Witch: Accumulate Experience Through The Knight Breathing Technique
Chapter 1639 - Chapter 1639 0380 Everyone is overjoyed with the exchange of magical brains, the Undead Festival brings another Divine Fruit!

Chapter 1639: 0380 Everyone is overjoyed with the exchange of magical brains, the Undead Festival brings another Divine Fruit!

(Long chapter asking for monthly tickets and subscriptions)_6 Chapter 1639: 0380 Everyone is overjoyed with the exchange of magical brains, the Undead Festival brings another Divine Fruit!

(Long chapter asking for monthly tickets and subscriptions)_6 After much contemplation, Levi did not choose to continue waiting nine hundred years to advance the “Knight’s Sword”.

Instead, he used the wizard’s method of refinement to refine this oddity.

After the refinement, his spiritual force and its upper limit both increased by 10 points, an unexpected joy.

Now, his spiritual force’s upper limit had reached 1750 points, only 250 points away from the 2000 point threshold of the primordial soul.

This oddity further optimized Levi’s metal talent “Golden Dragon Break”.

Beyond that, there were no other functions.

Such oddities, if refined using the methods of Arthur’s world, would yield entirely different effects from those of a wizard.

As a dual practitioner of wizard and knight, Levi wanted to try, should another oddity arise in the future, whether he could once again use Arthur’s method to refine the “Sword of Dust People”.

…

Month of Northern Wind.

Hell Realm.

Howling Wilderness.

Undead Festival.

It is said that on this night, undead creatures sleeping in the desolate graves of the wilderness and the deep forests would crawl out.

Not only that, but the legendary “Gate of Hell” would also open, and a surge of undead would pour out.

A night march of a hundred ghosts, a doomsday for other Schools.

For the School of Death, this was a festival.

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Levi took this opportunity to capture some powerful undead spirits and placed them in the Book of the Undead, replacing the low-level ones.

Central part of the Howling Wilderness.

An ancient battlefield.

This place was one of the core battlefields where the wizard civilization once fought with the Hell plane and was shrouded in gloom all year round.

Weak undead could be seen everywhere.

A group of Death Wizards dressed in wizard robes and wearing undead masks mingled with the ghosts, dancing along.

Here, one could see wizards and undead drinking, playing guessing games, and even mating…

or wizards fighting among themselves, with the occasional eye or arm that could still move falling from the sky.

This was the carnival festival, no rules, no restraints, just this one day.

In a tavern built from a giant’s skull.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do; Levi, dressed in a black robe and donning an undead mask, was drinking alone.

Tonight, a high-end Wizard Gathering was to take place here.

Those attending were all of the fifth circle or above.

Levi looked around; according to his Perception.

In this small tavern, there were at least five Sixth-Circle Wizards hidden.

“It looks like they are all here for the Host God Fruit.

This thing really is sought after, it’s a pity…

The Host God Fruit cannot be cultivated artificially; otherwise, I would’ve tried to transplant it to the Ancient Saint plane.”

Levi thought back to the last Dragon Bone Gathering.

“Blood Demon, Black Pattern, Deceitful Poison, Painful Banshee…

I wonder how they are doing now?

Once I, too, advance in the path of the wizard to the primordial soul, I can pay them a visit.

At the very least, the Blood Demon Wizard who directly attacked me must be taught why the flower is so red.”

The Blood Demon Wizard was noted on Levi’s killing list.

The other three, since they didn’t directly attack him, were optional kills.

Even with his current strength, Levi didn’t dare to kill a primordial soul wizard in the Wizard World on a whim.

The congress would inevitably investigate.

Of course, in the Shadow Realm or places outside the Wizard World where the law doesn’t reach, and life and death are disregarded, it didn’t matter.

After three rounds of drinks.

At the center of the stage, a group of “skeletal beauties” that looked like rosy skeletons were dancing boldly, their Solid State skeletons nearly falling apart.

A wizard, skinny as a rail and wearing a top hat, walked in and started the auction directly.

Levi was energized; before coming here, he had already sold a Six-Ring Magic Wand in the black market and pocketed sixty million.

