The Bizarre Wizarding World-Chapter 246 - 194 Conclusion

He didn’t know what kind of Flying Witchcraft Margaret was using, but from the outside, her body was surrounded by fiery red streams of light, emitting a warm glow…very dazzling.

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Moreover, apart from looking good, these streams of light seemed to have a certain defensive effect as well.

“This is the place, go down and take care of that poor wretch polluted by the divine,” Margaret instructed, pointing at a burning building below after a while.

Colin looked in the direction she was pointing; next to that burning building, there was a constantly writhing mass of flesh that still vaguely looked human, spewing large amounts of dark flammable mucus.

“Yes,” Colin withdrew his gaze and lightly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

The next moment, the brilliance of his Mechanical Mind passed over him.

His heart, which was slightly quickened from tension, suddenly became rhythmic, maintaining a fast yet stable pace to provide his body with surging power!

Superbrain Talent activated!

Every fine detail around him was captured in Colin’s eyes, and with his mind running at high speed, it felt as though everything around him had slowed down.

Crackling, crackling—

At the collapsed gray gates, bright yellow flames danced and flickered, licking the wooden gates and walls.

Around them, apart from several charred bodies of ordinary people, there were no other figures, and the traces suggested that everyone had already fled.

“Hiss—!”

The vaguely human-shaped flesh mass suddenly raised its head and hissed at Colin,

Numerous black viscous fluids, like crude oil, poured continuously from its swollen and distended mouth.

It was at that moment that Colin’s eyes flashed.

The brilliance of a Fireball brewed forth from his hands.

Whoosh!

The next instant! An orange-yellow Fireball shot out furiously!

Swish!

Under the assistance of Superbrain, this strike hit with just the right timing and angle, shooting straight into the wide-open mouth of the Polluter.

The flowing black flammable liquid was instantly ignited.

But it didn’t end there; the remaining kinetic energy allowed the Fireball to continue shooting into the Polluter’s body.

The next moment.

Boom!!

A violent explosion ensued, and orange-yellow flames billowed, with shockwaves surging like tides.

The Polluter was exploded from the inside out, reduced to fragments.

Colin’s thoughts moved, and under his control, the remaining debris continued to be scorched by the residual flames of the Fireball Technique.

The entire process was as swift as a rabbit and as quick as a falcon. In Margaret’s eyes, it was nearly instantaneous; she only saw Colin shoot a not overly powerful Fireball, and the Polluter below was instantly turned to ash.

“Lucky shot,” she commented indifferently.

Colin was slightly startled but did not argue. Instead, he silently admonished himself.

He knew that, although the Fireball he fired seemed simple, ensuring the exact timing and angle was far from simple.

The flesh monster was constantly writhing, its head shaking, its mouth opening and closing.

Even a slight deviation would at most blast its mouth apart or blow off its head, rather than perfectly shattering the entire body, much less ensuring that each fragment was burning with the residual fire from the Fireball Technique…

“Do you know Detect Evil?” Margaret suddenly asked him.

“Yes,” Colin nodded.

“Good.” Margaret pointed to a street on the right and commanded,

“Continue down this direction and clear all the Polluters left in the streets.”

“Okay.” Colin was briefly taken aback, then nodded in agreement.

He had thought Margaret brought him here to lead the way… Now it seemed, it was more to find a laborer.

“Under the Nois City Lord’s cleansing, all those polluted by the divine have already been revealed and are either dead or seriously injured, making them easy to distinguish. Remember to clean them up thoroughly,”

Margaret emphasized again before hastily flying off in another direction.

Colin’s lips moved slightly; he had many questions to ask… but Margaret had already left.

Moreover, given her nature, even if he had asked, she probably wouldn’t have answered.

However, from what he could see now, things seemed clear.

Apprentices like Mulan who had been polluted were likely the secret hands left by the Divine Believers…only to be prematurely set off by the North City Lord.

The night wind blew, with the sounds of witchcraft explosions and monster roars coming from not far away occasionally…

There were no crowds fleeing on the streets.