Chapter 66 Massacre

Ryan stood beside White's body, his bloody wings gently flapping the air, and the wind he brought up seemed to be still thick and heavy. The silence of the night was like a dead cemetery, and the air around him seemed to be swallowed up, and the only thing left was Ryan himself.

He looked down at White's lifeless face, but there was no trace of pity in his heart.

"Sure enough, a person like him... is not worth my time." Ryan whispered to himself, with a sneer in his eyes.

The conversation just now, White's begging and threats, all the performances were just futile struggles for Ryan. He didn't intend to reveal his true identity.

White was indeed a smart man, good at making money and running the family, but his judgment was greatly wrong at the critical moment. He never realized that the person standing in front of him was the little wizard apprentice Ryan.

Ryan's eyes slowly swept over White's body, and his thoughts surged in his heart. White thought that with the background of the Copper Rust Academy and the threats of the dean, he could bluff any opponent, and even thought that he was an ordinary formal wizard, but he was wrong.

"If he recognizes me," Ryan whispered to himself, a trace of thought flashed in his eyes, "maybe there will be trouble."

Even if it is a wizard who can predict the spell in the legend, this will not only cause illusions, but also create more confusion and doubts. Even if the truth is finally discovered, it will take long enough.

Ryan lowered his head and raised one hand, with a faint flash of blood-red light on his fingertips, as if the power emerging from his body was flowing.

"However, people like White are not to be feared at all." Ryan's voice was low again, "He is just an ordinary graduate of the Copper Rust Academy. What can the dean do? A second-level wizard? I guess this level of existence is too lazy to take White seriously."

Ryan suddenly smiled, and the smile was cold and merciless. White's death did not affect him at all. The calmness and rationality in his heart made him realize that he would never be the wizard who used to hide in the dark again.

The blood of the blood prince level has given him unlimited potential, and such power is Ryan's real capital.

As long as the second-level wizards don't go down, he can do whatever he wants in the South Coast wizard world without being cautious.

"This game has just begun." A cold light flashed in Ryan's eyes.

After sucking White's blood dry, Ryan was surprised to find that the assimilation rate of [Bloodline Essence] was directly increased to 10%, and his mental and physical strength were enhanced!

In the spiritual world, the illusions produced by the corpse tear potion also dissipated directly.

This made him more excited about what he was going to do next.

Ryan turned around, and the blood wings spread again. With a gust of wind, Ryan's figure quickly disappeared in the night. The darkness seemed to have been completely swallowed by him, leaving a dead silence.

The Kamon Valley was still filled with desolate fog, and the night swallowed the earth. Only the black mountain in the distance was looming in the moonlight, like a silent barrier.

Ryan stood in the center of the valley, and the pair of blood-red blood wings behind him quietly spread out, and the airflow driven was like the whisper of death, spreading throughout the valley. The air was filled with a bloody smell, as if laying a strange prelude for the next action.

Ryan's eyes were blood red like flames, and there was a kind of almost crazy cold light in his eyes. His fingers flicked gently, and the magic fluctuations in the air began to become violent in an instant.

He whispered an ancient spell, his voice was cold and ruthless, as if it came from the underworld. As the spell was completed, the valley seemed to vibrate faintly, the ground trembled slightly, and a deep dark breath rose instantly.

At that moment, the night sky of Kamon Valley suddenly became no longer silent, and hundreds of huge blood bats came from all directions.

They were huge, and their wings flapped and emitted bursts of shrill screams. Each blood bat's eyes flashed with blood-red light, as if they were the embodiment of Ryan's will, cold and full of murderous intent.

These blood bats are not just ordinary creatures, they contain the most primitive and powerful power in Ryan's blood.

The blood bats quickly gathered into a dark cloud, blocking the starlight, and rushed to the Heiman family's residence in the distance. The Heiman family, a wizard family that once enjoyed a great reputation in the local area, had no idea that a devastating disaster was quietly approaching.

When the blood bats arrived, the blood-colored light in the night sky instantly covered the Heiman family's residence. Ryan stood in the distance, a sneer flashed in his eyes, he gently raised his hand, and a hint of sarcasm appeared at the corner of his mouth.

His fingertips trembled slightly, and then with a low command, the blood bats began to move and began to release the power of death and blood.

"Blood aura-release!"

With Ryan's command, the blood bats scattered in the air, forming blood-colored auras, emitting a strong bloody smell. Once these auras touch any living body, they will quickly absorb their vitality, and their blood will be consumed in an instant.

The aura spread out and quickly swept the entire residence. The guards, family members, and even the servants who had not yet fallen asleep, of the Heiman family, were unable to escape this fatal attack.

Waves of miserable screams echoed in the air, and as the blood-red halo spread, everyone lost their lives in an instant, as if they were sucked dry by an invisible force.

Blood filled the air, forming a blood-red ocean, and countless corpses were left on the ground.

Ryan stood in the distance, observing quietly, with no trace of pity in his eyes, only indifference and determination. Those members of the Heiman family who were once high and mighty are now just chess pieces in his hands, a chessboard that can be destroyed at any time.

In the center of this massacre, Ryan's goal is not just simple killing. A trace of coldness flashed in his eyes, and he walked lightly towards the center of the station, ordering the blood bats to continue to clean up the surroundings. Every inch of land here, every hidden treasure, is the key to his action.

When Ryan walked through the courtyard where corpses piled up and stepped into the main hall of the Heiman family, the ground was already stained with blood, and the red liquid flowed on the stone slabs, like a river of blood.

His goal was very clear-the president of the auction, the place where the secret wealth of the Heiman family was hidden.

The president of the auction, at this moment, was like a panicked rabbit trapped in his own nest. Ryan quickly found his hiding place, a secret room hidden deep underground.

With a gentle wave of his hand, the wall of the secret room seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force, and collapsed instantly, revealing a huge underground treasure house. Ryan entered the treasure house without hesitation, his eyes flickering coldly in the dim candlelight.

In the center of the treasure house, there were all kinds of precious treasures: gold, gems, mithril, spell scrolls... All these wealth were precious items accumulated by the Heiman family for many years.

Ryan glanced at all this, with no expression on his face, as if these luxurious wealth had no temptation for him.

"These... all belong to me." Ryan whispered, his voice as cold as a cold blade.

He waved his hand gently, and then all the wealth began to disappear quickly, whether it was magic stones, gems, or precious alchemical items, all were dragged away by blood bats.

When the wealth in the treasure house was completely plundered, a glimmer of satisfaction flashed in Ryan's eyes. He lowered his head and looked at the members of the Heiman family who were still dead, without a trace of emotion in his eyes.

"As you wish, all of this belongs to me." Ryan said calmly, without any fluctuation in his voice.

Then, with a look of horror, he put an end to the once proud and greedy auction president.