Chapter 563 – The Scarlet Recital

Chapter 563 – Scarlet Recital

Monte’s originally complete body of consciousness ended up providing only half of a black book page, unable to even communicate at the most basic level.

Saul was also worried about his body in the outside world, and without further hesitation, he directly left the consciousness platform.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Little Algae dangling him and running wildly on the roof of the settlement.

And on his side was Herman, who could only move the upper half of his body, holding his legs in one hand and branching off with Komo in the other, moving along with them.

And dozens of meters behind them, the huge second-order termite was flying in.

In its mouth, the termite was still chewing on one of Monton’s hands.

“What’s going on? It hasn’t worked yet?”

Saul immediately accelerated his flight, scuttling even faster, driven by the small algae.

Herman said anxiously from the side, “There was already a reaction in the beginning, but it turns out that after the termites ate Monty’s body, the magic power fluctuations on his body unexpectedly became stronger again, and even faintly showed signs of promotion!”

Saul turned back to look at the termite whose body’s insect armor was even sharper, knowing that the other party had already begun to enter the final stage of breakthrough.

If he ate himself again, he might actually succeed in advancing!
“How many candles are left?” Saul quickly asked.

“There’s still the last one left. It doesn’t seem to be very interested in candles anymore. The piece that was just thrown out only made it hesitate slightly, but it didn’t run to devour it.”

“We’re much more attractive to it now.”

Sol reached out, “Give me the last candle.”

Without hesitation, Herman handed Saul the last small candle, less than two centimeters long.

Saul got the candle and clutched it in his palm for a moment, then raised his hand and threw it directly at the termite’s mouth.

Faced with food that could be picked up along the way, the termite did not hesitate this time, opening its mouth and swallowing it along with Monty’s arm.

Saul, on the other hand, took the opportunity to accelerate once again and arrived at his final destination, the Court of Common Ground.

At a glance, he saw the basement that was exposed after the collapse of the Bonanza Court, and casually took Herman back into his diary as he swooped down.

In the basement were several thin-necked bottles that had fallen to the ground, filled with a pale yellow liquid.

By now the termites behind him were already catching up again.

Saul jumped straight into the General Court and picked up the bottles in the basement.

He opened the bottle, and an extremely irritating smell rushed straight to his nostrils.

It was as if peppermint mixed with refreshing oil and topped with mustard.

This stimulation made Saul’s nasal passages become fiery, and even his brain seemed to be set on fire.

He hastily closed his breath and even put a layer of close-fitting mage armor over his body.

He then coalesced a drop of liquid in his palm and handed it in, recapping the bottle.

Turning back, the termites had already descended from the sky and pounced on him.

Saul casually threw the bottle at the termites, rolled himself, and detonated the bottle on the way.

The pungent smell immediately overflowed the basement, but the termites were so interested in the liquid in the bottle that they left Saul behind for a moment and got down on the floor to suck on it.

Thor, still wearing his mage armor, took the opportunity to make a few leaps and rejoin the crumbling roof of the upper level of the Court of Common Ground.

Just then, a voice sounded behind him.

“That took a bit longer than I expected.” Kismet came out of nowhere and walked slowly to Sol’s side, similarly looking down at the termites feasting below.

“This ant acid is originally what the worker ants offer to the queen to eat after finding food and mixing it. The termite in front of me is not yet a queen, but it can be transformed into a queen at any time when it needs to reproduce. Tsk, it’s about to be promoted, a third-order bow-backed termite, when it becomes the queen, it’ll be a genuine Bichir.”

Saul didn’t pay any attention to Kismet, just focused on watching the termites feed.

Kismet turned his head and asked curiously, “My master’s brother, why aren’t you running yet? Don’t you want to crack the spell of the enclosure while you’re at it and prepare to offer yourself as the next food to Bichirye?”

Sol, however, was calm, “There is no need to run away anymore.”

There was some suspicion in Kismet’s expression that held a smile, as he once again looked down at the termites below and gradually realized the abnormality. At this time, the termites had already eaten up the liquid spilled on the ground, but did not chase after them again.

It was lying on the ground, its entire body twisting.

The hard insect armor continued to thicken and grow larger.

But the newborn bug armor clashed with the original bug armor. Either directly on top of each other, or slipped into the flesh through the gaps in the bug armor, turning from the original protective shell into bone spikes that hurt the body!

And the termite’s body was growing rapidly, but this growth remained twisted.

Its limbs were bent inward, but its head was turned upward, and its huge body was squeezed together, constantly emitting the sound of “Kara Kara Kara”.

Then even the tissues in the body were pushed out by the abnormally growing armor and the limbs inside, and the huge abdomen burst open, with white and black slurry flowing all over the place.

Saul’s face was indifferent, and inwardly he breathed a long sigh of relief.

He then squinted at the shocked Kismet, “After determining that he was interested in the candles made from ant acid, I added a little bit of spice to the more concentrated ant acid solution and gave it to eat.”

Sol bowed his head and continued to admire the demise of a second-rank magical creature.

“This bowback termite was not born naturally, and I found that he didn’t even have a stable mental body.”

Thus the diary reminded Saul that the bowback termite could not be destroyed by him pulling it into the consciousness platform.

Because it was like lifting tofu with a thin thread, it couldn’t be lifted at all.

It’s just as hyped up as the boy Saul met who faked his death to escape.

Even if such an existence was promoted to the third rank, it would quickly perish.

Because in the Masterless Land, with pollution everywhere, it simply couldn’t withstand it.

I also wonder if the Monte Grand Sorcerer is clear about this?
At this time, the already bulging and deformed termite head exploded violently, the broken shells fell all over the place, and surprisingly, there was no longer much soft body tissue inside.

Obviously, the rapid growth of the body had drained all the nutrients from the interior.

Although the six legs were still twitching, Saul could already tell that this Bowback Termite …… that was likely to be promoted to the third rank was already dead!

was already dead through and through!

Sol immediately executed the Black Blade, and with a few clicks, he chopped off the only ant wing that was still intact and stable by the roots, and then stored it in the storage device.

At this moment, the shock in Kismet’s eyes had turned into appreciation.

He looked at Saul with unblinking eyes, slapped his forehead, and sighed with a smile, “You are truly my favorite term master! Please allow me to dedicate a song to you~”

“Can I pick my own?” Sol smiles and turns his head.

“Of course! I don’t know many though.”

Saul moved closer and swung out with a sudden punch while Kismet waited!

“Bang!”

“Unh!”

Kismet was viciously punched in the face by Saul’s fist wrapped in dark attributes!
The skin at the corner of his mouth ruptured and blood dripped down his chin onto his robes.

“Your cry of pain is just fine.”

Saul said, turning and jumping into the basement.

Kismet rubbed the left half of his bulging face, he could have easily gotten rid of the bruise on his face, even he could have just gotten away with not taking the punch.

But he realized that after really pissing someone off, he still had to let the other person vent his anger.

Kismet drew his harp from behind him, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with his other hand and meticulously smearing it on the strings.

Combining it with his own blood, he began to play.

(End of chapter)