Within the barrier constructed by the grating, the gluttonous insects violently hit the barrier that blocked it, and the roar was deafening.
"Why don't you kill it?" Heather and the Star Knights wanted to help, but when they saw the solid barrier that was constantly rippling, they couldn't help but turn around and ask.
"Observe for a while." Mao Jing raised his right hand high, and the spear flashing with holy light condensed and formed, hanging high above the head of the gluttonous insect. "Although Lu Yu and his friends know a lot about summons, they probably also know about this."
I am interested in this scene.”
Only the instinctive glutton seemed not to feel the fatigue and pain. His ferocious impact caused the head, tail, and flesh to fly everywhere, but the mouths all over the body continued to eat.
Damage→Eat→Repair, the cycle continues.
The weak magic power fluctuations surrounding the gluttonous insect gradually became fiercer, like a singer with a broad vocal range who suddenly burst into song after a short period of brewing. The absorbed magic power was fully accumulated in the body, and the overflowing "pool" outwards.
Spurting, a blast sounded, and the grating barrier blocking the gluttonous insects flickered on and off.
"eat……"
"hungry……"
"I want to eat you!"
Bessa's neutral voice seemed to have leaked out of the air now, and when he spoke, he kept making the "dong-dong" sound of drinking water, as if he was trying to swallow something.
Heather's hair stood on end. She raised her head and stared at Bessa, who had only half of her body exposed below the glutton's neck and her eyes were dull. Real fear arose in her strong heart.
"She...isn't dead?" someone asked.
Mao Jing's perception brought the answer: "No, her current state is very subtle."
The summoner's loss of consciousness will not cause the summons to disappear, and most summons will continue to perform the duty of guarding the summoner.
Even if the summoner dies, the summoned object can still persist for a few seconds, because there is still the remaining magic power and aura of the summoner in the ritual, which prevents the collapse of the ritual and everything will settle down.
But the glutton in front of her was absorbing magic power through the body of the summoner himself.
"I'm going to eat you, eat you!" The glutton's voice was getting closer and closer to Bessa, as if the one he was shouting was her who had been made a puppet by flesh and blood.
"Swallowed her flesh and blood, took over her ritual, used her as an anchor, and became a living person instead of an illusory body constructed by the ritual, which continues to exist..." Mao Jing was also a little shocked, and she couldn't help but ask in her heart, "
Lu Yu, is this the power that emerged because of you?"
The glutton became more and more cruel, and she cursed the cat thorn loudly, but the things she said the most were "I'm hungry" and "I really want to eat".
In the quiet forest, under its crazy howling, countless creatures trembled.
In this situation that made my scalp numb when I heard about it, a group of about a dozen adventurers appeared and approached cautiously.
Heather's explanation did not make them retreat. Instead, it seemed that they believed that Catthorn had captured an extremely rare monster and planned to get a piece of the pie.
The Knights of the Star admired the boldness of these people. Seeing such a weird-looking being and the magician who could subdue it, they dared to make a wrong decision.
In order to prevent the untimely surge of anger to kill this group of people, Mao Jing had to show the power of an eighth-level magician and illuminate the pitch-black land like daylight.
Seeing the desperate escape of the missing team, Heather couldn't help but sigh: "You are so kind to them."
Merciful?
After leaving the Theocracy and Meira, Catjing never felt that she was still the kind leader of the nuns in black, but such praise was repeatedly mentioned in many wonderful encounters.
The cycle of devouring → repairing seems to have been broken. The fallen flesh and blood can no longer meet the needs of repair. The body of the gluttonous insect will weaken a little after each impact, and the body shape will not be the same as before.
There was a hint of anthropomorphic fear in the gluttonous insect's voice: "Forgive me...let me leave...let me leave."
If those pleas for mercy, like a baby crying, were heard by people who couldn't see the situation, they might actually be merciful.
Under the gaze of everyone, the gluttonous insect whose cycle was stopped fell to the ground helplessly. The flesh and blood scattered on the ground no longer maintained the bright color, like the land that had become brittle and uncultivable after excessive intervention of magic. Every piece of meat was covered with
It is full of wrinkles, like dry and cracked dry land.
Except for the bloody throat and thighs that were gnawed at the beginning, Bessa's body was relatively intact. Until then, her heart was still beating and she was not dead. However, she was no longer able to respond to external stimuli and became
A pure soulless puppet.
