139. Chapter 139 – Kar-Ilan

Chapter 139 – Carl Elam
The moment Ryder shot him, he took out the bottle.

But the rage inside was not activated.

No, I should say it was activated, but it was scared back.

Yes, scared back.

If anger in a bottle is a lion.

Then his own anger is a Tyrannosaurus Rex.

The king of all beasts was worthless before it.

The retreating anger did not disappear, but circled back to the bottle.

So the little remaining “Barry’s Rage” was directly covered, as if the big guy was squeezed into the corner of the shivering, hardly feel the original refutation.

Heine’s spirit was a little tired, but better than the first time she used it.

And he could feel that the contents of the bottle were indeed pure.

He exhaled softly and stepped forward to examine Red’s body.

Sure enough, he was still alive.

But the soul was dead.

I myself, in my extreme anger, gave the command to “strangle” the spirit.

This is completely different from the stripping on the jousting spell.

In the case of Nobita and Sabriya, for example, both were stripped of their souls while they were still alive, and then their bodies died, bringing forth the aura of death.

But Ryder’s soul was churned out by the Genin soldiers, and his physical body was still alive.

But both also have the same thing in that they both require the involvement of the Genin soldiers.

So where do the soldiers come from?

Heine tried calling out to the meta-spirits swimming in the air.

They do respond, but it’s all very cute.

They don’t suddenly turn into soldiers.

“That is to say, it’s that state that raises my genjutsu affinity, and that’s what allows me to cross over and use psionics, or even pluck ordinary genjutsu up to soldier level?”

He suddenly remembered the “Bell Ringing” skill.

In war3, the human main city could turn peasants into militia by ringing bells……

The two were somewhat similar.

“Maybe this is the psionic skill represented by the gladiatorial spells, the same as building bridges and fishing.”

He had some more clarity.

Neither stripping nor strangulation was the true meaning of gladiatorial spells.

The true meaning was to shake people!
However, this also made him relieved, in addition to the Soul Loss Water, the Yuanling Soldiers could also produce this kind of “living dead”.

Heine turned his attention to the cage next to him.

Inside was a mage.

Pale blue robes, with gray hair and a ridiculously high hairline.

His face was gaunt and he looked to be in his forties or fifties, and there were marks of whip lashes on his body.

But after meeting Linumu and Ta, and knowing about old man Wei, he no longer dared to rely on his appearance to judge his age.

What if this was a twenty-year-old fellow?
He had been staring at Heine since that scene not long ago.

If his eyes weren’t still moving, Heine would have thought he was petrified.

It wouldn’t be good for Heine to have Duo possess Ryder in front of him.

“Who are you? Why are you here?” He asked.

The man snapped out of his hysteria with a jolt and looked at Heine excitedly:

“What level of meta-spirit affinity do you …… have?”

Heine was puzzled: “Who are you?”

“Carl Ilan. You’re Heine, right? I know you, we all know you! But they would never have imagined that you would have such a terrifying talent!”

“???”

Heine was shocked.

You guys? Them?
Wait ……

He realized with a jolt …… Seyon Poetry Club?
“Who are you?” He asked in a cold voice.

“The Seion Poetry Club! I’m a member of the Poetry Club, and it looks like someone bypassed surveillance to tell you!”

Carl got even more excited, clanging his cage with joy:
“Who told you, elf? A Nyss? Or some mage like me?”

Heine didn’t answer.

He remembered Ciara saying that the Poetry Society needed no verification, he could judge for himself.

For example, the difference between her and other strong people above level five was:

Her power had no special emotions and would not resist itself.

This resistance and rejection has nothing to do with one’s emotions, it is natural and passive.

This has been proven with Linumu.

That resistance was still there in him when he returned to meet the wood elf this time.

So Carl Ilan ……

He doesn’t look like a powerhouse over level five by any stretch of the imagination, does he?

How was this going to be judged on its own?

Karl: “I know what you’re thinking, there’s no repulsive force on me right? That’s for sure, because I’m only a level three mage, not yet ready to generate repulsive force, that’s why the Poetry Club guys don’t want me, but my research is definitely valuable, otherwise they wouldn’t have let me know about the Poetry Club’s existence, and I ……”

Damn, you’re not a member of the Poetry Society what kind of big tail wolf are you pretending to be!
So Heine frowned and asked back:

“So what is the Poetry Club?”

Carl’s voice screeched to a halt like a chicken with its neck in a chokehold.

He covered his face with his hands and looked horrified.

