This isn't a souls-like game at all.

When adjusting the [Magic Concentration] entry, such as changing [Inert Magic Crystal] to [Mixed Magic Crystal].

This will cause the damage attribute caused by magic to change from the physical attribute of [100% attack] to the mixed attribute of [magic 10%/attack 90%].

"In other words, the essence of crystallization is that magic power undergoes a transformation, just like water vapor turning directly into ice."

"Due to the nature of magic itself, this transformation ability is too overbearing."

"Not only physical flesh and blood, but also concepts, energy, and even souls. Everything that contains magical power has also been transformed into crystals."

Thinking about this, Ye Yiyi thought of some props he had obtained.

For example, the [Energy Storage Fragmentation Crystal] and [Energy Storage Slicing Crystal], which are rich in "kinetic energy", and the [Living Magic], which is rich in vitality.

And the [True Spirit Crystal] that can crystallize the True Spirit and strengthen various types of armor and catalysts

From the existence of these prop materials and the previous understanding of the "magic of the new moon".

It can be concluded that magic is an omnipotent medium that can accommodate and neutralize any substance, force and even concept.

Ye Yiyi's thoughts turned, and he instantly grasped some hidden essence.

Ronmoya was destroyed by the crystallization disaster, which in turn originated from the deep, endless forbidden research on the soul.

The essence of the stagnant prophecy is most likely the crystallization of the concept that "endless exploration and inquiry will eventually lead to curses and betrayal."

"Perhaps this is why the curse subspecies, the Stagnation Prophecy, also possesses the ability to crystallize."

After stuffing the shriveled golden fruit into his mouth, Ye Yiyi stood up with the magic cyclone in one hand, and took out the Moonlight Gun from behind with the other.

As Halwell watched silently, he extended his laser gun and hovered it above the man who had fallen unconscious at some point.

"So, if you want to remove this crystallization, you only need to reduce the concentration of the crystallized magic power itself."

He whispered something that puzzled the old magician, but there was a glimmer in his eyes.

Then a faint light appeared at the tip of the light gun, and several prompt light screens appeared in his eyes one by one.

[Where wisdom, experience, inspiration, and mysterious paths intersect]

【Magic and miracles are born! 】

[Exclusive magic has been created - sublimated magic]

【Sublime Magic】

Spell slots occupied: 0 (1)

Skill consumption: 20.

Use requirements: Intelligence 0 (45)

Item Description: Magic that directly displays the power of the God Slayer.

It can sublime the magic power of crystallization.

Liberate the material and conceptual nature bound by magic.

It also negates all magical power that would otherwise cause physical damage.

This is in the treatment of patients with crystal disease.

The God Slayer realized the essence of magic and created soul magic.

It is said that it can also eliminate crystal disasters.

The key force to fight against stagnant prophecies.

He raised his eyes and scanned the item description on the screen. His gaze lingered on the last sentence for a moment before quietly moving away.

Ye Yi stared at the man in front of him and released his [Sublimation Magic] without hesitation.

Then the glimmer of light at the tip of the gun bloomed brilliantly!

Under Halwell's dull gaze, the crystals on the man's body completely decomposed and dissipated, turning back into skinny, dirty flesh and blood limbs.

"Celebrate, Halville."

Ye Yiyi held the light gun and a pale white ball of magic energy, turned around and looked down at the old magician who was slumped on the ground.

"Celebrating...what?"

The tentacles of the hundred-handed fish quietly moved away, and the dung beetle's big horns were also retracted.

The old magician who regained his freedom raised his head and stared at Ye Yiyi who was standing in front of him with a confused expression.

Ye Yiyi quietly raised the corners of her mouth and smiled at the old man.

"Celebrate the arrival of this Crystallized Disaster and the doom of the Decayed King."

Chapter 491 Platinum Crystal Town and Number 88.

"The Crystallized Disaster and the Decaying King's... Doomsday?"

Staring blankly at Ye Yiyi who was smiling confidently in front of him, Halville came back to his senses slightly from his daze and looked down at the slave who had already lost his crystal body.

The old magician didn't know what the King of Decadence was.

But as a master of magic, he knew very well what it meant to transform a slave who had been corroded into a crystal by magic back into flesh and blood.

That means that the long-cherished wish of dozens of generations of people in the Hall of Stopping War, to return to Roenmoya, eliminate the crystallization disaster, and rebuild the sacred home of magicians, has been realized at this moment.

In that case, let’s celebrate.

The old magician smiled as if he had witnessed a miracle. He raised his hand proudly and spoke hoarsely from his trembling lips.

"Qing..."

"Water, give me water... cough cough!"

The sudden low cry for help interrupted the old magician. He was stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage, glaring down at the ungrateful slave!

So sacred, so great, it is destined to be engraved as a miraculous moment in the magical history of the Hall of Zhige!

How could I be interrupted so suddenly by a slave like you who is ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth?

"Looks like he's recovering well. He's already asking for water."

