"What happened? Wasn't it supposed to be just a stoppage? How did it turn out like this?"
A sixth-level polymorph, even if the warlock's own level hadn't reached it, would still be far more powerful than other fifth-level beings. Jeffrey was worried that Leilin might suffer some damage, which would be a bad thing for the Warlock Alliance as well.
After all, Leilin, as a fifth-level Radiant Moon
"The emotional eruption of a sixth-level bloodline might affect all of us!"
"No need to worry! There's still Lord Leilin!" Orfa waved his hand, appearing very at ease.
"He not only identified the other party's bloodline origin, but even forced him step by step into his own trap. Lord Leilin is becoming more and more surprising... Perhaps, through him, we'll reap even more pleasant surprises..."
"What?" Jeffrey and Wade both exclaimed in shock. "Does Lord Leilin still have power in reserve?"
"I can't say, I can't say!"
Orfa waved his hand again, his gaze even more focused on the battlefield.
"ROAR!" The Mist Giant roared as massive amounts of grey fog seeped from its pores, morphing into armor and weapons.
Every attack could shatter the void itself, filled with the power of destruction.
Bevis's heart was consumed by rage, and he had even developed killing intent toward Leilin — completely different from his original plan to merely teach Leilin a lesson.
The fury of having his secrets peered into, the anger of his pride being wounded, and especially after seeing Leilin display such incredible power, a flame called jealousy mixed with the madness carried in his bloodline genes, forming an even more terrifying tide.
The result was that Bevis's rationality had almost entirely dissipated. He was prepared to kill Leilin here regardless of the consequences or cost!
"Poor little brat!"
From the massive Comoin Snake Emperor came Leilin's voice. A layer of black runes continuously surfaced across its scales. Even the Mist Giant's fog-based attacks were effectively blocked by the runes and scales.
Leilin's two eyes gazed at the four-armed Mist Giant before him, and a mysterious light seemed to radiate from his pupils.
"Eyes of the Comoin!"
After being locked upon by the Comoin Snake Emperor's amber vertical pupils, the four-armed giant's figure froze. A layer of grey-white stone skin instantly surfaced across its body.
"My bloodline — how could it lose to something this lowly?!" Bevis roared wildly, and massive amounts of blood-red luminescence erupted from his body, forcing out the grey stone skin.
But that brief moment of freezing was enough for the Comoin Snake Emperor to lunge forward. Its enormous tail swept across the sky, and a power like the end of the world erupted forth.
Crack! The Mist Giant was sent flying. The surrounding grey fog shattered, revealing the original starry cosmos beyond.
"Sixth-level Mist Giant bloodline! I'll be taking it!"
A transmitted voice suddenly pierced into Bevis's consciousness sea. Before he could even figure out what was happening, the Comoin Snake Emperor had already opened its serpent maw, and two sharp, curved fangs plunged deep into his neck.
Terrifying suction force poured from the fangs, making Bevis scream hysterically.
Crash! The massive grey fog shattered. The Mist Giant cracked apart inch by inch, and within the grey mist, a flash of light revealed Bevis's true form.
But at this point, two enormous bloody holes adorned his neck. He was in a sorry state, and the look he cast toward Leilin was as though he were gazing upon some kind of demon.
"Ah..." The moment his eyes met Leilin's gaze, Bevis seemed to receive some enormous shock. He let out a strange cry, his body transforming into a streak of blood-light as he fled into Morning Star
"So... weak..."
Light and flame flickered, and Leilin reverted to his true form. He seemed somewhat wistful. No matter how powerful a bloodline one inherited, a lack of combat experience and willpower still put Bevis at a considerable disadvantage — that was his weak point.
And with the Chip as his trump card, Leilin not only possessed extremely rich combat experience but also employed exceptionally shrewd methods.
"That should be enough.
He smirked coldly, looking toward a certain point in the void, a piercing gleam in his eyes.
Immediately, Leilin's entire body transformed into a trail of black flame and vanished from midair.
...
Inside Morning Star Space, the three Radiant Moon warlocks — Orfa and the others — exchanged somewhat awkward glances. "Lord Leilin detected our observation? But this is a high-grade magical artifact, the Tracing Stone Basin..."
"More than that, I'm even more surprised by his combat strength. Even mid-stage Radiant Moon Bevis was no match..."
Wade crossed his arms, the short golden hairs on his head standing straight up like steel spikes.
