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"Pare, did you record the coordinates?" Shen You asked.

“The location has been marked, and the address is named ‘Paradise Island’,” Parr said. “We are planning flight routes to ‘Paradise Island’.”

Shen You was very satisfied and expressed his admiration at the right time: "Impressive, impressive! You actually found this island that was shielded by the gods in such a short time."

"It's nothing to brag about. Truly great wizards never boast about their achievements." The old wizard stroked his long beard, leaning back strategically. "Like me, the 'wizard' who has protected the mortal world for nine thousand years, suppressed countless demons, and safeguarded magic in this world—have I mentioned that?"

"About three thousand times a week," Shen You thought to himself.

Shen You said, "By the way, what about the trial we talked about last time?"

"Ha, of course, no problem." The old wizard stroked his beard, looking at him with an expression that said, "You're a promising young man." "These days, it's rare to see such ambitious young people as you. It's a pity, if you were human, you would definitely be the best successor to my divine power."

Shen You was never entirely at ease with the DC magic side, since he didn't quite understand its principles. If given the chance, he hoped to practice and strengthen his magic resistance, or perhaps explore its operating principles and mechanisms.

The Ultra race possesses a significant advantage that many superpower systems cannot match: their abilities stem not only from racial innate talent but also from a systematic learning and scientific system. Based on their knowledge base, even when encountering abilities and phenomena never before seen, they can explore and understand them using their existing perspectives.

Right now, there was a top DC mage right in front of him—although his strength had diminished, his theoretical knowledge was still top-notch, so Shen You naturally couldn't let go of the opportunity to learn from him.

"Then let's start with simple illusions," the old wizard chuckled. "These are common and highly deceptive control techniques, and they can even amplify the effect by exploiting the darker side of the target's mind. Let's see how well you handle this type."

"Okay." Shen You took a deep breath and got ready.

So the old wizard began to cast a spell.

A string of languages ​​that Shen You had never heard before was chanted like a mantra, accompanied by rapidly changing hand gestures.

A pale blue light woven an intricate magic circle in his palm. Then, the old wizard's eyes widened, and he gently tapped the magic circle. Instantly, the magic circle transformed into thousands of butterflies, which floated towards Shen You before quickly dissipating.

Then the old wizard and he stared at each other for a long time.

After a long pause, Shen You finally couldn't help but ask, "Has it already started?"

The old wizard maintained the gesture of extending his palms, and the atmosphere became stiff for a moment.

He then withdrew his hand and said sullenly, "It's over."

Shen You: "?"

He looked around to make sure he was still sitting in the chair in the kitchen.

But it seems like nothing has changed?

The old wizard was also a little bewildered by this reaction.

Shouldn't it?

Even if you are facing a stronger demon or wizard, who may have powerful means and rich skills to easily break your spell, it shouldn't be like this where you feel nothing at all, right?

Could it be that this alien's mental strength is also so incredibly powerful?

"Ahem." The old wizard cleared his throat twice to ease the awkwardness. "It seems you've had some mental training. These childish spells won't work. Looks like I'll have to use some real skills."

He then solemnly replied.

"This spell is rather dangerous. If you notice anything amiss, blink rapidly. I will immediately dispel the spell to avoid any negative effects."

Shen You nodded: "Okay."

So the old wizard began casting his spell again.

Then came another string of unintelligible incantations, interspersed with a string of colloquialisms at the end.

"Supreme God, Demon of Terror, heed my call, and become a wave of terror!"

He shouted, and a light blue magic circle spun between his palms, unleashing a terrifying force that seemed to sweep across the sky!

A few seconds after the spell was cast, Shen You's pupils contracted and his expression shifted.

The old wizard's eyes lit up.

Ha, he knew it!

To be honest, he was genuinely a little nervous when that spell just resulted in "HP-0".

The mighty and strongest wizard, Shazam the Thunder, may have his magic power at its limit, but if someone just sits there and lets him attack, all his skills will miss. How can he put his old face like that?

Thankfully, it wasn't too embarrassing. Oh right, I need to break the spell quickly. He really likes this alien lad; it wouldn't be good if he really suffered a mental breakdown.

Before he could take any further action, Shen You suddenly stood up.

"Please wait a moment, please pause."

