Sixth Ring Wizard

This small wooden box is also one of Sam's smuggled goods this time, just a shipment for that little mustache.

Sam didn't pay much attention to this small wooden box; he knew it was probably some abyssal cultist's trickery.

He didn't care, as long as he could earn a little extra money.

The small wooden box was placed on top of a pile of large and small crates, inconspicuous, and no one would think it was anything valuable at first glance.

In fact, even when opened, it was just a wood carving, at most considered a craft.

And it looked quite new, not even an antique, so it wasn't worth much.

But Herag knew what this item was, the red insect inside was too obvious to him.

The abyssal aura attached to the small wooden box wasn't very strong, but it was still noticeable to Herag.

Herag had previously noticed this small wooden box and recalled seeing it in the tavern.

He was cautious at first and didn't touch this small wooden box.

It wasn't until the airship left Beilu City and was out of the Eye of the Storm's range that Herag stepped out of the crates and took the small wooden box.

The box was already opened by him, and Herag was studying the wood carving in his hand, mainly focusing on the small demon inside the carving.

These small demons are difficult to figure out just by appearance what their function is, as the demons of the Abyss Plane are varied and have all sorts of functions.

Moreover, many demon functions can only be fully revealed when combined with many other factors, and can't be seen just by looking.

Herag didn't immediately destroy this thing; he thought he'd wait until Silver Beach City to see who got their hands on this box.

Following the clues to check, there might be some contribution points to gain.

Herag studied it for a while but didn't find anything, so he set the wooden box aside and continued meditating to compress his spiritual power.

After all, the journey was boring, and he could only seize the time to cultivate.

The airship flew high in the polluted area, passing through the clouds.

Below, an old man and two young men stood on the ground, listening to the faint rumbling from above, knowing the airship had arrived.

"It's here, activate the witch array immediately, this array can communicate with the medium, activating it," the old man instructed.

The three immediately began to inject magic power into the witch array, and many complex runes appeared on the ground, glowing with an extraordinary aura.

On the airship, Herag suddenly opened his eyes, looking at the small wooden box beside him.

He opened the small wooden box and took out the wood carving inside, finding the red insect within was restless, churning continuously.

The body of the red insect seemed to be slowly expanding, soon to break out of the wood carving.

Herag slapped the wood carving, scolding, "What are you fussing about! Stay still and don't disturb my cultivation."

A slight hint of aura leaked from him, and the red insect immediately quieted down, lying obediently in the wood carving, not daring to move.

Below the airship, the old man looked puzzled, "Why hasn't there been any reaction? Is the magic power input insufficient?"

He immediately said, "Continue inputting magic power!"

The two young men nodded, redoubling their efforts to inject magic power into the witch array, making its glow even more dazzling.

However, it was only slightly more dazzling, and the next step never began.

Normally, after activating the witch array and communicating with that red insect.

The hidden power within the red insect would be stimulated, which would in turn activate the witch array below, thus forming a phantom channel.

But there was no reaction at all now.

The old man initially thought the magic power input wasn't enough, but even after the three exerted themselves to input more magic power, the witch array still had no response.

"What step went wrong..." the old man was somewhat confused.

"Notify Lunxis to check what happened," the old man instructed the two young men.

One young man nodded, left the witch array, drew a knife across his hand, and when blood poured out, took out a green insect.

He placed the green insect at the wound, and the insect quickly became excited at the scent of blood, crawling over to greedily suck it.

Before long, the green insect swelled several dozen times in size, turning red in color.

The young man immediately grabbed the insect and bit it into his mouth, bursting with juice instantly.

He then closed his eyes and whispered, "Lunxis, the witch array hasn't entered the second step, hurry and check what's going on."

On the airship, on the second layer below the deck.

A man with a full beard and a dirty appearance sat up immediately upon hearing the voice in his ear.

At this time, most of the laborers on the airship had fallen asleep, and the room was filled with various odors like sweat, foot odor, and cheap alcohol.

Lunxis appeared indifferent, got out of bed, and headed to the lower level of the deck.

He was a devout follower; although he seemed just an ordinary person, posing no threat.

Only Lunxis knew he had the power bestowed by the Gods, allowing him to unleash tremendous power at critical moments.

He was very clear about that small wooden box, as he had personally placed it in the deepest part of the deck during loading.

During this time, no one had been to the deepest part, so the small wooden box must still be there, untouched.

Being of low status, Lunxis usually couldn't approach the deepest part of the deck.

Though no one watched it, if discovered, Lunxis would surely be thrown off the airship.

Personality and dignity were privileges only the noble wizards could enjoy.

Laborers like them had no right to speak of such things.

If they were caught attempting to enter the deepest part of the deck or had designs on the goods, the outcome would be immediate execution by being thrown overboard.

This was the unwavering rule of working on an airship; no scheming allowed.

Lunxis was naturally aware of these, but he had no choice now.

The plan did not proceed smoothly, which was the least acceptable outcome for him.

No matter what, even at the cost of his life, he had to ensure the plan's success.

Lunxis silently arrived at the door to the deepest part of the deck, which was secured with a heavy iron lock, inaccessible without a key.

But Lunxis didn't need one; he extended his left hand, which instantly swelled, veins bulging high, transforming his fingers into razor-sharp claws.

His left hand gripped the iron lock, squeezing it gently, crumpling the iron lock into a mass of scrap metal.

After utilizing the power bestowed by the Gods, Lunxis not only possessed incredibly sharp claws but also greatly enhanced overall strength.

This was the miraculous power granted by the Gods, which Lunxis seldom used.

Clang, the iron lock fell to the ground, and Lunxis pushed open the door leading to the lower deck.