It had to be said — Leilin's combat strength had greatly surprised them. Bevis had not only reached the mid-stage Radiant Moon level but also possessed the sixth-level Mist Giant bloodline inheritance, ranking second only to Orfa within the original Bloodline Alliance.
But now, he had been defeated this easily? Did that mean Leilin possessed combat power comparable to a peak Radiant Moon?
This speculation was too wild, and for a moment, neither Wade nor Jeffrey could accept it.
"Furthermore, it seems Bevis's bloodline was somewhat damaged at the end. Shouldn't we inform Lord Leilin and hope he'll return those blood samples?"
Jeffrey said hesitantly.
"Do you think that's possible?" Orfa rolled his eyes helplessly. Recalling it now, he felt he had still underestimated Leilin. From the very beginning, Leilin had clearly been setting a trap for Bevis to walk into, and Bevis had obediently followed Leilin's design step by step, like a marionette on strings.
"What an interesting little fellow! First, he provoked the other party, making Bevis develop killing intent, and then he openly and rightfully defeated Bevis, seizing his bloodline... Had he planned all of this from the start? And if we had appeared as well, did he perhaps have other plans?"
Orfa mused calmly, growing ever more wary of Leilin in his heart. This junior's formidable strength and meticulous thinking had given him quite the surprise.
"Perhaps the hope of the bloodline warlocks will need to be realized through him!"
A sense of expectation stirred within Orfa's heart.
"So what do we do?" Jeffrey was at a loss. Bevis's defeat was something he had never anticipated.
"What else can we do? Allow Leilin to leave. After all, he acted in a private capacity. With Morning Star Fortress here, even if the Flame Throne wanted to, could they truly break through our defenses?"
Orfa flicked his fingernail, his tone carrying an unquestionable resolve.
"Furthermore, the protection of the Ouroboros Ring and Leilin's relatives must be elevated to the next level. Especially Lady Furui's side — we absolutely cannot allow the Flame Throne, or anyone else, to find an opening. Understood?"
Orfa looked at Jeffrey, his meaning clear.
"Yes! I will personally visit Lady Furui right away!" Jeffrey nodded with a bitter smile.
"Our rules cannot be broken, and there cannot be brutal infighting among warlocks. That is the bottom line!" Orfa said. "I will also go and remind Bevis!"
The warlocks present all nodded in agreement.
After all, within the same organization, allowing such things to happen would severely damage morale. And once someone crossed the line, enemies would surely retaliate with the same threats — a lose-lose situation. Wizards were smart people who knew what to do.
The only thing to watch for was suppressing Bevis's emotional madness. Once he calmed down, things would be easier to handle.
"Also! Don't reduce support for Bevis either! Send him the ancient Mist Giant skeletal remains from our reserves!" Orfa suddenly said something that shocked Jeffrey.
"My Lord... why?" Jeffrey's jaw dropped.
"If Leilin advances to Dawn Sun, what will we have to keep him in check?" At that moment, Orfa stroked his beard and delivered a line that left a deep impression on Jeffrey.
...
"This trip has been quite fruitful!"
Meanwhile, Leilin was gazing at the bloodline vial in his hand, which emitted a hazy, shimmering glow, and a hint of delight appeared on his face.
"Although the Mist Giant isn't exactly a high-tier existence among the ancient sixth-level beings, a bloodline imprint made from its blood can still unleash the power of an ordinary sixth-level wizard spell..."
It could be said that from the moment Bevis appeared, the latter had fallen into Leilin's calculations.
And because of the killing intent Bevis had displayed during the battle, even if Leilin forcibly extracted his bloodline, none of the other warlocks could really object.
After all, compared to the relentlessly pursuing Bevis, Leilin had been very "magnanimous" — he had even let Bevis go in the end.
Even now, if Leilin were to present these blood samples, Bevis himself would be too embarrassed to ask for them back. It would be far too humiliating.
"Judging from the attitudes of Jeffrey and the others, the Bloodline Alliance can be trusted for the time being. I expect they'll also work to restrain Bevis and keep him calm, preventing him from making moves against my forces!"
A thoughtful gleam flashed in Leilin's eyes.
Such matters were always mutual. If Bevis dared to cross the line and spread the conflict to others, Leilin would absolutely do the same — and retaliate tenfold.
Therefore, as long as a warlock retained even a shred of reason, they would never engage in such mutually destructive behavior.