Heath walked forward and placed one hand on the corpse: 'Extraction.'

[Beep, extraction successful. Spiritual Power +0.1]

[Beep, extraction successful. Obtained Spell Model 'Red Devil's Blood'.]

[Beep, extraction successful. Obtained Spell Knowledge 'Detailed Explanation of the Red Devil's Blood Demon Cells'.]

[Beep, extraction successful. Obtained 'Necromancy Basics'.]

Two sets of knowledge, one spell model, and a whole 0.1 of spiritual power.

All at once, Heath had eaten his fill!

However, this was only a fraction of the harvest from this trip.

Immediately, Heath's gaze fell on the Necromancer's Staff scattered over there.

An official-grade Wizard tool!

Heath's eyes instantly lit up.

This was two million Magic Stones!

"A man without wealth will not be rich, and a horse without night grass will not be fat. This saying is indeed correct!"

With excitement in his heart, Heath walked towards the Necromancer's Staff.

However, he did not rashly pick up the treasure in front of him. Instead, he first spread out his spiritual power to scan the surroundings. After confirming that there was no hidden traps on it, he stretched out his hand to pick up the staff.

Then, he immediately stretched out his mind tentacle in an attempt to establish a connection with the staff.

However, he was obstructed here. The staff already had the mind imprint left behind by Pritte.

It was within his expectations. After all, this was something that every Wizard would do.

Then, Heath silently chanted in his heart, 'Extraction.'

[Beep, extraction failed.]

As expected, it did not work...

Just like the spell model, most of the Wizard tools had anti-theft spells on them. Unless they left their own spiritual imprint, they would not be able to see the runic structure of the Wizard tools.

The reason why Heath had succeeded in extracting the first two times was mainly because the two Wizard tools had been damaged, and the anti-theft spells on them had lost their effects.

'If it can't be done, then it can't be done. I'll go back and slowly crack it...'

Shaking his head, Heath put the official-level Wizard tool back into his dimensional pocket.

...

At noon the next day, the official Apprentice sent by Shadow Tower arrived at the battlefield, along with the remaining six reinforcement Apprentices.

Under the collapsed walls of the blood-red fortress, the advanced Apprentice Glenn looked ahead with shock in his eyes.

In the open space in front of him were more than a thousand soldiers of Ryker Duchy. They had removed their armor and bound their hands, and they were tied up on the ground like chickens waiting to be slaughtered.

Glenn rubbed his eyes and asked Heath, "Apprentice Heath, did you do all this?"

He had heard about the battle situation before coming here. He had already given up hope for Twilight Fortress.

But he had never thought that there would be such a shocking reversal.

The Knight Gallio who stood next to him puffed out his chest and said proudly, "Sir Wizard is the most outstanding commander I have ever seen!"

No matter how much he did not believe it, Glenn could only accept this fact.

He praised, "Apprentice Heath, your outstanding performance is extraordinary. I will report everything that happened here to the Shadow Tower truthfully. I'm afraid no Apprentice can compare to your great achievements."

After a pause, there was less arrogance in his eyes and more friendliness.

He smiled and said, "It's almost time for Wizard Slater to recruit students. I think it won't be long before you become one of us."

Heath said humbly, "Thank you."

Patter! Patter!

At this moment, the sound of wings flapping came from the sky.

A Raven flew from the sky.

Glenn crossed his arms in front of him, and the flying Raven landed on his arm. Then it came close to his ear and covered it with its wings, saying something unknown.

Heath clearly saw that Glenn's eyebrows were tightly knitted.

Soon, the Raven flew away.

Heath could not help but ask, "What happened, Apprentice Glenn?"

Glenn's face showed a bitter smile. "We lost."

The Knight next to him was shocked. "What?"

Gallio asked in disbelief, "Sir Wizard, are... Are you telling the truth? How... How is this possible?"

The army of Ryker Duchy was being held here by them. The kingdom only needed to deal with more than 3,000 people from the Kingdom of Jed. No matter how they counted, they should not lose.

One had to know that their main force was more than 10,000 people.

Glenn nodded and sighed softly. "It's absolutely true..."

Immediately, everyone understood the whole story from Glenn.

The main force led by the Kingdom of Helan was led by the Kingdom of Cedric into a lush forest at the intersection of the two countries, the Great Forest of Chapana.

Then, the commander of the Kingdom of Cedric used some unknown method to hide the army in the forest.

They could not find the army of the Kingdom of Cedric, so the two Wizards who followed the army put pressure on the king of the Kingdom of Helan, Philip. In the end, Philip had to split up to find the army of the Kingdom of Cedric.

After they split up, the kingdom's army suddenly appeared and attacked the Helan Kingdom's army one after another.

The army of more than 10,000 people was defeated by the Kingdom of Helan one by one.

After listening to Glenn's explanation, everyone present had ugly expressions on their faces. They never thought that this would be the end result.

Heath asked, "Then what is the plan of the Tower now?"

Although the main force led by the Kingdom of Helan had suffered a crushing defeat, in the end, this was only part of the power under the Shadow Tower. An army like this, Shadow Tower could regroup at any time, or have it even larger and stronger.

In addition, up to now, only the battlefield of mortals had been defeated, but this was not a world where mortals could decide the outcome. In the end, the final victory or defeat still had to be decided in the hands of the Wizards.

Glenn said, "The Red Devil's Blood has proposed to us the Holy Judgement."

Heath was startled. "Holy Judgement?"

The Holy Judgement was a tradition in the Wizard World. When two Wizard organizations could not decide the outcome of the battle, they could propose a direct decisive battle with the same number of people and the same strength, and the right and wrong would be decided by this decisive battle.

Heath asked, "What does the Tower mean?"

Glenn shook his head and said, "We can't refuse. The army of Red Devil's Blood has already passed through the White River Pass. If we refuse, the entire population of almost a million people in the three countries -- Helan, Kahn, and Flynn -- will be slaughtered by them."

"The Tower can not accept such a loss."

Heath suddenly understood.

It was a classic case of better to die than to be destroyed.

It was impossible to defeat the Shadow Tower on the battlefield with the power of the Red Devil's Blood alone. However, if they had the mentality of dying together with the Shadow Tower, it would indeed cause a considerable loss to the Shadow Tower.

Especially now that they had already entered the hinterland of the Helan Kingdom. If they were to recklessly kill without caring about anything and turn the entire Helan Kingdom into a living hell, the Shadow Tower really wouldn't be able to do anything to them.

One had to know that the hinterland of the Helan Kingdom was now at the level of being undefended.

Now that he thought about it, the strategic goal they had set from the very beginning was probably to use this as blackmail to carry out the Holy Judgement with the Shadow Tower.

Glenn then asked, "How is it? Apprentice Heath, are you interested in watching the battle?"