93. Chapter 93 – It’s Getting Better

Chapter 93: Getting Better
Mr. Xia: “Goat?”

“Crap, I seem to have realized ……”

Catching Sheep was wrapped in that holy light and suddenly slashed at the crossbow.

Golden light flickered on the Bone Chopper.

That silhouette was twice the size of the Bone Chopper!

The crossbow carriage shattered in response and broke into two.

But the Chopper’s killing range wasn’t even that long ……

Mr. Xia: “Holy shit, Holy Strike?”

Catch the Goat: “More than that, definitely more than that!”

He slashed at the crossbow, and with each slash, the light golden mist on his body became a little thicker.

The somewhat scorching temperature caused Mr. Xia to take a few steps back.

“See, it triggers Holy Light Plus, it’s a Holy Combo.”

Teacher Xia was puzzled, “Why do I feel that it’s a bit similar to the Dark Ovation Strike and Shadow Trick?”

Catch the Goat: “It’s possible, I suspect this place is a parsing table, Heine gave me a whole set of your skills after parsing them, and then I learned them!”

Mr. Xia: “Holy shit, can’t it be that the skills of each profession are really universal? It’s just a different skin?”

Catch the Goat: “There’s nothing wrong with thinking that way, except for the ‘big skills’ that are tailored because of their energy characteristics, basic skills should be standardized and templated.

“Explained from a gameplay perspective, this is convenient for planning to standardize the model and balance the strength by assigning weights, and from a realistic perspective this is also in line with the law of development of things.”

Mr. Xia: “Then what else can we interoperate?”

Catching sheep: “…… I can’t teach you to step on devotion, right?”

The two of them combined, and there really isn’t any.

So the enthusiasm that had just risen was instantly doused.

It’s tragic.

Seeing them gradually regain their composure, Heine brought them out from the battlefield.

Opening his eyes again, he looked at Mr. Xia first.

Fortunately, his soulfire was a normal color.

So it was indeed just a simulation in the gladiatorial arena.

He then walked over to the Catching Goat and used psionics to communicate with it.

“Did you just master a whole new fighting technique?”

“Yes.”

Good!

After going through the process, Heine had Catch the Goat swing his sword at the mountain wall.

Twice as much light as the Bone Chopper erupted from the blade.

A deep indentation was left on the mountain wall.

“Wonderful!”

Heine couldn’t help but applaud.

Guardian Iris was also amazed.

“Holy shit divine strike? Where did you learn that skill? How many levels?”

“Level 7 Sacred Strike, output-oriented tanking skills, our team does not need me to supplement the damage, so use less.”

Catching sheep then briefly introduced the gladiatorial arena.

“So that means you quickly think of something that the brothers can interoperate with, and maybe it will help you unlock a few more skills.”

However, the Northeastern Warlock couldn’t think of anything that he could interoperate with the two melee combatants even after half a day’s hard thinking.

“Alas, if you can give me also the whole legal system long-distance would be good, according to you guys, the principle of the shadow arrow should be similar to the fireball, ice arrow, and now it is just short of this layer of windowpaper, you say how this game does not teach me, teach me I would have done it long ago.”

Teacher Xia joked, “Wei you think in the good, it may be that the game company is afraid of you rubbing skills in reality as well.”

Wei Temple Iris: “That can’t be ah, I’m peaceful in reality, a group of good people ……”

…

Yeah, can we get a spell caster in there?

Heine couldn’t help but think as well.

There was also no rule that said that those who could be pulled into the gladiator arena could only be his summons ……

Besides, the vestigial feeling he had when he first saw this group of Genin soldiers was still fresh in his mind.

That murderous aura was still fresh in his mind.

Naga was the one who had his soul tainted by this group of metahumans at that time.

The first silver spots of broken light appeared on his body, and when the second bottle of Soul Loss Water went down, he became fish bait.

Heine immediately stepped out of the hole in the ground and beckoned to Todd, arranging for him to ask Jones for a captive to come over.

It didn’t take long for the only spell caster among the five captives to be carried over.

Heine remembered him, having been kicked by Mr. Xia and collapsed on the ground in a faint.

The guy was a bit of a mixed student, and he had unleashed at least three different energy attacks in his hands.

Water, Fire, and Shadow.

And balls, arrows, cones, whatever shape.

Sort of speaks to the interoperability of lower level spells.

And the threshold was low, but it was the step towards the door that Heine’s skeletons were missing.

Placing the man on the spell, Heine had Guardian Iris stand across from him.

As a precaution, he had the other two stand behind him, keeping an eye on the elf in front of him.

Only then did he feel relieved to activate the spell.

He was indeed stopped by the Genin soldiers.

It was because he had only brought the one soul, Wei Temple Iris.

But Heine soon made a new discovery.

