They produced plenty of lunatics, and mentally unsound people. Even the other dark Magi could not stomach their actions, and hence, they only partook in sporadic missions and were often excluded from various operations.
The green haired Magus clasped his hands behind his back and greedily looked over the sea of Black Mandara Flowers.
“What an enchanting atmosphere… I can detect the taste of darkness…” The youth muttered.
Following which, he turned and stared at Leylin with his dark green eyes.
“Light Magi! Kneel before me, the great Lord Ciel, and offer to me your souls and devotion. Then I might consider letting you be my slaves…”
This Magus named Ciel had a rather proud demeanor, but Leylin could understand why.
The age of a Magus couldn’t be determined just by looking at their physical appearance, but Leylin could estimate that this Ciel was around 50 years old based on the energy waves he was unknowingly releasing.
His being able to become a semi-converted elemental magus at such a young age did indeed give him the rights to be proud, but he had met the wrong opponent.
Leylin smirked, but before he even had the chance to speak, the acolyte that sunk to the ground previously had already hastened towards Ciel, kneeling and kissing the ground before Ciel.
“Esteemed Lord Ciel! I am willing to serve you! I will become your most loyal slave!”
It was clear that the actions of this acolyte was a complete surprise to everyone.
Next to Leylin, plenty of acolytes carried expressions of scorn. They clearly didn’t know that this acolyte who normally carried himself rather decently would turn into this kind of person at a crucial moment.
The other acolytes were able to conceal the internal struggle within them such that it did not show on their faces.
“Very good! I’ll accept you as a servant!” Ciel revealed a strange smile on his face as he proceeded to extend his left hand and gently wiped the face of the acolyte.
“Ahhh!”
White smoke rose, accompanied by the pained scream of the acolyte.
Ciel’s left hand was like a red-hot iron plate as it left a large black charred mark on the face of the acolyte.
While the acolyte was screaming, the Magus looked extremely excited as he slid his fingers over the acolyte’s face repeatedly.
A little over ten seconds later, a complete rune mark was burned into the face of the acolyte.
The front of the mark resembled a skull, with a chain extending from within.
“Thank… Thank you my Lord for… this gift!”
The acolyte struggled to salute once more.
“Haha… After receiving my mark, you are now my slave forever!” Ciel laughed, then looked over at Leylin.
“What is it? Light Magus, are you scared silly?”
“Not really!” Leylin shook his head.
“I just think he’s a bit pitiful, that’s all!” Leylin pointed towards the acolyte who had half his face ruined, his facial muscles still twitching.
“Why is that?” Ciel rubbed his fingers as slivers of white gas emerged from his fingers to form the shape of a skull.
The elemental particles surrounding his body was faintly discernable as his eyes emitted a dangerous light.
“Blurgh!” The acolytes behind Leylin all fell back, and some of them even doubled over and started to hurl.
The radiation from an official Magus, especially when voluntarily released from a powerful Magus with such a high degree of elemental conversion was something that acolytes found hard to deal with.
“He- will he be alright?”