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Chapter 43 The Statue (Part 1)

"Minor Fireball." Lynn murmured to himself, and the next moment, a fireball the size of a washbasin, burning with raging flames, condensed at the tip of his staff.

The fireball floated in mid-air, and even from half a meter away, Lynn could feel the scorching flames rushing towards him, the rolling heat wave making him squint his eyes.

The next moment, at Lynn's command, the fireball at the tip of the staff transformed into a red arc and crashed into the distant sea.

The fireball exploded on a small scale the moment it hit the sea surface, and the sparks reflected streaks of red light on the dark sea.

From bright to extinguished, it was like a brilliant firework.

This fireball looks powerful, but compared to the vast ocean, it's just a tiny ripple.

Lynn couldn't possibly be testing a secondary fireball spell at home.

After all, this thing is fire, and one wrong move could force the whole family to move to a different house.

So he went out at night, left the port, and found a deserted coastline to test the power of the secondary fireball spell.

Besides Lesser Fireball, there are two other spells I need to try.

The release of spiritual energy is infused into the magical framework of the mage's hand.

When Lynn channeled his mental energy into the spell's framework in the mage's hand, he was surprised to find that the spell was actually divided into two casting rhythms.

The first part involves injecting mental energy. Surprisingly, the consumption of this spell is continuous, and one can freely control this variable of continuous consumption—equivalent to controlling the amount of water released from a sluice gate, if mental energy is likened to water.

Lynn chose the lowest standard, and then he felt his mental energy being consumed at a rate of 0.1 points per second.

At the same time, in the void in front of him, a transparent hand, invisible to ordinary people, condensed and took shape. It had only a palm and no wrist, and the transparent hand floated in mid-air.

It is about half a meter in size, which is not small for a controllable magical hand.

Then, under Lynn's control, the half-meter-long mage's hand slammed heavily down onto the ground.

boom--

The dust was swirling, the noise neither too loud nor too soft.

Then the mage's hand picked up a stone from the ground and suspended it in mid-air.

Visible to the naked eye, a stone the size of a basketball is quietly floating in mid-air.

Lynn released the tether to the spell-wielding hand, and the continuously depleted mental energy ceased to flow.

Lynn rubbed his temples. This spell was powerful, but it also consumed mental energy very quickly.

Even with my current mental strength, I can't sustain it for long.

Lynn

Level: 9 (0/100)

Physical fitness: 3.47

Mental Power: 6.9

master:

—Earth Ring Meditation (24%)

Life occupations:

-- Level 1 variability (47%) (0/10)

——Level 1 Bloodline Studies (5%) (0/10)

——Level 1 Alchemy (2%) (0/10)

General experience points: 40

Even with the maximum mental strength of 6.9, the Mage's Hand can only be maintained for a maximum of 69 seconds.

Therefore, for me at the moment, Mage's Hand cannot be a regular spell.

However, this Mage's Hand looks pretty good; it's certainly impressive enough to fool ordinary people who know nothing.

Then it was time to test the last spell.

As his mental energy was depleted, a phantom that looked and dressed very similarly to Lynn appeared in front of him.

They only look about 80-90% alike; anyone who doesn't look closely or knows Lynn very well would probably mistake her for someone else.

In Lynn's opinion, the biggest difference was in temperament; the phantom in front of him had a somewhat stiff and rigid demeanor.

This is the result of Lynn's continuous efforts over the past two weeks, a month after she last returned from Teacher Anglie's place.

At first, the illusions created were incongruous. Although they could deceive people if they stood still, they appeared very stiff and rigid when the illusions moved or made other feints.

Over the past two weeks, Lynn has continuously improved the spell, resulting in significant enhancements to this level of illusion magic.

As for the last spell, although Lynn had constructed the spell's framework, he couldn't cast it without the mutated plant seeds.

There are two ways to obtain mutated seeds: one is through magical plants in nature, and the other is by cultivating them yourself.

Since there was no way to obtain magical plants, Lynn had no choice but to find a way to cultivate them himself.

Fortunately, new seeds can be continuously cultivated through extensive screening with chemicals.

You don't need to extract the genes from the mutated seeds; you can use the finished seeds directly.

However, during this period, the mutated seeds that Lynn created were all in the ordinary mutation direction, and none of them had the extraordinary power of magic.

This also made Lynn realize just how difficult it is to obtain seeds with magical powers.

Lynn turned to leave, and a rustling sound came from the bushes not far behind him.

For Lynn's enhanced mental and physical abilities, the sound was exceptionally clear in the darkness.

Was it a small animal or someone who accidentally witnessed me casting a spell?

Lynn remained calm and pretended not to notice as she continued walking back.

Behind him, in the bushes, Bayer cautiously followed the man in front.

He had just finished eating blood food and was still full, but he came out after hearing the commotion outside.

For some reason, the person in the distance gave him a strong sense of attraction, like someone who hadn't eaten for days smelling the most delicious aroma of food.

The person in front disappeared from sight after turning a corner. When he turned the big rock, he saw the person running ahead. Although Bayer felt something was strange, his mind was a bit fuzzy and rigid, so he didn't think too much about it. He couldn't let his delicious prey get away!

Bayer burst out of the bushes and sped up to catch up.

Just then, I felt a sudden jolt on the back of my head, as if I had been hit hard on the head with a club.

The next moment, a scorching wave came from behind.

Bayer felt a heat in his back, followed by a sharp burning pain that erupted from his back.

With a scream, Bayer was thrown to the ground by the impact.

Its vest was burned open, and a strong, burnt aroma wafted out.

Bayer forced himself to get up despite the pain, only to be met with another intense mental shock.

If he could speak in full, he would definitely say something like, "He doesn't know martial ethics."

This time, Bayer was completely stunned. The two consecutive mental shocks left it dazed and standing still for several seconds.

Faced with such a live target, Lynn continued to hurl an acid missile. The intense acid landed on its head, corroding it and creating large, pitted holes from which yellowish-green pus oozed.

Despite missing most of his head, this guy was still alive, his body still twitching slightly.

Lynn was somewhat surprised; this was the first time he had ever seen a tough guy who had withstood a combination of an acid missile and a secondary fireball and survived.

With a tenacious will to live, and sensing the limited spiritual energy, Lynn conjured a mage's hand, picked up a stone next to Bayer, and smashed it down on the large gash in his head.

Once, twice.

Lynn didn't stop until his head was completely disfigured and nothing but a puddle of mush.

That scared me to death! If this guy could hold on a little longer, my mental energy wouldn't be enough.

(End of this chapter)