Chill had no desire to respond to him. He didn't want to acknowledge his words, nor did he deign to refute them.
The most important thing right now wasn't arguing with him, but subduing him as quickly as possible.
Years of fighting side by side and countless joint training sessions made Chill incredibly familiar with Wright's magic.
When accelerating himself, Wright couldn't accelerate other objects. Conversely, when he chose to accelerate other objects for attack, his own speed would be limited, unable to reach its maximum.
While defending just now, Chill had roughly grasped Wright's movement trajectory and anticipated his next possible location in his mind.
The moment the white light struck again, Chill seized the opportunity and fired several ice bullets!
Bang!
A muffled sound came from the darkness. Wright's figure materialized, stumbling a few steps before barely managing to stand firm.
Without any hesitation, Chill pushed off the ground, closing the distance between them instantly like an arrow leaving the bowstring.
Before Wright could react, Chill was already upon him. Thrusting both hands forward, a powerful chill erupted once more, freezing Wright's body within a thick layer of ice, leaving only his head exposed.
"Don't you get it yet? Ice magic of this level is useless against me!"
Wright wanted to repeat his old trick, using his "Godspeed" magic again to accelerate the movement of water molecules inside the ice. However, he discovered that his magic had absolutely no effect on the ice freezing him.
Only then did he notice the crimson blood slowly dripping down Chill's right arm.
Wright understood instantly.
To trap him completely, Chill had used his own blood as a medium for the freezing magic!
Unlike ordinary liquids, a wizard's blood contained their own life force and magic power. Therefore, Wright's "Godspeed" magic couldn't interfere with this frozen blood.
"A technique not found in his memories. What an interesting uncle."
"Wright's" voice suddenly became frivolous, even somewhat girly.
Chill naturally noticed this subtle change. He stared fixedly at the frozen "Wright" and demanded sternly:
"Who are you! What have you done to Wright! Speak!"
"Why was I recognized? I tried so hard to imitate him... Next time I'll ask Lucia how to better play someone else, how to imitate them more closely, at least not get exposed so quickly."
"Wright" rolled his eyes back until his black pupils disappeared completely, leaving only the terrifying whites of his eyes. His head then twisted a full one hundred and eighty degrees at an angle absolutely impossible for a human.
Witnessing this utterly bizarre scene, even Chill, who was battle-hardened and accustomed to all sorts of bloody sights, felt his scalp tingle.
But this also confirmed for him that Wright was indeed controlled by some evil force!
"Bastard! Turn Wright back to normal!"
"That can't be done, Uncle."
A petite figure holding a small parasol slowly walked out of the darkness, gradually appearing before Chill's eyes.
It was a girl slightly older than Erza.
She wore a delicate little hat and an elegant black dress. Specks of starlight shimmered in her purple hair. Her voice, like a nightingale's, spoke words that made Chill's heart sink to the bottom.
"He's already dead. The reason he can still move relies entirely on my magic."
"A child..."
Looking at this young girl emitting such an evil aura, Chill was filled with shock.
He had never imagined that the mastermind would be such a little girl.
"Who exactly are you!"
The girl smiled slightly, gracefully lifting the hem of her skirt and performing a standard noble curtsy to Chill.
"Nice to meet you. I am one of the Seven Kin of Purgatory from 'Grimoire Heart,' Blake Marshall~"
"'Grimoire Heart'!"
Chill certainly knew of this guild.
"Grimoire Heart" was one of the three major dark guilds supporting the Balam Alliance, and the "Seven Kin of Purgatory" were its core members, each a powerful and cruel demon!
The girl ignored Chill's shock and continued on her own, "Uncle, your strength is quite good. I admire you. So... could you please obediently become part of my collection? I will take good 'care' of you~"
"Do you want to kill me like you killed Wright, and then turn me into your puppet?"
Chill's voice turned icy. He was ready for battle. Even if the opponent was just a little girl, he would show no mercy to the culprit who murdered his best friend!
Blake tilted her head, revealing a somewhat regretful expression.
"Controlling corpses is just the lowest form of usage. My magic isn't as simple as just controlling corpses~"
"My magic is 'Human Subordination.' I can turn any human into my slave, making them completely obey my commands and do anything for me."
"That uncle's will was too strong. I tried many methods, but I couldn't make him yield. As a last resort, I had to turn him into a corpse. But in that case, the enhancement my magic provides him is quite limited, and there's no future potential at all. After all, corpses can't continue to get stronger. What a pity."
She paused, looking at Chill with red eyes flashing with undisguised greed and excitement.
"But you are different, Uncle. You are stronger than him, yet your heart is more fragile. I have ways to keep you alive under my control, making you my most loyal and powerful slave to collect more 'collections' for me~"
Looking at this deranged little girl and listening to her disgusting remarks, Chill felt a sense of absurdity and ridiculousness. He froze Wright's head with blood ice as well, temporarily sealing his remains to prevent further desecration, then raised his middle finger at Blake.
"Then go ahead and try! Let's see if you have what it takes!"
Just then, the ground suddenly shook violently. Immediately after, pair after pair of pale arms reached out from the cemetery soil.
"Uncle, this is a cemetery, you know? Although they've been dead for a long time and the effect of controlling them is greatly discounted, they can still become my pawns~"
Blake giggled and clapped her hands. The remains originally resting in peace crawled out of their graves one by one, restoring their appearances from when they were alive at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Among them were companions from the "Heart of Blazing Flame" guild who had died in battle not long ago and whom Chill had buried with his own hands!
Seeing the bodies of his companions being toyed with like this, Chill's eyes instantly turned bloodshot. The anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed and erupted like a volcano!
"You dare desecrate my partners in front of me! You demon! I will never forgive you!"
"Oh my, Uncle, are you angry already? But what does it matter? Being of use to this young lady is their honor, a manifestation of their value!"
Blake suddenly changed her self-address, and her tone became even more arrogant and contemptuous.
"Uncle, facing your former companions, how long can you hold on? This young lady looks forward to your performance~"