His own spiritual power was being depleted, while the Yuan Spirit was spontaneously gathering.

They were like ants that had found traces of food.

–So it’s me who’s gathering them?

Heine’s senses moved closer to the gathered metahumans, and then felt a wave of longing.

They were eager to fight!

Heine no longer hesitated.

“Depart!” “Hurry! Quickly! Hurry!”

The familiar rush of Yuan Spirits marching, the familiar raging tide of Yuan Spirits.

Heine withdrew from the spell and stared at the elf.

Under the pupils of the dead, a silver thread poked out of the spell and connected to the elf’s body.

However the imagined image of the hunt did not appear.

The fainting elf did not tremble, and no materialized gelatinous soul matter gushed out of his mouth and nose.

Heine watched as his body was covered in silver flecks that eventually joined together.

Then later, no bait appeared, instead he got a silver soul.

An illusory silver soul.

Almost identical to the wandering souls he had seen summoned by others under the pupils of the dead ……

It was as if the metahumans had stripped it from this body.

Heine’s heart shook wildly as an idea inexplicably occurred to him:
Soul Loss Water was a poor imitation of this perfect process.

As he had thought before, the bait itself was a product of the meta-spirits contaminating the soul.

But the bait was not the original purpose.

For the meta-spirit was not contaminating the soul, but making a replacement.

Or stripped.

Only a failed stripping becomes contamination, so a large amount of soul mass is expelled from the body, and all that’s left at the end is a cloud of silver bait.

Could this be a more specific use of this spell?

Heine couldn’t care much and hurriedly re-connected to the spell formation.

This time it was unobstructed.

He possessed two souls!

…

In the gladiatorial arena, the scene shaped before remains.

Standing across from Guardian Iris was a bewildered soul.

Moreover, he was alive.

As soon as he appeared, he showed a different kind of trepidation than the player:

He was yelling and screaming.

“Who are you? Where am I? You damn humans, what have you done to me!?”

Good, he actually retained his sanity.

The elf’s words were clearly audible to Guardian Iris as well, but the northeasterner couldn’t understand them.

So he just didn’t answer.

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Heine passes the sense of battle to the two, then shapes the staffs for them.

Being the most basic style of staff, it was just a piece of wood with the two basic circuits of Absorption and Release carved on the head and tail.

Heine had learned this in the Buried Lands, and it was as basic as a multiplication mnemonic, and didn’t bother him in the slightest to construct it.

–The next step was up to Wei’s own creation.

With that in mind, he looked to the two people on the field who were casting spells.

He had already allowed Shadow energy to fill the battlefield, so the two would subconsciously use the spells that best suited the environment.

The elf was nervous but followed his instincts, inspired by the belligerent factor.

Who cares, fight first!
Shadow energy gathered into a ball at the tip of his staff, then flung it out with ease.

The ball of energy trailed in the air, outlining a V-shaped arrow.

Bang!
It was smashed in midair by a ball of Shadow Flame.

Judging from the location of the smash, the Shadow Arrow’s flight speed was at least twice that of the Shadow Blaze.

The Northeastern Warlock didn’t rush to attack, but stood still and waited.

He also understood the intent of Heine’s move.

The two fought back and forth for several times, but there was no “force field” as expected.

Heine then took the initiative to use her senses to approach a shadow arrow that was forming.

Gathering energy, constructing, releasing ……

There’s nothing to learn here!

Heine learned it in a single glance.

“Hey crikey????”

Guardian Iris suddenly muttered to herself.

He sidestepped his opponent’s Shadow Arrow, even abandoning the Shadow Blaze he was condensing.

Then with a wave of his staff, he only saw a pitch-black V-shaped dart trailing two burning tails shoot straight towards the elf.

Its arrowhead was sharp and solid, vaguely refracting a metallic luster.

It was a completely different thing from the elf’s Shadow Arrow!

“What is this thing?”

The elf looked dumbfounded …… froze in place.

His body was directly pierced through.

But it re-coalesced in the next second.

With this repetition, the battle had turned into a one-sided abuse.

The two sides were not on the same level at all.

Moreover, the elf had lost the will to fight and was like a repeater repeatedly asking what this was.

But every time the words were dispersed before they were finished.

It was like Guardian Kite was playing some kind of racing game, leaving less and less time for his opponent to open his mouth ……

Heine kicked the northeastern man out of the battlefield, leaving him to share the joy with those two goods.

Then he decided to talk to the guy himself.

“What’s your name?” He asked.

His voice seemed to come from the heavens, like a gust of thunder.

The elf’s legs went weak and he directly fell to his knees.

“O gods, please forgive my offense ……”

Thank you for [Belham]’s reward, I didn’t see it yesterday. Confused ah boss confused ah!

(End of chapter)