51. Chapter 51 – One More Bottle
Chapter 51: One More Bottle
Bang Bang Bang!
The thick anvil slapped hard on the mage shield.
It was as if it was knocking on Naga’s heart.
He frowned slightly as the air around him violently pushed outwards.
A wave of air pushed Heine out.
Almost the instant the air wave disappeared, the familiar sound of striking rang from his ears.
Ding!
A crack appeared in the shield and the light dimmed considerably.
Naga knew that there was no way that this cunning opponent lurking in the shadows would miss such an opportunity.
And what shocked him was that the opponent’s attack was clearly not attached to any special energy, and only ordinary force caused such a shock ……
What kind of monster is this?
In the gap between the two symbolic ice picks forcing back his opponent and preparing his next spell, Mr. Xia folded back.
The first two times were test runs, this time the withering dagger stabbed out like lightning.
However, Naga seemed to smell the unusual withering scent, and his figure flickered to dodge the strike.
Not only that, he crossed over George and appeared close to Heine.
The latter had just gotten up from the ground and threw himself at him with an anvil raised.
It was quite a pleasure to watch Catch the Sheep throw flying shields these days, and finally it was his turn.
“You’re a disgrace to spell casters!”
Naga just flicked his cane up, and an unseen hand plucked away the flying shield.
Seven or eight fist-sized fireballs whistled and swept towards Heine.
Heine rolled on the ground to hide behind her warrior brother, and the fireballs thumped all over the red bubble, freeing Arthur.
“Woah woah woah–“
Warrior Brother roared angrily and re-mangled, but unfortunately, Naga had already set up a retardation force field in advance.
Arthur was once again deep in the mire.
Warrior Brother was miserable.
This time Naga almost wrapped himself up in the force field.
It was certainly stupid, like a living target, but he also realized that the ones in front of him were pure melee.
“Savage fighting style.”
The Lawgiver grunted dismissively, and began pouring fire on Heine.
“Get behind me!”
Arthur shouted.
Yet there was no need for that.
Mr. Summer had slipped between the two at some point.
His dagger swung into a line in the air, and the fireballs, like floating oil balls on water, were dissected one after another, then dissipated into flying sparks.
…
Hui Hui was shocked, “Precision Spell Block? You …… aren’t a wanderer?”
Mr. Xia: “Skillful, I can’t bring a tank with me when I’m soloing, right?”
Huihui: “But you don’t have the blocking bonus from resistance ……”
Mr. Xia lightly laughed: “The bonus is to increase fault tolerance, I don’t need that kind of thing.”
Mr. Sa’s voice suddenly inserted, “Bad, let this guy load in!!!”
Mr. Xia: “? Really good, General Sa, good timing!”
Catch the goat: “Actually, we’ve been ambushing at the door for half a day, what’s the situation inside?”
Hui Hui: “As planned, he’s behind ‘me’ and the time of the shield on him is almost up. Ah, Heine gave me the order, he told me to start moving.”
…
All three combatants are on Naga’s front, one controlled by him and two pinned down.
The situation appeared to be a stalemate, but in reality, it was perfectly controlled by the Farseer.
From Dylan and the players Heine had a deep understanding of the mages of this world.
Sebitiga had taught everyone about his ability to communicate with the supernatural, but only the original seekers of truth had remained “pure”.
That is, they had no faith.
They called themselves: Masters of Spells.
They have at their disposal all special energies – Shadow, Holy Light, Earth, Fire, Wind, Water, and other elements …… except for Dead Air.
That’s why their perception is extremely special, and will ignore existences below a certain threshold.
Dylan said it was an optimization to save on perception costs.
Players say “mages don’t perceive nebbies”.
It all means the same thing.
Heine specifically tested it last night, and Megumi, who clearly has a Soulfire Strength of 2.1, becomes completely normal when playing as George.
So there was no such person in Naga’s perception at all.
He would not notice that “George” stood up and was quietly approaching.
Having moved up a level, Heine was more and more comfortable giving commands in his head.
