I Might As Well Quit This Lousy Wizard Profession-Chapter 221 - 195 Night of the Hunt (4) Erosion into an Avatar

Chapter 221: 195 Night of the Hunt (4) Erosion into an Avatar

Chapter 221: 195 Night of the Hunt (4) Erosion into an Avatar

“I can’t live like this anymore, wuwuwu…”

From a residential building beside the street came the sound of glass shattering. A small figure emerged from the stairwell, seemingly helpless, and crouched in the shadow of a large tree.

The little boy patiently waited, hoping his parents would notice his absence and stop their quarreling.

He stared blankly at the patchy ground illuminated by the dim light of a nearby streetlamp. Several somewhat broken tiles seemed to be pulsating as though there was a monster beneath the surface.

He suddenly felt nervous, wanted to urinate, and thought about running home, but his trembling body wouldn’t move.

Suddenly!

A hand burst through the gaps between the tiles, clawing at the edge, pushing hard against it.

Then, with a dull ‘pop’ as if the ground spat out or squeezed out a figure.

It was a handsome big brother.

The man lay on the ground, panting, looking tired.

The little boy swallowed his saliva and quietly shrunk his body even more, trying not to make a sound. His not-so-large eyes were fixed tightly on this scene.

The man rubbed his face, looked up at the sky, seemingly at something indecipherable. His expression suddenly turned anxious, and with a swift roll over…

As he rolled from lying on his back to prostrating, his body rapidly changed, stretching out, and in a flash, transformed into a huge black cat.

The black cat changed once more, becoming sturdier, its fur taking on the appearance of a leopard’s, and then, with a powerful leap, it vanished from sight.

The little boy vigorously rubbed his eyes, turned, and was about to run back home to tell his parents.

But unbeknownst to him, a beautiful big sister now stood by his side.

The big sister wore a very delicate and pretty black dress, her long hair tied with a red ribbon, her lips around a cigarette, holding a large black umbrella.

She looked complicatedly at the spot where the big brother once was, a complexity difficult for a child to understand. Noticing his gaze, she looked down and smiled slightly.

With her dark red lips slightly parted, she raised a slender finger to her lips and whispered, “Shh, don’t tell anyone. This is your secret for life.”

The little boy became bewildered for a moment, then with a serious face, nodded vigorously.

The big sister smiled faintly, glanced at the nearby building, then back at him, “Don’t be scared by illusions. Your parents love each other very much, and they love you too.”

The little boy didn’t understand.

But once again, the big sister’s figure had disappeared.

…

Lin An was in a hurry. He had just used his Sky Drifter Eyes to survey the surroundings and discovered that the Caidai Witch had been captured.

Not only had she been caught, she seemed severely injured, currently being held by a towering black-robed Kapok with one hand, like a lifeless object.

This large Kapok’s witchcraft looked very strange, like a mirage bubble.

Every time Zhuang, wielding a giant hammer, caught it, the bubble would instantly shatter and then recondense its shape in another corner.

As the saying goes, anxiety creates confusion. Zhuang was fixated on the figure holding the Caidai Witch, completely ignoring the casting of no fewer than nine other black-robed Kapoks surrounding him.

Perhaps under some influence, he seemed to lose his agility, becoming as stiff as a boss in a game that draws aggro.

Lin An’s spirit intuition was certainly not wrong.

The targets of these black-robed Kapoks were indeed Zhuang.

They appeared to be performing some sort of unique joint casting technique, slowing Zhuang’s movements to visible sluggishness, as though he was stuck in a quagmire.

Lin An had just utilized the Zou Yu Transformation ability to phase through, intending to pull Zhuang out of the quagmire, and immediately felt a buzzing in his head.

His body became rigid in an instant, as if numerous ropes were restraining him, threatening to tear him limb from limb.

In fact, within the vision of the spirit, those nine witchcraft-casting witches had conjured a giant banyan tree with their dark gold statues, its countless aerial roots swirling in every corner, truly entangling him.

More terrifying still, these aerial roots were vibrating rhythmically, as if probing and simulating Lin An’s body.

Bloodline simulation!

Lin An could vaguely realize that this witchcraft was doing just that!

Because he had done something similar himself—Spirit Drawing.

Mr. Liu’s ‘Bloodline Simulation’ was far more advanced than his own; it wasn’t just a progress bar going from nothing to something, from something to complete. Each aerial root of the banyan tree had its own task.

To put it in Lin An’s professional terms, this thing was actually multi-threaded.

Some aerial roots were rapidly changing their vibration frequency, attempting to find a rhythm that resonated with his body’s bloodline. Some had already pierced his skin.

