Having already planned his steps, he appeared to be running desperately, but in reality, he handled the situation with ease.
The Curse Scythe was temporarily placed in his Space Ring, and he believed the Crowman King had ways to sense this object.
If he really wanted to hide it, he would definitely conceal it inside the belly of the Demon Spirit Shark.
He would not bear the name Lin unless he completely refined and cleansed the Curse Power.
As he got closer to the red sea area, the Crow-people were about to catch up with him from behind.
At the same moment Lin Suo plunged into the sea, he summoned the Demon Spirit Shark, grabbed onto its fin, stuffed the scythe into its stomach, and quickly dived down.
His intent was to incite conflict between the Crow-people and the Blood Clan.
These two parties, based on the unique formation of the moon in the sky, were clearly in a pattern of mutual invasion.
They definitely would not coexist peacefully.
On the other hand, since his advancement beyond the rank of Fourth Ring Wizard, his original network channels and the business chain of the castles he managed had become outdated.
They could only provide him with basic resources.
Therefore, to continue climbing up, the Migaron family line was especially important.
The family behind Tominoos, located far in the Bertos Kingdom, would find it hard to provide timely assistance to him, and besides, a yearly three thousand Low-Level Magic Stones was just pocket change.
The person who could truly be of mutual assistance to him had always been Tominoos himself.
Pity that his Talent was not up to par.
The Wizard resources he could mobilize were limited, only fluctuating within the scope of his own strength.
This Curse Scythe would become his door-knocker to enter the realm of Middle Grade Wizards.
This was his true reason for this adventure.
The high-quality Curse Power inside was just a bonus.
Combining the current situation, if everything went smoothly, the risk would not be too great.
He pondered over all the various details.
Lin Suo also squeezed into the body of the Demon Spirit Shark, utilizing this shape-shifting Curse Body to withstand the ever-increasing water pressure of the deep sea.
The seawater had completely turned into a crimson color—the Nightfall Sea Area... had arrived!
Lin Suo hurriedly took out a piece of high-level Curse system Magic Stone and an ordinary scythe that looked exactly like the Curse Scythe.
Having stayed alone for so many years.
He must be well-prepared!
The Power of Synthesis activated, golden threads spreading from his hands, fluttering like butterflies, merging the Magic Stone with the Curse Scythe into one.
Physical Strength was massively depleted.
Lin Suo then took out the True artifact. Using the Demon Spirit Shark’s ability to Devour, he drew out a trace of true Power from within.
With this strand of Power as the material, he synthesized it with the fake Curse Scythe!
Physical Strength and Magic Power were crazily drained.
In just a while, Lin Suo was completely exhausted, promptly swallowing more than a dozen Great Replenishing Pills to maintain the effective use of the Power of Synthesis.
Five minutes later...
The synthesis was complete.
Lin Suo’s cheeks were hollow, his eyes lifeless, as if he had lost interest in life.
Yet both his hands were holding two identical Black Scythes!
The aura, weight, material, details.
The Eye of Truth instantly made a judgment of complete consistency.
Lin Suo breathed a sigh of relief.
Really thought that copying Wizard Rhein Lin is as easy as molding clay?
Deception—"No one is more professional than I am!"
Lin Suo sent the fake Curse Scythe out from the Demon Spirit Shark’s body, then cast an Absolute Forbidden Curse, binding it together with a deep-sea anglerfish.
Firing an Earth Spear at the butt of the lantern fish, the ugly creature started to flee in panic.
The fish’s lips moved as if it was cursing something.
Lin Suo, wielding the real Curse Scythe, commanded the Demon Spirit Shark to head for the territory that the Synthetic Beast – Rhein Shark-Man had occupied for some time.
Having been out for two and a half years, it was time to go back for some chicken feet.
As for the affairs of the Crow People and the Blood Clan, it was none of his concern now, wasn’t it?
Shortly after Lin Suo left.
The Four-winged Crowman King, accompanied by several guards who were on par with Sixth Ring Wizards, descended to the seabed.
Though their crimson pupils were filled with madness, they eerily conveyed a wise gaze.
"Ga Ga Ga! (Go after the Holy Scythe, our ’Prison Guard’ has arrived!)"
"Ga! (Understood, King! May the Star Spirit protect you!)"
Several Crow People, comparable to Sixth Ring Wizards, charged towards the direction the lantern fish fled to and vanished in the blink of an eye.
Meanwhile, the Crowman King didn’t need to wait long before a blood waterfall cloaked the area, pushing away the seabed waters to form a dry zone.
The blood water materialized.
A tall, alluring female figure appeared—it was the Crimson Commander—Zhuo Da!
Two cursed creatures from different eras met.
Falling into a weird, calm Status.
"Crow People... have you finally lost your patience and decided to lay hands on the noble Blood Clan?"
The Four-winged Crowman King paid no attention but continuously stared behind her.
There was clearly nothing there, yet it was as if he saw some Horrific figure, with visible conflict on his bird face.
Zhuo Da couldn’t discern the strength of the Crowman opposite her.
Yet, she exhibited the Blood Clan’s innate arrogance to the utmost.
"Disgusting creatures not knowing to appreciate what’s given to them!"
A curtain of blood-red water poured down from the barrier, instantly engulfing the Crowman King. However, with just a spread of his four wings, a terrifying force of Dark Curse Power surged wildly around him.
The towering blood-waves were then polluted by the Curse, rapidly condensing into a pitch-black water ring.
He raised his claw and grasped lightly.
The black water bound Zhuo Da, wrapping her into a meat worm, as the sizzling sound of corrosion spread; blisters formed on her smooth skin on her face, chest, waist... and then quickly decayed.
The corrosion Curse was spreading!
Zhuo Da was panic-stricken; even with her Seventh Ring Wizard capabilities boosted within the Nightfall Sea Area... Inside the Ancestor’s Domain, she was no match for this Horrible Crowman.
"How... how is this possible!"
"Ga! (The King is not to be insulted!)"
Though their languages were not the same, Zhuo Da grasped his meaning and her pupils contracted.
"You are the king of the Crow People? Not good..."
Zhuo Da decisively activated her Bloodline Power, calling upon the slumbering Vampire Ancestor.
The Blood Clan ordinarily had no means to converse with the Ancestor, but an Upper Grade Wizard is no weakling anywhere.
Already a high-ranking figure of a power!
Seeing this, the conflict on the Four-winged Crowman King’s face turned into anger.
"Ga Ga Ga! (You clump of sentient blood, I just want to take back the Holy Artifact of my clan! Take your people and get out!)"
This time Zhuo Da did not understand the Crowman King’s words.
Instead, her eyes rolled back and she fainted.
When her head fell and rose again, her demeanor changed completely; low and seductive, crisp yet ancient, with a mysterious nobility.
As if all voice traits could be found in "it".
"Betrayal of the Star Spirit, your faith was destroyed a hundred thousand years ago. What is left... is nothing but a Dark Star. Leave the territory of the Blood Clan!"
"Ga Ga! (Impossible, return our clan’s Holy Artifact!)"
"The people of Ashidler will not become Heaven’s Messenger again. You betrayed it and also the Holy Artifact! Whatever falls into our clan’s possession is ours."
"Ga Ga Ga! (Damn you, thieving scoundrels! Nothing but a bunch of beasts that only know how to desecrate... elk in the middle of the night!)"