The scene before us is truly indescribable.
The giant female figure is unclothed, her eyes tightly shut, an expression of tranquility on her face, her hands folded together, palms inward, shielding her towering breasts, her skin shimring with a faint glow, giving her an extrely sacred appearance.
Endless mice are spewed forth from her pulsating orifices, landing in the mass of mice below that serve as padding, quickly changing posture, joining the rest in sleep around the gigantic figure.
This scene is both grand and eerie, with a touch of unsettling beauty.
Anna’s face is full of shock: "Madwoman, she’s simply a madwoman."
"No, madn seem normal compared to her. The wildest scientific maniacs I’ve read about wouldn’t use such thods on their own bodies,"
Losa is similarly struck speechless, having conversed with this Witch before, whose speech was clear and organized, with normal human emotions, never appearing capable of doing such a thing.
Furinjira is sowhat curious: "Is this woman from the Giants? It really is spectacular."
She seed quite intrigued.
This sort of thing, the Blood Royal Court has even more grotesque scenes.
Anna calms herself, explaining, "She might be a remnant mixed-blood from the Mythical Era, or perhaps a Wizard used so human modification technique. But she definitely isn’t a Giant, Giants have too low a compatibility with Magic Power to beco Wizards."
Losa frowned, saying: "Whether she’s a Giant or another species doesn’t matter, what state is she in now? Will she begin resisting when provoked?"
Anna shook her head: "I don’t know, but most likely she will. She surely left herself with defensive asures, and judging by the Magic Spiritual Light on this female body, if she’s a Wizard, she’s at least at the Legendary Tier, the highest known tier in the Wizard World...so I don’t understand, why would such a powerful Wizard do this?"
"Who knows."
To each their own.
The farrs in the fields only think that the Emperor uses a golden pole to work the fields, and a golden fork, having black bread and at soup for every al.
No one knows what goes on in the minds of a Legendary Wizard.
Losa suggested: "Then while she hasn’t yet awakened, let us try to eliminate her with our strongest attack - is the defense of Legendary Tier Wizards very strong?"
Wizards have always been a model of offense over defense, even stronger Wizards, if caught off guard and attacked upfront, can et their defeat.
"Not necessarily very strong defensively.
But for Wizards, Legendary Level is a whole different scene. If she’s alive, we definitely wouldn’t be her match—but this is only a Legendary remains, perhaps we really have a chance."
Anna pondered, then looked at Eve: "Eve, how much Spiritual Power do you have left?"
Eve shook her head.
Though she had been involved in many areas, precisely because she had spread herself too thin, her total Spiritual Power level remained at that of an ordinary mid-level Wizard, slightly stronger than Nishaya.
The previous support and the subsequent six uses of Earth Travel Technique had exhausted her Spiritual Power.
But she still had to co in.
Or else they wouldn’t be able to leave.
Anna shoved a bottle of "Blue Moon" into her hand.
"This?"
Eve’s eyes were full of confusion, she knew better than Losa the value of this Spiritual Recovery Potion, which for many Wizards was akin to a second life.
"Isn’t it too wasteful for to use it?"
Anna explained: "If we fall into crisis, we need your Earth Travel Technique to help us escape."
"Alright..."
Seeing her accept the magic potion, Anna then turned to Losa.
He was instructing his followers: "Prajna, Furin, you’re in charge of organizing the defense next, if we can’t hold them off, then cover Eve using Earth Travel Technique to retreat."
Prajna lightly nodded, saying nothing. In her simple silence, Losa found great confidence.
Furin looked at the densely packed swarm of rats, she had several large-scale offensive spells, well-suited for clearing such minions, plus Blood Magic was adept at nourishing battle with battle.
The more the enemies were wounded or killed, the more blood flowed, reducing her consumption of Spiritual Power further.
"Chelina, feel free to seize your own opportunities to strike. I trust your battle sense."
Chelina lifted her head and t Losa’s gaze, seeing the trust and esteem in his eyes made her heart feel weighted. She pressed her lips slightly: "I understand."
Having finished this, Losa turned to Anna: "You first or first?"
"I’ll go first."
"Alright."
Losa was delighted at this arrangent; killing ordinary soldiers now, including the rats previously defeated, only yielded diminishing experience.
If he could land the finishing blow on the "Source of the Plague," the experience gained would certainly be gratifying.
Anna began, stepping forward first.
As she drew closer, the ground teeming with rats was gently pushed aside by a soft breeze, as if they were truly asleep, showing no reaction.
As Anna’s low chanting began to echo, the unattached Magic Spiritual Light in the air abruptly stirred as if swept by a sudden typhoon on a calm sea, beginning its rampage.
At this mont, the sleeping swarm of rats seed to sense a threat; they all opened their bloodshot eyes in unison, looking towards Anna.
Anna remained fearless, her chanting growing ever more urgent, the unattached spiritual light under her control ford into a massive, sapphire-hued Light Saber.
Its force was extrely concentrated, seemingly less imposing than the "teor Fire Rain" she’d unleashed before, but highly potent against single targets.
This was the Demon-breaking Blade, its lethality to Wizards far surpassed the "Demon-blocking Gold Weapons" used by mortals, those weapons having lost their ability to threaten Legendary Tier Wizards, but the Demon-breaking Blade certainly could.
The rat swarm went into an absolute frenzy.
The air was filled with their high-pitched screeches.
The entire mountainside, and the "Fungal Mat" covering the ground seed to co alive, forming surging waves aid at engulfing everyone.
Furinjira snapped her fingers, and arrows ford of Blood Magic Power took shape behind her, shooting towards the swarm of rats.
The tide-like swarm of rats charged towards the group.
Most rats were struck by the arrows before they even got close, turning into a ss of blood.
The rats behind stepped into the blood, realizing as they ran that their forelimbs had actually been dissolved, the blood ford small streams on the ground joyfully devouring the lives of mouse after mouse.
But Furinjira couldn’t intercept all the mice.
Seeing the swarm about to overwhelm them, Eve instinctively chanted a spell, attempting to erect a Magic Shield, only to find a black gate-like form already appearing before her.
Four semi-transparent Gates of Hell stood in four different directions.
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