Bloodline Wizard's Dragon Transformation Diary

Chapter 214 The Horror of Chasing People, Shock Therapy

"It's over!" In that instant, Luo Ang's entire body, from head to toe, from soul to body, was wailing.

At this moment, he was no longer trying to understand the increasingly complete magical structure that was being pieced together.

Rather, it was the magical knowledge contained within the framework of this spell that was forcibly entering his mind.

This is because magical knowledge is chasing after a person who is simply asking whether that person can bear this knowledge, but this is not considered in the magical knowledge itself.

After all, magical knowledge is just magical knowledge; it has no idea what these things are.

"I'm going to die! I'm going to die!"

We need to think of a solution!

As Luo Ang thought—the influx of magical knowledge seemed to sense his slackness, and the speed at which it poured into his mind increased even more.

Luo Ang's eyes widened involuntarily, countless blood vessels bulging in his pupils, his eyeballs seemingly about to pop out of their sockets. It was a dump truck that had driven onto the country road, forcibly widening the road because it wasn't wide enough.

Blurred and complex light and shadow flashed before his eyes from time to time.

Or a giant wielding a thunderous spear, poised to hurl it.

Or perhaps there is a giant serpent coiled within the thunderclouds, spreading its wings to cover the endless thunderclouds beneath its wingspan—

"Damn it, I can't even think about it!"

"Thinking about it won't save you from death!"

Every muscle in Luo Ang's body was screaming and throbbing.

Even so, we still have to think about it!

"Even if I don't want to, I'm bound to die!"

Luo Ang moved his body with great difficulty.

Even at this moment, he couldn't be sure whether the thought came from his own brain or whether the life-or-death situation had unleashed his potential, causing his body to respond spontaneously to instinct.

In his near-death state, images flashed through Luo Ang's mind.

Even though all the space in my brain, all the leeway between my thoughts, was filled with a torrent of knowledge, the existence of that revolving lantern seemed to create another dimension within that filled brain.

Under the illumination of the revolving lantern, the knowledge from the previous life, which had been blurred, gradually became clear at this moment, and then continued to rotate.

The structure of various parts of the human body, as well as the function of the nervous system, all flowed through Loon's mind.

The image of the biology teacher tapping the blackboard with chalk, along with his disappointed look, was vividly recreated before Luo Ang's eyes.

"Be serious, don't slack off!" In a daze, Luo Ang felt a slight pain in his cerebellum, as if he were being addressed by a stern-faced teacher.

It hit Luo Ang on the back of the head with a piece of chalk that was distracting him.

"Cerebellum!"

"Never do what you see on TV and hit someone on the back of the head. The cerebellum is right there."

"If the force of the blow is slightly too great, it can easily hit the cerebellum, causing shock or even turning someone into an idiot."

"You absolutely must remember this!"

"This is a test point!"

"shock!"

"That's right, it's shock!"

"Shock is a state that is even closer to death than coma."

"In a state of shock, even the brain temporarily stops functioning and stops receiving information from the outside world."

"My life depends on this!"

"Once I enter a state of shock, I can sever my connection with that magical knowledge."

"I will survive!"

In the blink of an eye, Loen made a decision with unimaginable speed.

He had no idea how he was controlling his body when his brain was completely filled and occupied.

In short, after making this decision, he drew his longsword from his waist with his right hand, and with a twist of his wrist, the hard hilt struck Luo Ang heavily on the back of the head like a hammer.

Under immense force, the bones protecting the back of the head within the human body's structure were directly crushed by this brutal achievement.

His eye sockets also split open at that moment, the corners of his eyes were torn apart by the force of muscle spasms.

The eyeball, which was already partially squeezed out, seemed to be squeezed out of its socket completely by this sudden change.

But in the next instant, all of Luo Ang's divine gold eyes, which were about to pop out, rolled upwards.

Immediately, he knelt down on the spot, his head drooping, his protruding eyeballs slowly returning to their sockets, and his eyelids slowly closing like curtains, like a sluice gate, severing the connection between the terrifying magical knowledge and Luo Ang's brain and cognition.

"We've finally arrived." While Loen was still in shock, the wizard Dilda had already arrived at the edge of the Roaring Swamp with his wandering wizard slaves.

At the border between the two countries, a total of twenty-two wandering wizards were captured, including those who had gathered there because of the conflict between the two countries and those who were originally hiding there and did not intend to join in the fun.

It took the wizard Dilda another half month to travel from the border between the two countries to this roaring swamp.

In half a month, the number of wandering wizards he captured also decreased from twenty-two to twenty.

The remaining two have already become his food.

Before entering the Roaring Swamp, Wizard Dilda did not rush into the swamp. Instead, he took out the crystal ball that guided the way and shook it at different frequencies to make contact with the school's headquarters.

In the wizarding world, even for extraordinary beings like wizards, long-distance communication remains extremely difficult.

Even for ancient wizarding schools with technological support from the Central Continent, achieving long-distance communication is still no easy feat.

To date, the most mature technology for real-time remote communication is to transmit information by having different frequencies of resonance between alchemical Dao Lords of the same origin, which are encoded into codes, just like the telegrams in Luo Ang's previous life.

Amidst the vibrations of the crystal ball, it wasn't long before Wizard Dilda received definitive news from the encampment.

The mark of vengeance remains in the very center of the Roaring Swamp, never leaving.

Of course, during the exchange, the Kunluo Wizard at the residence once again questioned the Dilda Wizard about the death of the Silas Wizard.

Although he was merely a useless tool, he was still a member of the school and bore its mark. Regardless of the reason for his death, the school had to provide an explanation.

Otherwise, how could they maintain stability within their school of thought?

However, when faced with Kunluo Wizard's second questioning, Dilda Wizard still gave a perfunctory reply, only saying: "Silas violated the school's taboos and came into contact with secrets he shouldn't have. As for what secrets he was talking about—you know."

"It actually stopped moving in the Roaring Swamp." While the Kunlu Wizard was furious in the camp, the Dilda Wizard looked at the miasma-filled swamp with some doubt.

This roaring swamp, no matter how you look at it, doesn't seem like a safe place to hide.

Miasma itself is poisonous.

Hidden within the miasma and in the vegetation and soil of the swamp are various tiny, poisonous, and disease-causing organisms.

These two things alone are enough to drive ordinary wizards crazy, wasting a lot of mental energy to maintain their own safety.

In the swamp, there are regular roars that can shake one's internal organs and make one's soul and spirit sway.

Even a wizard's meditative state would be broken by this roaring sound.

The "Exploding Spell," which is now famous among wandering wizards, is actually a spell unit developed based on the booming sounds in the Roaring Swamp.

Given these combined conditions, it's easy to imagine how unstable it would be for a wizard in this Roaring Swamp.

But ironically, the wizard who killed Anselo, who was suspected of being related to the Twin Helix School, stayed in the Roaring Swamp for nearly a month.

There was no particular reason for this; the wizard Dilda absolutely did not believe it.

"Is there some other secret hidden within the Roaring Swamp?"

"Or perhaps the Twin Helix School has some hidden arrangements and legacies in the Roaring Swamp?" Wizard Dilda pondered.

"Should I go into the Roaring Swamp to find him, or wait outside for him to leave?"

Although the wizard Dilda had made the decision to kill half a month ago, he still couldn't help but feel a little conflicted in the face of this swirling miasma.