The body of the gluttonous insect is a ball the size of a fist. It is too weak to roll. Before Heather can execute it personally, it turns into dots of fluorescent light and disintegrates into the night sky.
The ceremony is completely over.
"As long as you finish eating, can you survive forever?" Mao Jing thought thoughtfully, "It's very similar to living beings..."
With this thought in mind, Mao Jing swung his light gun and pierced Bessa's heart, ending her pain early.
The people of the Knights of the Stars consulted Cat Jing before they stepped forward to search for Bessa's belongings. A magician like her who traveled to a foreign continent might bring some treasures with her.
Magic crystals, lighting crystals, scrolls, and some tightly wrapped potion dust are not a big harvest.
A blood-stained and half-broken scroll caught Mao Jing's attention. She took it and glanced at it, closing her eyes regretfully.
It was too hasty and I didn't clean up Bessa's loot first.
Mao Jing didn't know much about summoning. He only knew that the map seemed to be some kind of summoning process. It was most likely the exact method to summon this gluttonous insect...
wrong!
Mao Jing carefully compared the damaged parts and found that they were not caused by gnawing by gluttonous insects, but more like man-made lacerations.
She glanced at Besa, who was still staring, and sighed: "You are really thoughtful. I brought this picture with you just to have room to reverse the situation when you fall into a dangerous situation. Otherwise, I wouldn't have thought of someone who knew how to summon the person."
Those who are attentive need to record these specifically."
The desire for knowledge will make every summoner get entangled. If you want to obtain additional content, you need to bargain with Besa. Even if the final situation is not favorable to Besa, it can always add some variables.
"It's a pity, there's only half of it." Heather shook her head regretfully.
"No, half a scroll is enough." Mao Jing carefully wiped off the blood stains on the scroll, "I believe that even if Lu Yu's ability is only half, it will not be difficult for him."
After a night of silence and sufficient rest, Mao Jing and others rushed to Anfeng City and were not as unpopular as the blacksmith said. The deep-water port was open for business, and anyone with money would do business.
In this chaotic era, the value of various metal currencies plummeted, and magic crystals and magic cores, which were in great demand by magicians, were very popular. After using a defective crystal to open a path, they learned that the magic crystal was moored in the port.
Among the merchant ships, there happened to be one that was about to go to the trading continent Durderan.
As for Kolai and Mela whom Mao Jing asked about, all the ship owners looked at each other in confusion.
The area they were in was so remote that even Mao Jing had difficulty piecing together a suitable route home through the memories of the journey. He had to first find a densely populated supercontinent with a long history to transfer.
This was not an easy trip home, and Mao Jing and her party were well prepared, but on the third day at sea, they encountered an unprecedented storm, which she did not expect.
The ocean-going ship named Requiem not only needs to fully open its shields at this moment, but also needs a magician who is proficient in the water element to help replenish the essence, so as to prevent the merchant ship from turning into a submarine and having face-to-face conversations with the new sea tribe.
Gardner, the captain of the Requiem Captain, is a shrewd and capable middle-aged man. At this time, he is commanding a group of slaves he rescued to rush left and right in the endless wind and waves. The barrier that was almost broken just now allowed seawater to seep through the gaps and splash down.
, sitting on the mast overlooking the sea, he was drenched and fell from the air. If Mao Jing had not reached out to rescue him, this fifth-level magician might have died of frustration due to lack of reaction in time.
"Thank you so much. This damn wave is bumpy and fast..."
Walking on the sea all the year round, he felt as if he was walking on flat ground on a boat, so he had to lean slightly and use the two magics of wood and wind to fix his body shape. The huge Requiem was like a lonely boat on the vast sea, following the surging sea water.
Heaven and sea.
A sailor from the Knights of the Star staggered towards the power cabin where the magic circle was located. He passed by and muttered: "The name is too unlucky, Requiem... Now all the resentful spirits in the sea are coming to find you."
"Hey, you can't say that." Gardner glared, "It's just that a natural disaster happened to make you think of this. The sea is ruthless. I go out to sea to make a living just for a bite of food. I don't do anything wrong.
, I will have a clear conscience if I don’t join those guys in the slave trade.”
Mao Jing did not expect that this rough-looking captain could be so eloquent and generous, so he walked towards the bow of the ship and shouted loudly.
