Leylin's vassals had set up simple tents.
Bubbling meat broth simmered in iron cauldrons, along with plenty of mushrooms and other ingredients, giving off a mouth-watering aroma.
Throughout the entire camp, a festive atmosphere spread relentlessly.
The campaign had gone very smoothly. Although Leylin had set out with the intention of training his vassals, when it came down to the point where casualties would have been severe, he had still intervened a few times.
As a result, the vassals had suffered minimal losses. Yet the spoils they had seized were extremely bountiful — precisely because of this, they were spurred on to continue fighting and striving.
But even the fiercest warlocks, when glancing toward the central tent where Leylin stayed, did so with deep reverence.
They had been around Leylin the longest and were arguably the people in the entire Ouroboros Ring who understood him best.
It was precisely because they knew the terrifying strength of their lord that they held all the more awe for him in daily life.
Of course, Leylin didn't particularly care about any of this. As long as he maintained an overwhelming advantage in strength, these vassals would follow him for the rest of their lives.
Inside the tent. Leylin wore a tight-fitting black combat suit, reclining halfway on the ground with his hands clasped behind his head in an unusual posture.
On his body, there were also strange runes written in blood.
From time to time, Leylin emitted low humming sounds, his whole body making subtle movements in response.
During this process, wisps of mysterious power seemed to be torn from the void and seep into his limbs and bones.
The entire process lasted nearly an hour before Leylin finally stood up and looked at his hands.
At this moment, the Chip projected a notification window.
"Host has completed one run of Multi-Arm Power. Constitution increased by 0.5. No change in Strength. Estimated 20 days and 13 hours until Host's Constitution increases by 6.7 and Strength increases by 2.1…"
"This rate of progress is already quite good!" Leylin nodded to himself as he reviewed his newly refreshed personal data.
Multi-Arm Power was a cultivation technique he'd obtained from the alien races of the Black Rain World. Though that elder at the Morning Star realm had deliberately omitted many details, the Chip had pieced it all together through its compilation and extrapolation, finally mapping out this path of power in a complete and systematic manner.
Through this training method, Leylin discovered that his physical stats—which had already reached their maximum limits—now had the potential to grow further.
Even though the increase was relatively small, it was more than enough to delight him.
Moreover, with Multi-Arm Power circulating through him, his entire body's resilience and coordination had risen to another level. He could even unleash physical attacks comparable to those of ancient giant beasts.
This coordination, combined with the Knight techniques Leylin had learned before, immediately formed a terrifying system of close-quarters physical combat.
But all of these were merely bonus gains. What Leylin valued most was the enhancement that Multi-Arm Power provided to his Constitution!
The physical body was the vessel of the spirit. If Spiritual Power was water, then a
The Morning Star realm was still beyond Leylin's current ability to glimpse, but after Crystallization, what he needed to do was constantly raise his Constitution and accumulate Spiritual Power. Then, when he had gathered enough, the day would come to condense his Crystallized Spiritual Power into a "Quality Point."
A Quality Point represented everything about a Wizard—their Path, their Bloodline, their Power, even their very Soul!
Therefore, this process was irreversible. If one failed to advance to Morning Star Wizard and the Quality Point became unstable, it could even cause a catastrophic explosion.
And the Wizard at the epicenter would be utterly annihilated—no bones left behind!
Throughout history, far more Wizards had perished from failed attempts to break through to the Morning Star realm than had succeeded.
"How is the data extrapolation on the Morning Star realm coming along?"
Thinking about the road ahead, Leylin's expression shifted slightly as he addressed the Chip.
"Extrapolation at 13.5%. Insufficient specific data—unable to perform deeper calculations!" the Chip replied mechanically.
If he could gain a greater understanding of the Morning Star Wizard realm right now, it would be of immeasurable help to his advancement.
But Morning Star-level Wizards were nearly impossible to even meet, let alone study.
Was he supposed to find Gilbert and tell him, "I'm running an experiment recently—how about you become my specimen?"
Gilbert wouldn't just kill him—it'd be a miracle if he didn't!
"Perhaps that Scorpion Man corpse in the Extreme Dark Region could be useful to me!" Leylin stroked his chin. That Scorpion Man was a genuine Morning Star-level creature, and its remains would serve as an irreplaceable reference for the Chip's extrapolations.
"There isn't enough time — this isn't the volcano's dormant period at all!"
But immediately, Leylin shot down his own idea. "Besides, according to the
Leylin's expression was cold as he ordered the Chip to continue its research.
For him, the Serpent Woman's finger bone, the bloodline burning experiment, and the Chip's Morning Star power analysis were all essential stepping stones on his path to the Morning Star realm.
As long as he persisted down each of these paths, any one of them could bring him to the threshold of Morning Star.
For an ordinary Giant Coiling Serpent sorcerer, it would be extremely difficult to even obtain one of these resources, yet Leylin possessed all of them. Even if each path contributed only a small amount, the sum of all of them would make his probability of advancing to Morning Star absolutely the highest among all the Morning Star seeds!
He had not the slightest doubt about this judgment.
……
*Rustle!* At that moment, the pendant at Leylin's waist suddenly blazed with intense light.
Leylin's brow furrowed as he tapped on one of his Arcane Sigils.
"Is this Marquis Leylin, the Enforcer?" A somewhat deep and dry voice came through the sigil.
This was a liaison officer specially assigned by the Ring of the Ouroboros, responsible only for communication with Leylin. Just from the sound of the voice, Leylin knew something bad had happened.
"This is Leylin. What is it?" His voice was perfectly calm — so steady, in fact, that it even helped soothe the voice on the other end.
"The headquarters has received a formal complaint. Marquis Milanta is pressing charges against Marquis Robin, claiming he attempted to murder her, and there is substantial evidence to support the accusation! Additionally, according to certain intelligence reports, something seems to have happened within Robin's family as well..."
"Get to the point!" Leylin raised an eyebrow.
"By order of the acting Elder Council, Marquis Leylin is to immediately proceed to the Robin family's base and escort Marquis Robin back to headquarters for detention!"
The voice on the other end paused for a moment, then spoke the rest.
"You want me to go capture Robin? Do you realize he is Professor Gilbert's student — my senior?" Leylin's expression turned grave at once.
"That is correct. This is Duke Gilbert's direct order!"
The voice fell silent for a moment, and then immediately transmitted a black seal symbol.
This kind of thing was similar to a personal signature — it was absolutely impossible to forge. And this black symbol was Gilbert's unique mark; Leylin naturally would not mistake it.
"I understand!"
Leylin felt somewhat irritated at heart. He switched off the communicator and sank into silence.
"Master… what exactly are you thinking?"
After a long while, a faint, low voice finally rose from within the tent.