The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

The squeaky spatial defense wasn't resisting, but rather deflecting force?

But where did the force go?

Moran asked Zizi, who looked completely bewildered: "Zi?"

It doesn't even understand what force relief is.

Moran felt that the task of educating Zhizhi was arduous and had a long way to go.

Since Zhizhi didn't know, she was the only one who could test it.

She used levitation to float a blade of grass, which then "attacked" the shoulder covered by spatial energy.

The blades of grass disappeared upon touching the spatial energy on Zizi's shoulder. At the same time, a few bits of grass drifted out from the other side of Zizi's body.

After experimenting with different things several times, Moran finally determined that the squeaking spatial defense deflection was to deflect the force from the body surface to the air on the other side of the body, which was equivalent to transferring the outlet of the attack from his own body to the other side.

However, this teleportation force reduction is not 100%. Judging from the degree of damage to the grass leaves, some of it was still blocked by the squeaky spatial defense.

About 10% of the force was not neutralized and was blocked by the spatial defenses.

This discovery left Moran speechless with astonishment at the sight of the wood-grained python.

Why use strangulation when there are so many other attack methods available?

The force on one side is transferred to the other, and through this back and forth, its strangling power is all applied to itself.

So it wasn't that Zizi easily blocked its strangulation, but rather that the python blocked itself.

Squeak was actually quite relaxed in the middle of it all.

Even with that bite earlier, the upper and lower jaws snapped together, and the squeaky arm was caught in the middle, shifting the force from one side to the other, but ultimately all the force was applied to itself.

Wood-grained pythons are adept at both of these attack methods, and both were countered by the squeaky snake.

So even a monster with a similar overall size to Squeak, but a higher rank, was still beaten so badly.

"Squeak, are you hurt?" Moran asked.

It wasn't completely unloaded; it still had to bear a portion of the burden. I don't know if the spatial power blocked it all at the time.

However, since Zizi has no wounds, she should be fine.

"Zhizhizhizhi~"

Squeak shook her head, patted her belly, and then gave a long, rambling explanation.

"You mean..."

As soon as Moran finished speaking, a short "squeak" was heard.

This sound isn't a squeaking sound!

Moran and Zizi immediately became alert.

Squeak immediately spotted the direction from which the sound came: "Squeak! A stinky rat with red eyes!"

Moran then discovered that it was a group of ferocious rats, attracted by the squeaking sound or by the blood and brains of the wood-grained python.

"Squeak, these are ferocious rats. Only the leader is a mid-level magical beast; the others are low-level magical beasts. Their teeth are poisonous, so be careful not to get hurt by them," Moran warned.

Before the ferocious rat swarm could get close, Zizi teleported above them and stomped on the head of the leading mid-level ferocious rat.

The size difference was significant, and the strength disparity was immense; the rat swarm lost its leader.

The rats immediately erupted into chaos.

Monsters with "ferocious" in their names tend to be less rational, easily provoked, and once enraged, they only know how to charge recklessly without knowing how to back down. These ferocious rats are no exception.

After their strongest and most rational leader was killed, there were no rats to restrain them anymore, and hundreds of ferocious rats swarmed towards Squeaky.

Although the ferocious rat leader, who was most likely to pose a threat to Squeak, was killed at the very beginning of the battle, the sheer number of ferocious rats, like calves, surging in together still constituted a considerable force.

Even Moran, despite being protected by three layers of magic, dared not easily venture into the swarm of rats and have "intimate" contact with them.

As for Zizi, it was enveloped in a thin layer of spatial power, and even Moran was affected by its spatial power.

Then, it used its hands and feet to leap and jump among the rats, and any ferocious rat that got close to it either had its head smashed by a punch or was kicked away.

However, two fists are no match for many rats. Some ferocious rats got close to it. Although they couldn't climb onto it, they still bit its legs.

But these are only rudimentary and cannot break through the squeaky, force-dissipating spatial defenses.

Seeing that Zhizhi was able to handle the situation for the time being, Moran did not intervene but instead observed its battle.

I just don't know how long it can last.

The magical energy of magical beasts is also limited; their magical energy is stored in magic crystals, which are equivalent to their energy cores.

For extraordinary individuals, the magical energy within magic crystals, though crude, can be used as magical gems after alchemy processing.

Once the magical energy in a monster's magic crystal is used up to a certain point, it also takes time to recover.

Zizi had just gone through several battles, and although they were all dealt with swiftly, she hadn't had much time to recover.

Only its gigantic state is a racial talent, driven by bloodline power, requiring no energy expenditure, and can be maintained indefinitely.

About half an hour later, the ferocious rats were still rushing over in droves, and Squeak seemed to be running out of energy.

The spatial power within him began to flicker erratically, and some superficial wounds left by the ferocious rats started to appear on his legs.

Moran felt that this was almost the limit for Zizhi; if it continued, it might suffer a significant injury.

Just as I was about to help Zhizhi, it angrily squeaked and pulled out a large wooden bucket from its companion space, gulping it down.

Judging from the aroma, it should be fruit wine from the wine-storing cave, probably given to it by the old monkey king.

After finishing the wine, he didn't forget to put the barrel back into his spatial dimension.

The moment she drank the wine, the spatial defense power on Zhizhi's body surged again.

His fists have regained their strength. At his strongest before, he could only flatten a ferocious rat with one punch, but now he can smash a ferocious rat to pieces with one punch.

Most importantly, Moran discovered that the wounds on Zhizhi's legs were healing rapidly, and even the ferocious rat venom in the wounds was slowly disappearing.

The situation reversed in an instant.

Moran settled back into the crook of Squeak's neck and watched the game with peace of mind.

Squeaky has stored so much wine in its space. This wine can not only help it replenish its physical strength and magical energy, but also help it heal injuries and detoxify. It can even enhance its strength. In terms of endurance, the ferocious rat horde is definitely no match for Squeaky.

Squeaking reminded Moran of someone—Vasida.

Vasita can continuously restore her physical strength, magic power, and injuries as long as she has food in her stomach.

Squeaky can continue to recover as long as there is alcohol in her stomach.

Squeak is practically a limited edition of Vasita's drinks; only alcohol works on it.

Although its attack and defense capabilities are not as strong as Vasita's, and it does not involve the power of laws and cannot be freely shared with others, it requires less alcohol!

They're practically born to tank damage, the perfect partner for spellcasters. If physically weak human mages knew this, they'd be green with envy. (End of Chapter)