Wizard:Start as a Potion Master

Sunan patted the heads of the dozen hunting dogs by his side and said, "Once a spell is broken, it is ineffective against a wizard."

"Furthermore, as the lord of the Peter Territory, under the kingdom's laws and the jurisdiction of the Peter Territory's court, I hereby declare you guilty. First, for harming the citizens of my territory; second, for leading an army into my lands."

"Third, for theft. Are you unaware that everything in my territory belongs to me? This wizard's relic is also mine."

Upon these words, the wizards, church knights, and soldiers pointed their blades at him.

Sunan remained unfazed. "Therefore, I pronounce you all sentenced to death."

He took a vial of potion from the mouth of Wolf Alpha beside him. It was the bloodline essence extraction potion. Sunan calmly poured it onto his left hand.

The moment the potion touched his skin, it began to boil, forming five pale green rings around his fingers, resembling magical rings, all connecting and converging into a large pale green circle in the center of his left palm.

Sunan raised his left hand, rushed toward the bloodline wizard, and touched his chest with his left hand. He then quickly retreated, maintaining the gesture.

During this process, Sunan partially transformed into a werewolf leader, boosting his speed beyond 3. Meanwhile, aside from life force, a one-star wizard's stats were akin to an ordinary human's, rendering the wizard unable to react or evade.

Initially alarmed when Sunan touched his chest, the wizard was relieved when Sunan stepped back, seemingly unharmed.

Perplexed, the wizard wondered if Sunan's actions were merely a bluff.

In the next moment, the wizard felt an unprecedented pain, as if something was tearing its way out of him.

"What have you done to me?"

"This is unbearable..."

"What have you done to me? I... aaah!"

'Whoosh~'

A crimson energy burst from his chest, drawn toward Sunan's hand. The wizard's bloodline essence was forcibly extracted as Sunan retreated.

As time passed, more bloodline essence was pulled out.

The one-star bloodline wizard screamed in agony. "What have you done to me! Aah..."

Sunan replied, "I'm merely extracting your bloodline essence and life force, just as you did to those mortals. They didn't scream as unpleasantly as you do."

Sunan thought, "It seems successful."

"Thanks to the energy world rune given by the Blind Nun, I reverse-engineered it to create a method that, with physical contact, uses a specific energy world rune to summon and deceive their bloodline, mimicking their master and forcibly extracting it."

"It's not that I'm particularly skilled but rather that these energy beings have laid a trap for these wizards. Most wizards might not notice, but using cognitive data analysis, I discovered this flaw."

"The energy world is wary of these wizards."

"However, with current data and materials, I can only extract bloodline essence from one-star wizards, and each extraction potion is single-use."

Another one-star bloodline wizard, witnessing his comrade's plight, stepped back, his pupils shrinking, no longer daring to underestimate Sunan.

He had seen such a scene once before.

Once, a fellow wizard had been disrespectful to the tasks set by energy beings, and they had directly extracted his bloodline essence.

He never forgot it.

Thus, he never harbored thoughts of betrayal again.

But now, how could Sunan wield this power?

Who exactly was he?

Could such a person be a native wizard?!

Lady Rachel, what task have you given us? Stopping him... seems impossible.

At this moment, Sunan suddenly looked at him. The wizard, terrified, dared not attack but quickly retreated, keeping a wary distance from Sunan.

He trembled all over.

No one understood better than he did how much this scene shattered a bloodline wizard's psychological foundation.

Under Sunan's gaze, he was engulfed in overwhelming fear.

Nearby, church knights intended to attack Sunan, but three figures blocked their path.

They were the super werewolf warrior Brom, the super high-ranking werewolf Warwick, and the death knight Vasilian.

The church knights paused, staring at the two massive werewolves and the dark, ominous death knight.

Warwick said, "Mr. Brom, Mr. Vasilian, how shall we divide our enemies?"

Vasilian raised his right hand, gripping the air. A powerful blend of death and frost energy formed into a black blade. "Leave them to me. There aren't many enemies."

"These church mongrels, I can never kill enough."

"Hold out a bit longer, let me indulge. Truly, I need to savor the sensation of cutting you down, cutting down liars."

Death Knight Vasilian took a step forward, and inexplicably, the church knights retreated, none daring to strike first.

"To discover if one ascends to the divine kingdom after death, you must experience it yourself."

"Why retreat?"

"If you attack me, you should advance. If you truly believe you'll enter the Storm God's kingdom after death, you should not fear my blade. If your faith is genuine, now is the time to strike me."

"I ask you, is your faith... real?"

Four church knights, faced with Vasilian's advance, continued to retreat.

What was wrong with this man?

Why was he so terrifying?

Vasilian's words made them ponder deeply. Could they truly ascend to the divine kingdom after death?

Doubt seeped into their hearts.

Could they ascend?

Was their faith real?

Brom, witnessing this, was delighted, "Wonderful, Mr. Warwick. Seems I have nothing to do."

"Do you know the happiest moment in battle? It's when a terrifying ally ensures victory without you lifting a finger. Mr. Warwick, Mr. Vasilian is truly fearsome."

"Let's not provoke him."

The old butler glanced at him helplessly. "Mr. Brom, then stay put, ready to assist if needed. I'll pursue the other one-star bloodline wizard."

"If he escapes, the young master won't be pleased."

Brom was about to rejoice in his laziness when Sunan looked at him and said, "Brom, take ten werewolf messengers and two werewolf stewards into the ruins."

"The entrance to the ruins is open. Scout ahead. As a super werewolf warrior, your comprehensive abilities are best suited for unknown dangers."

"Stay safe. Here."

Sunan tossed him a bottle of thrice-refined mutant werewolf potion.

Brom's face fell; his laziness earned him the most troublesome task.

After all, dealing with these small fries posed little challenge, unlike the unknowns inside the wizard's relic of the Four Seasons Garden.

Yet Brom quickly brightened, glancing at the potion and feeling Sunan's trust.

Brom said to Sunan, "Alright, Master."

"Let me uncover the true face of this wizard's relic, as the first from our territory to enter.

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