CHAPTER 476: CHAPTER 436 BLACK WITCHCRAFT: FUNGAL STRAIN SEWN CORPSE

Whoosh——!

Although the inheritance is sparse and accumulation not deep.

But no matter what, both of the black wizards are official school wizards, and the most basic physical transformation can still be achieved.

Adding the assistance of corresponding witchcraft, even walking through the complex and rugged mountain terrain, their speed is rapid.

An hour later, the journey to summon help for the two Tier 2 black wizards was nearly halfway completed, and the distance to the edge of Lady Crow’s territory had shortened to less than eighty kilometers.

All the various animals encountered along the way could not escape their grasp, becoming nourishment for restoring their bodies.

Particularly the "Poisonous Wolf," originally looking pitifully like a piece of black charcoal, whose new skin had already grown, showing no signs of external injury.

Although entirely hairless, appearing much like a large dog, he no longer seemed on the brink of dying.

"This Vampire Aura from those evil alchemists is really useful.

It’s a pity there’s still much missing from our knowledge. If we could obtain their so-called core inheritance, the Flesh Altar, who knows how powerful it could be?"

The last two men in black robes glanced at their companion simultaneously, the "Living Corpse" Lamb Ulysses, the only one retaining a human body, surprisingly kept a clear mind:

"We’ve never even seen the original of that inheritance secret scroll, much less imagined obtaining higher knowledge.

Any knowledge that can be converted into power is precious. What was previously given to us was merely a carrot dangled in front of a mule; acquiring the rest requires paying a sufficient price.

It’s more practical to think of a way to create a reduced version of ’Plague Tree.’

Whoever can gain enough knowledge to become an upper-rank wizard will become the first head of the Poison Plague School, gaining the largest benefit from the school’s growth.

Don’t tell me you have no intentions."

The twisted human face on the wolf head of the Poisonous Wolf let out a sharp laugh:

"Hehehe, me...? Of course, I have intentions; otherwise, why would I take out the cystic fungus I painstakingly researched this time? But it’s you, who always leaves me unable to see through..."

Suddenly.

Rumble——

The rolling thunder from the sky abruptly interrupted his words.

The two looked far into the distance and spotted a black dot emerging in the southern sky, causing the Poisonous Wolf to exclaim:

"It’s that thunderbird we chased away with the Corpse Bomb before! What grudge is worth pursuing over a thousand kilometers? Besides, how did it know we were retreating in this direction?"

"Didn’t you see the person on its back? It’s clearly the ’Thunderbird’ tribe colluding with those trackers. Damn it, if a battle breaks out here, even the Totem God may not detect it.

Fight for your life! Hopefully, the crow receiving the distress signal can bring reinforcements soon."

The Living Corpse had no intention of using the Shadow Realm Crack to escape again; having just exited an hour ago, going back will mean never exiting again.

Whoosh——

Without hesitation, the two similar figures clad in black robes swiftly plunged into the forest depths, followed by the Poisonous Wolf.

Crack!

The giant bird, which had just been at the horizon, fell like a thunderbolt to the forest overhead, and at the moment it brushed the treetops, the three people on Aiven’s back leapt down.

Aiven then plunged directly toward the forest, blue lightning flashing mid-air, reverting to his original human form donning hunting attire and a shoulder cloak.

"Be careful, intelligence suggests they’ve almost reached the senior-level official wizard status upon leaving Vesalian School.

You just need to assist, I’m moving in first!"

"Understood!"

Although the Thunderbird’s body was extremely powerful, he preferred battling in human form. Moreover, wielding Tier 3’s formidable strength, Aiven did not think he couldn’t handle them.

Step——

"Kaka..."

The moment he landed, a shadow in the forest autonomously gathered into his own shadow.

The method of coping chosen by the black wizards saved Aiven, who had already sent Kaka ahead, from effort, avoiding the need to struggle sealing from the Shadow Realm.

The seagulls had watched them for so long, Aiven was certain the actual black wizards among them were Lamb Ulysses pursued as a tracking target on his side, and another whose giant wolf form wizard identity was temporarily unknown. But it was clear why Milan’s divination had consistently failed.

The fundamental change in the life form could not be precisely located with just fragments provided by Dr. Taylor.

Also a wizard, Aiven never underestimated the power of peers, remembering well Dr. Taylor’s words: this was a group of fanatical pursuers of strength.

The incident where powerful Tier 2 wizards ambushed Tier 3 Great Knights had happened.

Sure enough.

Just as Aiven landed, he was greeted by two black wizards with a welcoming gift.

Boom——

A thick cluster of white mycelium launched from the dark woods like a cannonball, a diameter-ten-meter web exploding upon reaching Aiven, enveloping him swiftly.

[Spider Web Fungus]

At the same time, amidst countless rustling sounds in the woods, a large group of animal remnants encrusted with bizarre green fungal strains emerged from the ground, rushing toward Aiven like a tide.

There were shriveled small rodents, birds infested with maggots, stags eaten by beasts until only half remained...

[Tattletale Strain]

The two black wizards were puzzled by how Aiven transformed from human to Thunderbird and back, but identifying him as an enemy was adequate.

Not wanting to entangle with these potentially dangerous, pathogen-carrying bizarre entities, with a flash of lightning at his feet, Aiven swiftly retreated.