He followed Shen You and strode through the kitchen.

"Kara? I just saw green peppers in the trash can outside through my X-ray vision. Did you throw them away?"

The little girl, who was memorizing vocabulary, was startled and looked away, saying, "No, no."

Shen You raised an eyebrow: "Really? Then repeat after me, 'The El family never lies.'"

"The El family never... Okay, okay, I threw it."

Kara put down her textbook with a long face.

"But it really tastes awful. Why did humans invent something so disgusting?"

"You can't be a picky eater."

Shen You spoke earnestly, then paused and muttered to himself.

"Besides, it tastes so good!"

"I was wrong, I won't do it again," Kara said obediently, admitting her mistake.

After receiving the confession, Shen You nodded in satisfaction and returned to the kitchen to sit back in his chair.

"Oh, sorry, I was just spacing out. Let's continue. Huh? What's wrong?"

Turning my head, I saw that the old wizard's face had turned bright red.

"Humph."

The old wizard snorted heavily and flicked his hands.

"The wizard quit."

After saying that, he turned away.

Shen You: "?"

Chapter 41 Newton didn't care about aliens

Gotham, night.

The pale yellow streetlights cast a faint glow as two men walked down the street, arguing fiercely as they went.

"Nonsense, Miss Jill is clearly prettier!"

"Impossible. I admit Miss Jill is pretty, but she's just a bit busty, has long legs, and a pretty face, but she's definitely not as good-looking as Lana!"

"Ha, but Miss Jill is the mayor's daughter. Even if you fawn over her, she doesn't know you."

"So, Lana's a movie star in the Metropolitan City, huh? You talk like she knows you."

The two of them suddenly fell silent.

"Ha, you're right."

What you said isn't entirely without merit.

"Never mind, let's go have a drink."

"Yeah, let's go drink! Why argue about all that nonsense?"

So the two of them put their arms around each other's shoulders, humming tunes and singing songs, and walked toward the bar.

Until a figure appeared in the darkness ahead.

You could vaguely tell from her figure that she was a woman. As you got a little closer, in the dim light, you could see that she was an unusually tall woman with a figure that was literally breathtaking, with undulating curves, long, proud legs, bare feet on the cold ground, her face hidden in the shadows.

Even more unusually, she was only wearing a strangely shaped, loose cloak. It appeared to be made entirely of feathers, resembling peacock feathers.

It was immediately obvious that there was absolutely nothing under that cloak.

Beneath that magnificent cloak, one could vaguely see plump thighs, and even a slightly rounded curve extending upwards.

The two of them stared wide-eyed.

Is it really possible to be this open?

One of them whistled loudly and immediately moved closer. As they approached, they were greeted by a delightful, intoxicating fragrance.

"Ma'am, do you need help?"

"be lost?"

"On such a cold night, is warmth needed?"

"Come to my house, it's quite big."

The woman raised her head, a strange, eerie green light flashing in her eyes.

"Okay, I do need some help."

As she spoke, her snow-white arms shot out from under the cloak. She was incredibly fast, like two streaks of white lightning. Without warning, her ten fingers gripped the throats of both men, lifting them off the ground with astonishing strength.

The two men's faces instantly turned bright red, their neck veins bulging. A dark green cloud of energy was released from the woman's fingertips, flowing down her neck into the man's throat, and then along his complex veins into his body.

The two screamed in unison.

Their bodies began to swell rapidly, their sleeves tearing into strips. Their skin became rough and hard, their backs were squeezed and bent, transforming them into some kind of slender, twisted, zombie-like monster.

The woman released her grip. The two fell to their sides, bowing their heads and kneeling on the ground, uttering muffled sounds from their throats.

She tucked her hands into her large green cloak and said lazily.

"I need you to help me find someone."

Seria didn't see how Vatox died.

Fortunately, she didn't travel with Vatox. The reason they separated earlier was just in case.

She doesn't possess the same strength as Vatrox. If Vatrox can handle the situation, her presence would be merely decorative. If the opponent is beyond Vatrox's capabilities, her presence would be a burden.

In fact, Vatrox should have had eyes inserted into his body. These eyes would record everything he saw and encountered during battle, allowing him to inform his teammates about the type of enemy they were facing.