The roots that had penetrated the skin were also vibrating, attempting to alter the frequency of his body to resonate more easily with the roots exploring his bloodline’s rhythm.

At the same time, they seemed to be constantly influencing the function of his Five Zang-organs and Six Fu-organs System, continuously stimulating his body, releasing a variety of hormones, neurotransmitters, lactic acid, gastric juices, and a series of other things.

It even controlled the relaxation and contraction of the muscles, tendons, and skin to change the speed of the blood flow.

This terrifying witchcraft was like a super control panel, constantly fiddling with everything inside Lin An’s body, about to transform Lin An into a completely different appearance in an instant.

What was even more terrifying was that through the body’s transformation, it stimulated the emotions in reverse, rapidly triggering Lin An’s recollection of various images, thus bringing about more desires.

These obviously touched upon the spirit, it was continuously prying at the Spiritual Energy of the Spirit Realm, causing Lin An to passively perform some kind of Super Dimensional witchcraft, reapplying it to himself.

And as the spirit was influenced and the body controlled, the mind inevitably began to change as well.

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Extremely terrifying!

Lin An had only planned to momentarily enter and prepare to instantly exit the battlefield through space traversal, but he unexpectedly failed to do so.

It was as if a rat tried to fly quickly over a glue trap, but got instantly stuck, the more he struggled, the deeper he sank into the changes of body, mind, and spirit.

Luckily, Lin An was no longer the same as when he’d first started.

He had not only learned some instincts but also had many thoughts of his own.

Now, no matter how intricate this erosion seemed, wasn’t the underlying logic just a Mind Gambit?

In this regard, it should be the strong suit of a Witch-hunting Knight.

Although he didn’t know why Zhuang couldn’t break free, for him, at least he had a method to use.

The Soul Balancer derived from the Skinning Knife Skill! (151)

When Professor Cao taught him, the power of this ‘Skinning Knife Skill’ should originate from the spirit, from the spirit within the Lu Jiao. But in Lin An’s understanding, this power should come from the mind.

The difference in perception had a vastly different effect when casting spells.

Now with his body greatly affected and his spirit suddenly a mess, only his mind was extremely difficult to invade, leaving Lin An with room to struggle.

“Roar~~~”

Zou Wu suddenly roared skywards, with black and white fur shimmering with flowing light, presenting a spectrum of colors around him.

These colors were instantly extinguished by the entanglement of the Banyan Tree Aerial Roots, but the Furnace Power that followed burst forth.

An orange-red luster covered each tip of his hair, like strands of steel wire burning and about to melt.

Lin An shook Zou Yu’s body, his fur flailing like countless knives, instantly severing those tree roots.

He had wanted to take the opportunity to rescue Zhuang, but at that moment, he stumbled fiercely and let out a pained howl.

The remnants of the Banyan Tree Aerial Roots that had pierced into his body were being absorbed by his flesh.

That sting of pain spread to every corner of his body, hurting so much that he instantly lost his resistance.

In that instant, the Aerial Roots pierced towards him again.

But in that same instant, Lin An had already suppressed all the chaotic energies within him, flailing the orange-red tips of his hair once more, and carved out a narrow space for himself.

With a step, he instantly left the battlefield.

Thud.

Lin An stumbled and fell on the rooftop of a distant building, letting out an involuntary shrill howl.

It hurt so much~

Unbearably painful!

He clawed desperately at the edge of the rooftop’s parapet, staring down with beastly eyes coldly at those ten black-robed ‘Kapok’, clearly realizing that this high-end battle was not something a shrimp like him, who had just entered the Supernatural World not long ago, could meddle in.

But he couldn’t just stand by.

Could he really just watch as Zhuang was killed by Mr. Liu or very likely turned into a clone?

Putting aside the kindness Zhuang had shown him, just the fact that Zhuang was in trouble meant that he and the power of his Witch Organization would likely not be able to avoid this fate.

When the nest is overturned, no egg is left unbroken.

Lin An’s gaze was deep as he quickly surveyed the battlefield, his giant beast eyes slightly twitching.

When in doubt…

Deal with it from the perspective of the spirit!

If he couldn’t handle the terrifying witchcraft that was likely creating clones, couldn’t he still deal with those Dark Gold Statues casting the witchcraft?

HIs monstrous arm, thicker than his thigh when in human form, swung fiercely, as a red rope whipped through the air with a crack.

Lin An’s Zou Yu beast form pushed off fiercely from the parapet of the building’s rooftop, appearing in mid-air in an instant, his claws swinging, wrapping around the neck of a Dark Gold Statue in an instant, and he bit down on the statue’s head with his gaping jaws!