Now.

His fortune was 450 million.

With so much, securing the Host God Fruit should be almost certain.

Amidst the bustling atmosphere, one item after another was sold, the School of Death’s rare items, all odd and curious, were quite an eye-opener for Levi.

Finally, the Host God Fruit came up.

The starting bid was 100 million Aether Stones, and each bid had to be no less than 1 million.

Just at the start, a hoarse voice rang out from a corner.

“150 million!”

He inadvertently revealed a hint of the authority of the primordial soul, intimidating everyone present.

Immediately a few auras of ordinary Sixth-Circle level clashed with it.

Levi had no intention of getting involved in such a contest of power; he was not short of money and saw no need to intimidate others with his influence.

He spoke indifferently,

“200 million!”

With Levi’s bid, he could feel the gaze of numerous undead masks concentrating on him.

His spiritual force was now not too far off from that of a primordial soul, the only thing was it had not undergone metamorphosis so its quality was poor.

But he himself also possessed the cultivation of a level-six knight, so he could exude a faint level-six aura.

Moreover, with the Hermit Rune providing cover, his aura flickered in and out of perception.

This also created the illusion of a level-six expert pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger.

Seeing that Levi was also of the Sixth Circle, those probing gazes quickly retreated.

But still, two gazes lingered, sizing up Levi with a sinister air.

One wore a Red Eye Mask, the very primordial soul wizard who had started the bidding.

The other wore a ram-horned devil mask with flames coming out of the eye sockets and muttered to himself,

“During the lawless Undead Festival, it has been quite a while since I’ve seen blood, tee hee hee.”

The threat in his words was very clear.

Levi remained unphased.

Indeed, anything goes during the Undead Festival.

But now, he was no pushover.

The bidding continued.

Eventually, Levi unsurprisingly secured the Host God Fruit for 250 million Aether Stones, paying significantly less than last time.

It was apparent that the wizards present didn’t have as much money as those at the last auction.

After obtaining the Host God Fruit and paying for it, Levi hurriedly left the tavern, his figure flickering as he stepped into the Void.

The Red Eye and the devil-masked wizard exchanged a look and followed in pursuit.

Levi felt amused inside.

They couldn’t even wait to leave the grand carnival’s venue before showing their impatience?

Boom.

In the Void, a series of slender black hounds chased after Levi.

These were the Void Hounds, extremely adept at pursuing enemies through the Void.

Clearly, these people had come prepared: they had never intended to obtain the Host God Fruit by legitimate means but had planned to kill and rob from the start.

Levi sighed and said,

“The local wizards truly lack manners…

It’s no wonder their School can be hailed as the cradle of dark wizards.”

The congress had attempted to curb the chaos within the School of Death, but each time they were accused by the School of “School discrimination,” claiming it lacked respect for local traditions and cultural norms, calling it improper!

In the Void.

Levi was forced out, surrounded by howling Void Hounds.

He glowed with a golden light, his black robe snapping in the wind.

Under the mask, Levi’s pale golden pupils looked on.

Two figures surrounded him, one in front and one behind.

The Red Eye Mask said with a sinister laugh,

“Although it’s the Undead Festival, I don’t really want to kill…

The Host God Fruit is something I am determined to possess, it looks like you’ve only just advanced, right?

Why not sell it to me at a low price?

I’ll help you deal with the other guy, tee hee hee.”

The other in the devil mask sneered,

“Do you think he’ll believe your nonsense?”

Levi spoke,

“May I ask, is it really legal to kill people during the Undead Festival?”

Red Eye Mask replied,

“Turns out you’re from another School and don’t understand our customs very well.”

Devil Mask laughed,

“As a traditional festival, it’s under the protection of the ‘Hand of Netherworld Prison.’ Don’t you believe it?

Let me kill you and see if anyone investigates.

I’ll find a way to inform you in the Underworld, hahaha.”

The Hand of Netherworld Prison was a legendary wizard of the School of Death.

Hearing this, Levi breathed a sigh of relief and calmly said,

“I see, thank you for the information.

So if I kill you two, I won’t be punished, right?”