My Fusion System: Fusing a Thousand Chickens at the Start-Chapter 73 - Folson In A Panic

Chapter 73: Folson In A Panic

One minute ago…

Watson stood on Blackmoon Castle’s ground; he watched as the waves engulfed the 500 men. A violent silver snake with an ancient aura rolled inside the waves.

“This is gold-tier magic!” he exclaimed.

Gold-tier magic could cover an area of several kilometers wide, change the weather, and also had the power to destroy the world. A mage of the same level was equivalent to ten warriors. It was not only a saying, especially for those above the gold tier, but the gaps would become even more apparent. After all, the gold tier was the threshold between an elite and a powerful being who could move the mountains and refill the seas.

‘No one in the Blackmoon Castle could withstand a spell of this intensity, including me,’ Watson thought.

The Blackmoon Iron Cavalry was beside him, and his parents and family were in the castle. They were the ones he had to protect. The only thing he could do was go to the farm and eat more Rainbow Phoenix Chicken eggs. They should have tens of thousands of eggs, and if he were to eat them all, he might be able to activate the complete Phoenix bloodline.

Watson thought about that, but before he could take action, a wave suddenly came forth from his body. The tide came from the chaotic-elemental magic source in his lower abdomen. The source was like a dry well that longed for the arrival of rain, and the object of its desire was the huge wave that was headed straight at him.

The moment the ripple came from the source of magic, Watson had a flash of understanding in his heart. He felt that the source could swallow his opponent’s magic.

Watson stood still on the spot as he watched the enormous incoming waves that headed straight for him. He did not use his teleportation skill to rush to the farm. Instead, he reached his hand outward.

At that moment…

“What’s going on? Am I dead?” Allen lowered his head and looked at his body. He wiped the sweat off his face. There was only sweat on his face. There was no water element condensed by magic.

Just moments before, he had been swallowed by the silver snake on the surface of the violent sea that Folson had summoned. He thought that he was dead for sure. He had not expected that he would be unharmed.

At the moment of his death, Allen thought about how he had not reached the gold-tier yet. Compared to fear, he felt more regret in his life. All the memories of the past flooded his memories. He thought of the happier times with his family when he was young, and he also recalled the winter twenty years ago. His family had been swallowed by the magical beasts that escaped from the misty forest that bleak winter, and he felt the sadness in his heart.

That was the reason he had vowed to train hard to change his fate. He did not want to be like his parents, who were farmers who could not earn money and could not resist the magical beasts. After that, he joined the Miles Manor, where he climbed the ladder until he was the captain of the guards and met Watson again.

Yes, Young Master Watson.

Allen was a man who appeared stern, but he was a chatterbox. When he was at Miles Manor, he had been pretending to be someone he was not. Ever since he was at Blackmoon Castle, he met his fellow guards who shared the same interests as him, and he saw the dawn of a higher level of strength. So he was grateful and respectful toward Watson.

Watson was the second person who had filled him with fighting spirit. In his heart, the young man’s status was no less than his parents. Unfortunately, the young master, who should have had a bright future, was about to die along with him.

“Phew, that was a close call. Luckily, I fused with the source of chaotic-elemental magic two days ago.”

At that moment, a familiar young voice echoed from behind him.

“Huh?”

Allen looked around him. Then he realized that the other guards from the Blackmoon Iron Cavalry and Vincent also looked confused. It was as if they did not know what had happened.

Everyone looked at Watson, and they saw a thick gray fog surrounding the young man’s body. They could see the shadow of a wave that gradually shrunk in the fog. There was a small silver snake in the wave, and its scarlet eyes swayed constantly. Finally, it collapsed in Watson’s body and turned into a flash of lightning.

It was not only them. The 1000 allied troops, who had surrendered to them, were sitting on the ground. Some of them were so scared that their pants were wet. At that moment, they looked like they had survived a disaster.

“What gold-tier magic is this? It looks powerful, but it’s only a facade?” One of the allied troops crossed his legs carefully so that no one would see that he had peed himself.

“Yeah, I thought that we were dead, for sure.” Another person wiped the cold sweat off his forehead.

..

“Elder Folson, can you tell me what’s going on? I need an explanation.”

They were about 500 meters away from the Blackmoon Castle as Wilber looked at Folson, who was beside him.

The mage said that his gold-tier magic could destroy the world. A gold-tier mage was equivalent to ten warriors of the same level, but that was it.

That was it?

That magic was weak, and Folson had sacrificed 500 innocent men for nothing. If Wilber were not so thoughtful, he would have slapped him then.

Folson was also covered in cold sweat. He muttered with an ugly expression, “This shouldn’t have happened. How could it end up like this? Was the magic recorded in the gold-tier scroll flawed, or was it because I only have half of it, so it can only release a magical phantom…”

He watched as the monstrous waves entered Blackmoon Castle before it disappeared like a dream buddle. He did not see it when Watson had swallowed the waves; he thought the magic had dissipated on its own.

Folson turned the incomplete gold-tier magic scroll in his hand over and over again. The scroll recorded the complete magic chant and half of the Magic Operation Path. After he confirmed that there was no problem with it, he gritted his teeth and said, “There is no problem. Perhaps it is because the Magic Operation Path method is not complete, which causes a shorter attack range. After all, the spell had swallowed 500 men. It’s not like it’s powerless! Everyone, please give me another chance. This time, I will cast it at close range. There is absolutely no problem.”

After he said that, he glanced at the side and saw the few mages who had followed him to that mission. He focused his eyes on the tied-up Nindy.

“Take Nindy with you and go to the Blackmoon Castle gate with me.”

“Yes, Elder.”

They dared not disobey Folson’s order, so the mages could only brace themselves and take Ningdi with them. They followed Folson to the gate and prayed that he would not sacrifice them when he released his magic if he did not have enough power.

“Master Wilber, what should we do now?”

As soon as Folson left, there were only about ten manor owners and Nightingale at that location.

“Let’s go and take a look.”

Wilber gritted his teeth, patted his horse, and followed the mages.

Their manor’s elites were all there, and there was no way out. If they were to fail, they would not be able to escape, so they could only rely on Folson. The other manor owners, including Zangwill, followed suit.

Nightingale held the basket in her hand as she continued to peel the Rainbow Phoenix Chicken eggs. She put them into her mouth and restored her calm appearance. She used teleportation to stay behind them.

“I can feel the terror of the magic just now; even I could not stop it! Was it because of the incomplete scroll that led to a shorter magic range? Or did Watson do something about it?” Nightingale muttered in a low voice. She felt that Watson had more secrets than she could ever imagine.

“Fortunately, Watson is fine. I was ready to attack Folson just now! Now let me take a good look at Watson; what other trump cards does he have?”

Nightingale knew that Count Sylvan sent her to the border to witness a test. If Blackmoon Castle were to lose its owners that day, it would prove that Watson had no value. He could only gain Sylvan’s favor by winning the war. She was not supposed to help either side, but she was pretty short-sighted. She had eaten many Watson’s Rainbow Phoenix Chicken eggs, so she wanted him to win.

“Anyway, Count Sylvan only wanted a result. So even if I help Watson, it shouldn’t be a big deal! Well, Count Sylvan will forgive me.”