The Bizarre Wizarding World

As the Frost Shadow in the dark moved, the huge blue ice crystal encasing Alec began to slowly dissipate.

However, this disappearance was not a transformation of ice into water but a direct change from the solid ice crystal into a misty chill, much like the process of condensing Alec into an ice crystal played in reverse.

Such an astonishing phenomenon likely could only be achieved by the power of a wizard.

Onions, dressed in regular clothing, stood by, feeling somewhat emotional.

"Hmm?"

At that moment, Colin suddenly furrowed his brows and swiftly waved his hand, dispersing the misty chill in front of him while pushing Onions to the side.

Onions looked puzzled, then his hair stood on end.

"Roar!"

The purple-black mass of flesh in front of him, its eyes almost completely dyed red, swung its palms toward Colin.

"Hmph, haven't had enough suffering, have you?" Colin growled lowly, unflinchingly; his spiritual power surged toward Alec like a tsunami!

"Roar!" Alec howled in pain, his arms drooping powerlessly, the red in his eyes seeming to fade somewhat.

"Give me human flesh... give me… give me human flesh... Roar!!"

However, this clarity lasted only briefly, and Alec once again reverted to an untamable beastly state.

Human flesh... Colin slightly frowned and waved his hand to perform Temple Ring Binding.

A pale white ring of light appeared out of nowhere above the purple-black mass of flesh, which instantly stiffened, unable to even move its eyes.

"Go and bring Conmonds... and Orkot here," Colin instructed Onions, who stood behind him.

"... Yes." Onions quickly nodded and hurried off.

The new laboratory Colin had established underground in the wilderness was not small. Apart from the large hall used for researching and imprisoning Alec, there was also adjacent living space.

That was where Onions and the prisoners from the Wood Family lived.

Soon, Onions returned to the hall, bringing Conmonds and the two others.

Conmonds and Orkot's hands and feet were shackled with specially made fetters, which not even a Great Knight could break free from.

"You filthy, evil wizard, what exactly do you intend to do to our great ancestor?!" Conmonds roared upon seeing Colin.

Orkot, not to be outdone, furiously berated Onions escorting him:

"You heartless bastard, do you know what you are doing? You're serving a butcher who has just destroyed your own Family!"

Onions, lips tightly pressed, turned a deaf ear.

Without his armor, apart from his tall stature, he looked no different from an ordinary young man.

He had never felt a strong sense of belonging to the Wood Family, and after learning of the horrific deeds they had committed, he felt even less attachment.

Colin cared even less about the clamor of the two men doomed to die.

He gently lifted his hand, pondered a moment, then first took Conmonds.

"What are you doing?!" Conmonds struggled frantically, his voice filled with panic.

Especially when he saw Colin lifting the Confinement Magic from the purple-black mass of flesh, his pupils shrank sharply, and his expression turned to one of fear and panic.

Colin casually applied Silence Magic to him and then threw him to Alec, who had regained his freedom.

Thanks to the Silence Magic, what followed was not too noisy, just some crunching chewing sounds.

"No... how is this possible, ancestor Alec..." Orkot's legs gave way, and he knelt on the ground, muttering with a pale face.

Onions, too, was startled, his complexion slightly pale but also somewhat surprised.

"What is it, Onions?" Colin asked calmly.

"Nothing, sir. Just a bit surprised," Onions regained his composure and shook his head:

"But I still remember those iron cages and that mountain of bones, the screams of the innocents echoing through the caves for centuries.

These people, like Conmonds, deserve their fate, and if they can make some contribution before their death, that too is redemption."

Colin nodded lightly.

That was also his thinking. Helping Alec consume someone like Conmonds, who had devoured countless humans, could not be treated as human anymore.

By then, Alec had finished consuming Conmonds.

His eyes regained their clarity, looking at the thigh bone he was holding, his expression somewhat uneasy.

"Regaining clarity?" Colin asked softly.

He now understood why Alec needed to consume humans.

Observing the feeding process more carefully, he realized—Conmonds' body being swallowed was just superficial, what Alec truly consumed was Conmonds' soul.

Now, some soul fragments lingered around Alec, soon to be corrupted and dissipated by the Tainted Babbling.

It seemed that Alec's consumption of humans was obviously to maintain his sanity.

"How long can one soul consumption maintain your clarity?" Colin continued to ask.

However, Alec simply maintained his silence as before.

"I had intended to make this easier for you," Colin sighed softly, then his mind shifted.

A pale golden light instantly shot toward Alec's head.

Alec's face flashed with panic, and he hastily reached out to block, but the golden light seemed ethereal, passing directly through his hand and reaching his forehead, staining his eyes with a layer of gold.

"How long can one soul consumption maintain your clarity?" Colin asked again.

"Now, half a day," Alec answered somewhat dully.