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In a secret basement of a bar.

Icy cold liquid poured down his head, and Ma Tiya woke up.

Ma Tiya raised his head and realized that he was sitting in a completely unfamiliar environment. His hands and feet were tied to a chair with a leather rope, and there was only a single bright white light shining from the top of his head. He was surrounded by a black mass of men in black leather shoes.

"Where is this?" There was no magical power to change the voice in his throat, and now the language he spoke was English.

"You are under Mr. Dink's protection." a translator said to him.

The neurotoxin in his body had already been cleared, but he was unable to use any strength in his limbs, so he was unable to gather any energy from his spells. That was because the tendons in his arms and legs had been cut off. Right now, he was not even comparable to a mortal.

"Why didn't you kill me?" Ma Tiya asked.

"Mr. Dink has something to ask you." the interpreter said.

"Mr. Who is he? " Ma Tiya didn't even know who his opponent was.

"You don't need to know who Mr. Dink is," the interpreter told him.

Ma Tiya did not speak. He was still trying to gather the energy of his spell, but every time he tried, it was all out.

"Mr. Dink's first question," the interpreter said loudly, "is, where is your lair?"

Ma Tiya did not try again. He had already realized that his career as a wizard had come to an end. A disheartened look appeared in Ma Tiya's eyes.

"Answer my question." The translator said coldly, "Mr. Ma Tiya."

Ma Tiya did not say anything. His life was no longer important, even if these people killed him, he would not bat an eye.

The interpreter gave a look to the man in black beside him. The black clothed man immediately took out a small electronic screen, placed it in front of Ma Tiya, and opened up a voice for him.

Everyone heard the woman's wails and the rugged laughter of several men on the electronic screen.

Ma Tiya clenched his teeth, and his eyes stared wider and wider, as though flames were about to spew out from his eyes!

"You bastards, let her go!" Ma Tiya shouted to the translator. If anger could be ignited, this place would become a living hell.

"Tell me the answer, Mr. Ma Tiya," the translator asked again. "Where is your lair?"

"In a factory on the northern outskirts of the city." Ma Tiya told him without hesitation.

The interpreter looked back at the man in the shadows.

The man nodded, showing that what Ma Tiya said was in accordance with the information they had.

"Is there anything else you want to ask?" Ma Tiya looked at the translator and said coldly.

The translator did not expect Ma Tiya's attitude to change so quickly. In fact, the reason was because when Ma Tiya found out that he had lost the ability to control his own magic, he had instantly turned from a high up Black Tower Magus into an ordinary person. The huge drop in power had already caused his mental defenses to completely crumble, so no matter if he was forced to use force or blackmail Hong Gu, he could still easily pry open his mouth. It was just that they had wishfully thought that the mysterious Magus would be more stubborn than most people.

"What's your composition?" The interpreter asked the second question.

"Magus King, his eleven apprentices and a few wizards. I don't know how many of them there are, but there are no more than thirty of them. There are also some servants, probably around fifty people. The total number can't be more than a hundred." Ma Tiya told him everything he knew in detail without concealing anything. Ma Tiya was currently being docile, making it impossible for others to connect him to the ferocious Magus from when he resisted the encirclement.

The person beside the translator quickly recorded down what Ma Tiya said.

"Then do you have any means of defending against external enemies?" the interpreter asked. There were only less than a hundred people, yet they were able to cause such a huge commotion in the Coastal City without being discovered.

"A barrier." Ma Tiya answered, "Magus King has set up a barrier around the Modern isolation. Unless a Magus agrees, no mortal can pass through this barrier."

The interpreter was about to continue when the man sitting in the shadows behind him said something. The interpreter immediately moved closer to the man.

After a while, the translator returned and asked Ma Tiya a question, "Tell me about your Magus King."

"He is one of the six Magus King s of the Black Tower," Ma Tiya's face revealed an expression of longing, "This symbolizes the greedy nature of all things. He is the master of the Sickle, the king of the wind."

The interpreter frowned. "Explain it clearly."

"He's invincible." Ma Tiya said, "He is the incarnation of God, or rather, he is God."

Ma Tiya's devout expression caused the translator to be shocked, he could tell that Ma Tiya was not speaking nonsense, but the words that were filled with worship and worship did not have any credibility. Is there really an invincible being in this world? Even if the Ma Tiya in front of him was the proof of the existence of the supernatural power, Ma Tiya had still lost to tricks and a sea of people. The translator believed that there was no such overpowered force in the world.

"What's his weakness?" the interpreter asked.

Ma Tiya looked at the translator in shock, his eyes filled with disbelief, as if the translator had asked an extremely stupid question. Magus King has no weaknesses. " Ma Tiya said, "Magus King is knowledgeable and almighty, Magus King is above all living beings."

The interpreter looked back at the man sitting in the shadows. The man nodded, indicating the translator to continue asking.

"What is your purpose in coming to the sea?" The translator continued asking Ma Tiya.

"Find a dragon cave and get the dragon blood. The dragon blood can cure the Magus King's disease." Ma Tiya replied.

The translator's face revealed a mocking smile, "You just said that your Magus King doesn't have any weaknesses, so it turns out that he can get sick."

"A mortal will always be a mortal," Ma Tiya shouted at the translator with widened eyes, "The King will forever be above the King!"

"Hearing Ma Tiya's words, the man in the shadows stood up from his seat. You know what? There is an old saying in our country. " He arrived in front of Ma Tiya and pressed a black handgun against his forehead.

"A noble king would rather have a seed." This man was Ding Long.

When Ding Long came to Seaside, he had nothing. Right now, he was the biggest Underground Autarch by the sea.

The arrogant king of the black tower would not become a barrier that Ding Long could not cross.

He would only step on the king's corpse and rise to the top.

"Bam." A gunshot rang out.