But Ye Yiyi didn't care about it at all. He turned around with a smile on his face and looked at the slave's recovery.

"Your condition is quite bad. You are extremely malnourished and severely dehydrated. How long have you not eaten?"

As he spoke, he took out the brand new kettle he had bought in the afternoon from behind him, and then took out the medicine in a small glass bottle. He pulled out the cork and poured the fragrant liquid into the kettle.

"That's almost it."

Looking at the clear water mixed with the resuscitation potion, Ye Yiyi nodded slightly.

Resuscitation potions can replenish vitality, slowly restore blood volume, and greatly enhance the recovery ability of organs. They are perfect for people suffering from crystallization erosion.

"Come on, drink slowly, don't choke."

He turned a blind eye to the filth and stench on the man's body, lifted his head with his own hands, and fed the man the fragrant and sweet water.

"..."

Halville stared at the scene blankly, then slowly came to his senses, the emotions in his eyes becoming extremely complicated.

From beginning to end, Ye Yiyi never looked back, as if his congratulations were not important at all.

Recalling the battle record represented by the name Michaela and the attitude of the chief nun of the Glorious Du'e Church towards her, he suddenly understood where the title of "noble lady" came from.

"Perhaps in his eyes, rescuing an ordinary slave is as important as saving a world ravaged by disaster..."

Halville sighed deeply in his heart and stood up with a little shame.

"Perhaps, it is this attitude of treating all life equally that is the true quality of a hero."

“Gurgle…Gurgle…Gurgle…”

The man swallowed the water in big gulps, his dark cheeks gradually became lively, and his turbid eyes gradually became bright.

Ye Yiyi took away the dry kettle and helped the other person sit up.

"How do you feel?"

he asked softly.

"I……"

The man's expression was a little dazed, as if he hadn't heard anything and hadn't reacted to what had happened.

He stared blankly at the endless meadow in the distance, feeling the gentle evening breeze swaying the grass, watching the azure moonlight fall on the towering trees, with light blue fireflies floating leisurely in the mottled black shadows below.

How long has it been since I last saw such a peaceful night?

He subconsciously raised his hand and tried to wipe away the hot tears streaming down his cheeks. Then he suddenly came to his senses and looked down at his dark palm, which was covered with calluses and stains but intact.

"Is this still my hand..."

The man muttered to himself, turning his palm over and over.

It's not just the palms, arms, shoulders, thighs, ankles or even the crotch.

All those ugly crystals of hatred and disgust that he had for himself, which had left his hands covered in blood as he scratched them alone in a shed filled with slaves at night, had disappeared at this moment.

A huge sense of confusion suddenly enveloped him.

"The crystal...is gone?"

He breathed in the air foolishly, feeling the surging heartbeat in his chest that was no longer oppressed by the crystals, and seemed to hear the roaring sound of blood flowing through his veins, turning into a torrent of life rushing through his body.

This healthy body is like a gift from God, like a miracle.

"Master, why is this guy so dazed? Is there something wrong with his brain?"

"Don't be anxious. Give them some time to react."

Suddenly, I heard a conversation next to my ear, and it sounded like an old man and a young man.

The man looked in the direction of the voice and saw two men standing beside him. They were wearing exquisite silk clothes and pointed hats with wide brims.

Seeing him looking up, the man with brilliant blond hair squatted down and asked with a concerned expression.

"How do you feel? Are you still feeling unwell?"

"I, I, no..."

The man uttered a few words stiffly, his expression terrified, his eyes filled with extreme anxiety and fear.

Even the town's tax collector had never worn such gorgeous and expensive clothes.

Even his master, the big miner who employed hundreds of slaves, did not have such clothes.

But such a noble being actually asked me with concern if I was okay?

"Am I dreaming, or am I already dead..."

The man stared blankly and muttered to himself.

"Otherwise, why would anyone care about a slave like me..."

"You're not dead yet."

The old magician pulled the brim of his hat, paying close attention to Ye Yiyi's reaction, and whispered word by word:

"You are very lucky. A kind-hearted hero passed by and found you near death. He couldn't bear to see an innocent life disappear, so he performed a great miracle and saved you from the brink of death."

Ye Yiyi's cheeks twitched slightly when she heard this. This old man is really good at bragging.

Seeing that Ye Yiyi did not say anything to stop him, the old magician immediately understood and knew how to flatter him in the future.

Master Michaela is not an ordinary magician, nor even a human being, but a greater being far superior to humans.

He used to flatter people by flattering them, but they naturally didn't feel anything because it was meaningless.

Since the master's goal is to curse, to be an evil god, to bring disaster, and to save the world, then let's celebrate, spread the praises, and let the epic of the hero walking the earth be sung throughout the world!

"hero?"

Hearing this, the man stared at Ye Yiyi blankly, then thought of his healthy body that was not affected by the crystals, and finally reacted. He knelt down towards Ye Yiyi with a plop.

"Hero! Thank you! Wuwu... Thank you, hero, for saving me! Thank you!"

"Hero?"