At the same time, spiritual light flickered in his hands.

acti——

[Activated Spiritual Light: Ancient Tree Guard]

Although in the Material World, it is temporarily impossible to perform miracles like directly manipulating earth in the Spirit Realm to create a [Hundred-armed Giant], it is equally effective for things that inherently possess spirituality.

Boom! Boom!

On the trunks of two towering ancient trees, aged faces emerged, and then they moved their roots to form four or five long legs, with sturdy branches hanging down to form seven or eight arms.

Whoosh—

They lightly waved their hands at the incoming double attack, as if sweeping away trash, easily dispersing these little tricks.

Then, shaking their bodies with rooted legs like two unyielding wooden city walls tilting to collapse, they rumbled into the depths of the forest.

Crack, snap...

The next moment, cursing voices and the sounds of vegetation being destroyed were incessant.

This is the stark difference brought by different research directions of Schools.

Black Wizards can easily unleash a calamitous plague with endless residual effects, leaving countless people helplessly fleeing in despair, something Aiven cannot do. However, temporarily animating trees to become his helpers, gaining strong frontal attack power, is something they cannot achieve.

In the chasm between disciplines, things that are as difficult as reaching the heavens for some Schools are simple as eating and drinking for others.

Following behind the two "Ancient Tree Guards," Aiven drew the sword staff from his waist and charged as well.

Swish—

[Secret Technique: Instant Flash!]

In the flashing blue lightning, Aiven effortlessly dodged the continuous ranged attacks from the two Black Wizards. Even though they were scattered by the "Ancient Tree Guards," they always knew who the real enemy was.

There were deadly spore clusters flying, acid beams.... just like the former Aiven used the "Magic Pocket" to continuously switch firearms and shoot scorching lead bullets.

After a round of confrontation, Aiven already discovered that this group, originally doctors, excelled as researchers of human bodies and diseases, and might even be very competent as terrorists.

But in terms of combat awareness and practical witchcraft, they could hardly be considered competent combatants.

Their released aggressive witchcraft was like photos taken by a point-and-shoot camera—indistinguishable to laymen, but abominable to true photographers!

At least this level posed no threat to Aiven.

Swoosh—

The captain’s cloak unfurled behind him like a blue bird, rapidly advancing to the front of the "Living Corpse" under the cover of two Ancient Tree Guards already mired in a puddle of foul, putrid mire.

This Black Wizard had no courage to engage in close combat with a Physical Side Transcendent.

Repeated the old trick.

"Howl!"

Bang—

The last "Fungal Strain Living Corpse" that followed him let out a howl and voluntarily rushed towards Aiven, exploding with a bang.

[Corpse Bomb]

In a large mist of red and yellow, fetid bodily fluids, organs, and bones laden with deadly bacteria turned into shrapnel with massive kinetic energy flying towards Aiven.

At the same time, the "Poisonous Wolf" on the other side also revealed its full abilities.

Slash—

The wolf’s head split open like petals, and at the center of a cluster of tentacles writhing like snakes, a head seemingly made of blood vessels and fungal threads was embedded there.

Aside from eyes, the head had no other facial features, and behind it, numerous blood-red tubular structures extended into the giant wolf’s body, spreading into the torso, limbs, muscle, nervous system, and internal organs, fully merging into one entity.

A parasite similar to "Crab Slave" had completely taken over the giant wolf’s body, undergoing eerie and bloody transformations.

Inside the giant wolf’s split head, countless black eyes that resembled grape clusters suddenly opened wide, shooting ten or more blood-red beams towards the blood mist, leaving no corner unchecked.

Zap! Zap! Zap! Zap! Zap!...

[Black Witchcraft: Rotting Blood Whip]

Meanwhile, the "Living Corpse" didn’t cease its actions.

Although its body served as a fungal culture medium, at least this "Living Corpse," formerly Lamb Ulysses, was the only one among the four companions who retained his original body.

It was precisely his name, this body, and the witchcraft characteristic that allowed Milan’s divination to lock onto him.

However, from now on, everything would change.

Sutu—

Under the filthy, cold curse words.

This body, truly his own, rapidly inflated like a balloon, with green fungal threads rapidly proliferating beneath the skin, transforming rapidly into a terrifying giant form.

At the same time, he continuously pulled out corpse after corpse that appeared quite fresh from a "Magic Pocket" resembling the stomach of an animal. Pirates, Navy, Aboriginal Totem Warriors... but invariably bearing the aura of official transcendents.

Plop... Plop...

With nauseating bodily fluids, the green fungal threads pierced through the pale skin like numerous tiny tentacles drilling into the bodies of those transcendents, transforming into centipede-like sutures, tightly stitching them layer by layer onto his gigantic body.

[Black Witchcraft: Fungal Strain Sewn Corpse]

In just a few breaths, he transformed into a massive sewn corpse standing five meters tall, covered with suture scars, resembling a mountain of flesh.

A tremendously powerful aura surged past the boundary between Tier 2 and Tier 3, revealing his deeply concealed ultimate witchcraft!

"Howl!"

Wielding arms like siege hammers, he swung forcefully at the blood mist, with a fist larger than a millstone breaking the sound barrier, explosively forming a filthy air ring.

How could these smart guys not see the flaws that Aiven could see?

If skill fails, then... brute! force! crush! skill!

Boom—

The entire forest shook violently.