There was no slowing force field behind Naga.
As the shield that was crawling with cracks on his body slowly dissipated, he immediately noticed this as well.
However, just as he was about to replenish his shield, Mr. Natsu raised his Scorpion Tail Needle.
Seeing the purple energy crossbow arrows taking shape, Naga had no choice but to give up on the idea for the time being and instead continued to suppress his opponent with firepower. See the ghost ……
How was this guy’s prediction so accurate?
However, he could see that his opponent was already at the end of his rope.
Even though that repulsive dagger wasn’t mortal iron, it was already vulnerable.
Slicing through elemental cores and deconstructing spells at such a high frequency had brought it to the brink of its limits.
Soon it would melt and destroy, or break.
Just then, a moist handkerchief covered his mouth and nose.
Naga’s eyes rounded, then closed helplessly.
The fight came to an abrupt end.
The crowd breathed a sigh of relief as the retardation force field dissipated.
Teacher Xia: “It’s okay, it’s okay, my dagger is going to melt if I keep fighting.”
At this time, Heine muttered in a small voice:
“Mage’s potion absorption is also this good?”
Hui Hui answered in a second: “Because mages don’t have energy resistance either! I want to answer him so badly… …… How do you guys hold back when he usually asks questions?”
Mr. Xia: “It’s not like we have long mouths.”
Huihui: “…… Okay.”
…
The containment spell quickly dissipates and Dylan comes in with two skeletons.
Heine rummages through Naga’s body and pulls out the bottle of “Holy Water #14”.
“Why are these two bottles different?”
The bottle Torowyn had gotten in the morning was packaged a bit more delicately than this one.
Dylan examined it.
“The ingredients are basically the same.”
Heine took the bottle and joked, “This thing could kill us all.”
Dylan tugged at the corner of his mouth:
“Gittler deserved to die, you only have yourself to answer for.”
Then breaking open Naga’s mouth, he signaled that Heine could pour.
Heine carefully poured.
It was as if the potion didn’t need to be swallowed, it was absorbed as soon as it touched the skin.
Naga began to tremble as if she were undergoing a torture.
Clear, sticky liquid oozed from his nose, mouth, ears and eyes one after another.
“This is soul mass.”
Dylan explained with a grimace:
“The soul is materialized into a physical object and expelled from the body. He’s a mage, and his soul is far more powerful, so the discharge is greater. George suffered much less than he did.”
“That doesn’t make me feel much better.”
Heine sighed.
He tried to get closer with his senses and instantly felt a murderous aura.
The usual groping, calm, indifferent, and enthusiastic Yuan Spirits were now killing as if they had gone to war.
“Don’t come closer, don’t come closer, don’t come closer.”
They said this coldly.
Heine then opened the pupils of the dead and watched from afar.
There was nothing on Naga’s body at first, and gradually fine silver spots of light sprang up like dust.
Suddenly, the speed of the emergence dropped.
Heine immediately refilled his bottle.
The effect was excellent after two bottles, and Master Fa’s soul quality yielded a lot.
The fine silver dots of light gradually converged and condensed into a silver speck.
But no gray death aura approached him.
“Success.”
Heine couldn’t help but shake his fist.
Dylan couldn’t look sad or happy, but his eyes looked like a gourmand’s at a gourmet meal.
The sticky soul matter stuck to each other as if a gel covered Naga’s face.
As Dylan uncovered them, he got a mold of Naga’s human face.
Dylan: “This is something I’m going to take away to study.”
“You take it away, just let me know the results.”
Heine beckons Megumi.
“Come try out your new body.”
The silver soulfire left George and scurried into Naga.
After a few minutes, Naga’s eyes opened.
He slowly rose to his feet and stiffly surveyed his surroundings.
After a short period of adjustment, he owed Heine a slight curtsy.
“Honorable master, you have succeeded.”
A smile floated up on Heine’s face while her eyes were slightly surprised.
It was because Naga’s silver spots did not disappear.
(End of chapter)