"The Requiem not only respects the sea and hopes that the souls of those who died in the sea can rest in peace, but also hopes to rest the souls of those of us who have difficulty surviving on land!"
It was like the Theocracy prayed for the silver maple tree, but the sea's response seemed unfriendly. The Requiem sank into the sea again, and the water element essence was released with all its strength, rushing toward the sea surface along with the ocean currents with difficulty.
The strange fluctuations of magic power stunned Mao Jing. She turned her head suddenly and saw in the turbulent seawater not far away, something not much bigger than a palm, with thin wings like a dragonfly, approaching the Requiem against the turbulent seawater.
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Closer, closer, Mao Jing could see its appearance clearly.
She has a pretty appearance similar to the common elves in Mera. Her whole body is as light as a butterfly. The undercurrent moves, but cannot stop its movements. It is as if the wings can vibrate in the sea water without resistance, rising and falling.
Suddenly, he came in front of her.
Small and cute was Mao Jing's first impression of this creature she had never seen before. She stopped on Mao Jing's outstretched finger. Her face, which was not much different from that of an elf, was full of anxiety. Her little hand desperately pointed in one direction.
The small mouth was mumbling something, but Mao Jing couldn't understand a word.
The little guy's body shimmered, and Mao Jing instinctively wanted to activate the magic alert, but miraculously, a broken voice echoed in her mind.
"there."
Mao Jing's face was filled with shock. She looked down at the little guy.
"there!"
She stretched out her hand and pointed into the distance again.
"There's a safe place over there, right?"
After saying this, Mao Jing was helpless. How could this little guy of unknown race and unknown origin know what she was talking about?
Just as he was thinking this, the little guy actually looked happy.
Maojing quickly found Captain Gardner, who was jumping on the bow of the ship.
"What, you mean, this strange guy is guiding us to a safe zone?" Gardner hesitated slightly. Although he said it with a clear conscience, he had heard of many incidents over the years of ghost ships luring and killing passing ships.
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Seeing another big wave coming, and several waterspouts appearing not far away, with alarming power, Gardner gritted his teeth and decided to take a gamble.
The Requiem took out the remaining half of the water element essence and activated it with all its strength, allowing the Requiem, which was about to disintegrate as a toy, to turn its bow and walk in the direction pointed by the little guy.
"Do you understand me?"
The little guy resting on her hand fluttered around the cat thorn, nodding frequently.
"How did you get into this barrier?"
The defensive barrier of the Requiem was completely useless to it. It was like a ball of mist, getting in easily.
The answer to the question is not a simple "yes" or "no". The little guy hesitated for a while.
"ability?"
It wasn't an illusion, Mao Jing really heard what this cute little guy was saying.
It's not traditional language communication, but another level!
"What are you guys?"
After asking the question twice, the little one covered his head. Mao Jing just wanted to give up.
"...Fairy."
I don’t know how long it had been bouncing in the waves, but the Requiem, which was moaning in pain, finally moved away from the outer circle of the storm, and was no longer carried forward by the terrifying natural disaster. Shortly after they left, following the direction pointed by the goblin,
The coastline is revealed.
It's not an isolated island, it's more like a complete continent in scale.
The sailors and passengers on the Requiem cried with joy and hugged each other. They once thought that as time went by, their last strength would be consumed little by little by the outer ring of the storm, and they would turn into dead souls in the sea. They never thought...
Gardner looked at the smiling little boy lying on Mao Jing's shoulder in surprise. He couldn't figure it out and could only shake his head.
The Requiem was about to dock, but the fairy who was chatting and laughing with Mao Jing suddenly showed a look of horror. She shook her head desperately, pointed at the sea, and grabbed a corner of Mao Jing's clothes, as if she wanted her to leave quickly.
"What's wrong with you? Isn't this the place you led me to?" Mao Jing was stunned.
The goblin was at a loss as to what to do, and the voice from his heart began to be blurred.
No matter what the goblin wants to say, the Requiem cannot continue sailing. They must go ashore to resupply after experiencing natural disasters, otherwise the next natural disaster will send them to feed the new sea tribe.
"Heather, tell your people and the sailors of the Requiem that there may be something wrong with this place."
The fairy has already hid in Mao Jing's hair, shivering. ()