The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Time passed slowly. As the Wizard Tower was built layer by layer, Dole also clearly felt that the atmosphere of the surrounding world was beginning to become tense.

Having been in this world for almost a month, all forces, except for those who had already died, basically knew the truth of the world and began to unite, unanimously resisting external forces. Some small organizations even united to resist the pressure from the outside world.

However, when they knew what 'Mo' was, and when the Demon Lord came, many people became chaotic themselves. The Demon Lord invaded everywhere. Many organizations split from within, with some becoming puppets of the Demon Lord and others remaining in this world forever, becoming nourishment for 'Mo'.

For a time, blood rained down on the Elder Shangfeng's world, and various dramas of human nature played out in different places.

A Demon Lord had once passed by Dole's place, but fortunately, the wizard array of the Wizard Tower had been upgraded to a very high level, easily deceiving the other party. He did want to catch a Demon Lord, but he was afraid of alerting the enemy, so he let it go.

Otherwise, he would be studying a Demon Lord now.

Two months later, the color of the sky became slightly gray, and as the world slowly became somewhat different, Dole's twelve-story Wizard Tower was officially completed.

The Babel Tower was officially upgraded to level six. At this time, Dole's face had become quite unsightly. Prolonged overdraft of mental power had even begun to weaken his physical body.

However, at the moment the Wizard Tower was completed, Dole, exhausted, only said, "I need to rest," and then burrowed into the tower, never coming out again, sleeping for five full days before he recovered.

…

In the room, Dole slowly opened his eyes, a black, red, and blue light swirling in his eyes.

His mental power was severely overdrawn, but after recovery, his mental power had actually increased, which was something Dole had not expected. He thought it would decrease somewhat.

After checking himself, he found that his meditation technique was steadily improving, his mental power was recovering, and although his body was slightly overdrawn, it was still within a controllable range. He raised his head and looked outside.

Baer was sleeping downstairs, and Ash was sitting on the roof, surrounded by gusts of cold wind constantly rotating, turning into a field of cold wind. Streams of water vapor formed various ice flowers, rotating around her, looking beautiful and setting off Ash, who already had an excellent figure and beautiful appearance, like an ice and snow goddess.

Around her, the snowflakes danced in a wonderful rhythm, none of them touching each other. Obviously, she was exercising her control.

Beautiful, really beautiful!

Dole's eyes were bright, and he sighed softly. Then, he turned his gaze further out. At this time, several streaks of black air had just passed overhead, heading into the distance.

Seeing this, Dole moved his mental power, instantly transforming into a spear with pure mental energy and piercing towards the sky.

I was just about to look for you, and here you are.

The black air was an avatar of 'Mo', also called a Demon Lord, a collection full of destruction, desire, and sinful thoughts. The closer he got, the more he could feel the aura that could arouse people's desires. The closer he got, the more Dole could feel his inner self stirring.

That was the desire to become stronger, the desire for lust, the desire to kill, the desire for bloodlust. Deep in his heart, all kinds of desires were being aroused.

He forcibly suppressed the existence of this desire, instantly crossing thousands of meters, and his mental power pierced one of the Demon Lords.

The Demon Lord did not die, but burst out instantly, emitting an extremely harsh howl, impacting Dole's spirit.

The wail was made of mental power, impacting the mental power spear in his body. In an instant, Dole felt the ideological attack from the Demon Lord.

It was a sea of blood, with countless creatures wailing inside, and the sky-high killing intent was endless.

It was a cruel thief who killed another's husband and humiliated his wife, cruelly killing other people's children.

It was an upright scholar who was framed by officials and died humiliated in a prison. It was the unwillingness, the despair.

In an instant, Dole felt a shock of complex information he had never experienced in his life. The feeling of being there, as if traveling into the body of another person, feeling all this with another person's body, that despair, that fear, that unwillingness, that anger, was about to engulf his will.

This was an experience that no one would ever want to have in their life. It was simply a living hell.

However, the next moment, Dole's will was firm and re-stabilized. The mental power spear, which had almost been impacted, suddenly generated a great force, firmly suppressing the black air.

The black air was unwilling and generated a great force to break free. Streams of mental power-polluted thoughts and streams of strong negative emotions impacted him relentlessly.

Dole seemed unmoved, and the mental power spear suddenly changed, with a barb growing on it, and pulled down hard.

He wanted to pull the black air back from the sky and study it carefully.

On the Wizard Tower, Dole touched the sweat on his forehead. At that moment, he was almost drowned by endless information and almost influenced by the thoughts within.

Fortunately, his willpower was extremely firm, and he clearly remembered who he was, his past, and his future, and was not swayed by those emotions.

In the end, this was just a level four Demon Lord.

But that emotion really and truly affected him, and it had nothing to do with the level.

The black air was still struggling, but Dole saw that after he had withstood multiple mental contaminations, that was all there was to it. The other party's methods were only mental contamination and illusion attacks, without any other skills.

But he also knew that this was very dangerous. As long as he failed to withstand it, he would probably become nourishment for the Demon Lord.

He strenuously pulled the Demon Lord back into the Wizard Tower and suppressed it on the first floor. Dole suddenly jumped up, shrunk the Wizard Tower, hung it on his waist, and fled in one direction without looking back.

This place is not a place to stay for long.

…

Inside the Wizard Tower, Baer and Ellen stared blankly at Dole, looking at a transparent small cage in his hand.

Outside the cage were densely packed transparent magic arrays, almost all the mental power magic patterns and formations he could learn, forming a small ball of light. At this time, a small Demon Lord was clenching its teeth and claws inside, colliding and flying back and forth, but it could not break through. At the same time, all mental power was isolated, and all the mental power fluctuations it constantly emitted were completely intercepted.

"This is truly foolproof." Baer was dumbfounded. Catching a Demon Lord was not difficult, but the difficulty was preventing its main body from knowing. Dole's approach simply stunned him.

Dole snorted, "Master Naryue said, 'Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated.' Besides, I think the Demon Lord may not be useless. When I fought him just now, after being mentally impacted, I felt that it had a grinding effect on my mental power. This little thing can be used as a tool to improve mental power."