“It’s over, it’s over, you don’t know about the Poetry Club but I stabbed my name out, this time my life is going to be lost …… Wait, you definitely lied to me right? “Very well, that’s reasonable, your caution is warranted, after all, the slightest carelessness can catch trouble, I’ll think about how I’m going to make you believe me ……”

He suddenly broke into a wry smile:

“You used psionics to control Naga didn’t you?”

Heine was shocked in her heart.

Damn it, how did he even know about this?
But thanks to practicing the “Don’t Laugh Challenge” with the players for a long time, his ability to control facial muscles was at the level of a master.

His face was as calm as water, and he didn’t move at all.

Looking at the expressionless Heine, the hope in Carl’s eyes disappeared.

He began to frantically scratch his hair, dandruff flying about.

“Ahhhhhhh how am I going to make you believe ……”

He suddenly rolled up his sleeves, revealing two thin arms.

“Come on, put a blood spell on me! That should always make you believe me, right?”

This time it was Heine who was confused.

Because of Gitil, the blood spells in the McCalla Mountains were fancy.

But outside of the mountains, blood spells meant only one thing:
Enslavement.

As a basic spell, it also essentially regulates behavior with punishment, without mind-binding.

But even so, its conditions are extremely harsh.

Either there was a disparity in strength, a difference of as much as three or four levels.

Either one side is willing.

That’s why the Blood Servants are all dull and dumb, only intellectually impaired to be unresisting.

The fact that even someone as terrified as Simon wouldn’t trade a blood spell for a heartbeat shows how irrational this stuff is.

“Are you serious?” Heine said suspiciously.

“Cut the crap and get a grip!” Carl muttered, “I trust the genin, not you, get a move on!”

Good guy, why are you in more of a hurry than me ……

Using a blood spell for the first time, Heine was quite new.

With a flash of blood light, a bright red mark somewhat similar to the Soul Repelling Curse was added to Carl’s arm.

“Now that you’re down to earth, let me out!”

Carl clanked against the bars.

Heine cried and laughed at how it was more godlike than him.

He had the goat catcher open the cage, and without hiding it, he put Duo directly into Red’s body so she could read the memories as quickly as possible.

Kal stared at the scene with rapt attention, mouthing the words:

“A perfect evil spirit, no death aura, the purest form of soul mass …… Is this how you control Naga?”

“How did you guess?”

Carl scratched his hair, “I originally didn’t think much about it at all, but after being locked up, I found out what happened here from Frey, and never waited for the House of Truth to send someone, so I knew it was the source of the information that had been blocked.”

Heine froze, “How long ago did you come here?”

Karl: “I came a few days after Naga wrote back, about a month, twenty days ago? I arrived at Eagle Wing City by airship, and then entered Granite Town on foot, it was all my fault that my hand was cheap, I saw the detector index was abnormal, so I followed the traces of the genesis annihilation to find it, only to come in and realize that it had been taken over long ago, and then I was locked up.”

“Detector?”

“Here, this.”

Karl reached out and summoned it, grabbing the thing with his mage hand.

Like a gameboy, it was silver in color, and as he touched the buttons, it displayed a line of numbers.

A bolded 99.
“Don’t get me wrong, 99 is my test limit, but definitely not the limit here.”

Carl even said and gestured, “This is a small metahuman laboratory, definitely not comparable to that kind of possession factory, and I can guarantee that the spell formation is hidden somewhere, it’s just that my detector isn’t accurate enough.

“By the way, how did you find it, you haven’t answered me back yet, what level of meta-spirit affinity are you, how many meta-spirit spell formations did you find? What about psionics?”

The questions shot out like a barrage, those who didn’t know would have thought that Heine was under a blood spell.

“Hold your horses.”

Heine signaled him to calm down.

“Let’s do this another way, I’ll ask, you answer, let me get my bearings first.”

“Good.”

Carl answered dryly.

“What’s this place for? What are those black things? What do all these devices do? And ……”

Heine picked up the silver wand that Red had used on him at the time.

“What’s this?”

It looked like a large laser pointer, out of place in the magical picture of the mountains of McCalla.

Carl thought for a moment.

“I’ll have to start you off at the beginning.

“Spells are essentially techniques for using energy, and fixing and encapsulating a spell in an object makes it a magical component.

“But this whole workflow and thought process wasn’t pioneered by mages, it originally came from the meta-spirit labs.

“‘Meta’ means tiny, so a meta-spirit is a tiny spirit.

“Including the word ‘component’ was first used for meta-spirit instruments, only now the magical community doesn’t recognize the term.

“Here, with these devices, we can solidify psionics on an object, making it a meta-spiritual instrument.

“The thing in your hand is a meta psionic device that I spent many days producing, as for the black thing you said …… I really don’t know.”

Carl scratched his head hard:

“What did you see that was black?”

(End of chapter)