Chapter 1113: Business
Damn it, as if I actually want to be here. Listening to these guys' constant sarcasm every day—I’d have killed him by now if he wasn’t a member of the Burning Tower. If it were anyone else, I’d have finished them off long ago.
But if I don’t come, how would I know how far these bastards have gotten with their research? Who knows if they’re just stringing me along—and what if they actually come up with results and use them on their own people?
Diras couldn’t help but curse viciously in his heart. He glanced cautiously around—indeed, there weren’t any guards watching. Only then did he step toward the main gate.
But in an instant, a circle of magical runes appeared beneath his feet, and three glass bottles filled with dark green liquid materialized in front of him.
The three potion bottles, each inscribed with runes, exploded instantly. Black, foul-smelling liquid burst out, shooting toward Diras like three jets of water.
Diras’s expression changed dramatically. He hurriedly retreated, hastily conjuring a magical shield.
The three black jets struck his magical shield, and in an instant, it was as if three huge holes had been eaten through by insects—the mana couldn’t even cover the gaps anymore.
The liquid splashed onto his robe, and thick white smoke immediately billowed out. The air filled with a pungent stench, accompanied by a constant sizzling sound...
His robe was eaten through with small holes wherever the poison touched—every spot was corroded. The defensive spells and runes solidified on the robe were all eroded away, rendered completely useless...