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"Immovable, huh? Well then, thanks in advance for the help, bro."
Latis casually raised his hand and snapped his fingers, reciting with an air of arrogance:
"Petrification Technique".
Chapter 61 Twenty-two years old, afraid of magic network violence (two-part)
[Sixth Ring Spell - Petrify: Turns a fleshly creature within its area of effect into stone. If the petrified body is destroyed, it will suffer the same destruction upon reverting to its original form.]
The spell's information appeared before the griffin's eyes, but this time it still couldn't wait for the caster.
Seeing the grayish-brown light swaying and shooting towards it, the griffin's eyes widened in terror, and it flapped its wings in a desperate attempt to escape its tragic fate.
However, in its berserk state, its limbs were firmly gripping the bottom of the water, making it unable to move at all. It could only watch sadly as its wind blades continued to fire wildly, like a helpless puppy whose muscles were stuck in its old dog's bladder, being mercilessly sprayed in the face by the petrification spell.
"Gah..."
The griffin's sorrowful eagle face instantly turned into gray-black stone, and then its entire body began to rapidly petrify until it could no longer move.
"Amazing!"
As soon as Latis turned around, he saw Ateliers tilt her head and gently clapping her hands.
"Ahem, well, actually it's a spell from the Eye of Herod..." Latis's desire to show off was instantly defeated by Ateliers's sincerity. He awkwardly scratched his head and said, "Anyway, Ateliers, are you alright?"
Artemis shook her head, about to reply, when suddenly her body swayed and she involuntarily fell to the ground.
"Ate!"
Latis immediately helped Atelius up and hurriedly asked:
"What's wrong? What happened?"
"I'm fine..." Artemis replied weakly, "I'm just a little dizzy from depleted magic..."
"You're just being stubborn. Your stubbornness has ruined your whole life."
Latis sighed and complained, looking at the bloodstains seeping into the half-elf's black robe again, knowing that her wounds had reopened once more.
So he maintained the protective chain, picked Ateliers up in his arms, placed the Black Hammer and the rose on the ground in her lap, shook his head, and turned to walk back the way he came.
Ge Ying peeked out from the bushes, and seeing this, swallowed back the words she was about to shout, and very sensibly followed silently for more than ten meters.
In the dim moonlight, the half-elf's voice carried a sense of reassurance and relaxation. She subtly sniffed Latis's scent and smiled slightly.
"Where did this hammer come from? It looks amazing."
"I'm super!"
Latis's voice visibly froze for a moment before he raised his voice.
"I forgot! I was planning to give the griffin statue a good whack to see if I could chip off a stone club as a collectible! Damn it, what a huge loss!"
"Eh?"
"Hey, never mind what I said, underage elves shouldn't ask such questions!"
“Our standards for adulthood are the same as humans’—” Atelier Fuss’s voice carried a hint of amusement. “Big brother, do you really like roses?”
"What?"
"It's the one you put on my chest."
"Huh? Didn't you say this was some kind of Moonlight Lotus Core?"
“Ah…” Arterifus looked away shyly, “That was something I wanted to give you to play with. Something as important as the Moonlight Lotus Core would definitely have been put into the interdimensional rift as soon as I got it…”
"Hey!" Latis slammed his iron head into Ateliers's head, cursing as he spoke.
"I was just worried I'd break it!"
"Waaah..." Artemis covered her head, pretending to be in pain and scrunching her face.
Latis sighed, walked in silence for a while, and then suddenly said:
"Arte, does it still hurt? Cough, I mean your head."
"I don't know, big brother, can you help me take a look?" Artemis said sullenly, covering her head.
"Hey, hey, Red Bean's private Marseille..." Latis looked down at the spot the half-elf was covering and said, "Let go of your hand so I can see if you've bumped into a big bump."
"Then... Big brother, look!"
Artemis's voice suddenly rose, and she opened her hands, from which dozens of roses suddenly appeared. The delicate buds rolled one by one into her arms, appearing incredibly vibrant and beautiful even in the dim night.
"I'm super..."
Latis stared blankly at Atelier's bright smile, which was appearing for the first time, completely unaware that the overflowing roses had already rolled into the hole in his chest.
At this moment, he only regretted that he was a rough man in his past life, and that apart from memes and famous lines, he couldn't recall a single decent poem.
"Do you like them?" Ateliers presented the roses to Latis and said, "Thank you for saving me again, brother!"
"Ah, um!" Latis subconsciously took a deep sniff of the rose's fragrance. His face tense, he forced his head up to look ahead, feigning composure as he said:
"The roses are beautiful, and you smell wonderful. Ugh, I mean, the roses are fragrant, and you... never mind, never mind!"
He chuckled awkwardly twice, then picked up Artemis and ran forward quickly.
……
"Did you see that, robin?"
Yashutia stood blankly at the window of the alchemy hut.
“I saw it,” the robin said calmly. “I told you, Big Brother won’t have any problems.”
"Hey, not this!" Yashutia frantically ruffled her black curly hair, silently sat back on the edge of the bed, and said with a hint of sadness:
"I admit that half-elf was very good-looking, but this is also..."
The robin glanced at her, then quietly walked to the control panel and began to head back the way it came.
She struggled to find her way in the dark forest, silently thinking to herself:
"So, when the time comes, will I have to differentiate into a male...?"
……
As dawn broke, the harmless first-ring demon, the Yin Chicken, began to crow.
The usually quiet forest was suddenly filled with lively and noisy conversations.
"So what exactly does Gouzi mean by demystifying something and turning fans into haters?"
A female warrior with black and white makeup on her face muttered loudly to herself as she punched a tree hard, knocking it down.
"Queen of Proteins, why do you care so much?" The stubble-bearded middle-aged man sniffed his socks, which were almost solidified, and put them back on with a satisfied look.
"I told you not to call me by my online name! Salty, my name is Salty!"
The female warrior screamed wildly, uprooted the broken tree trunk, and began stuffing it into her mouth.
The middle-aged man, with an expression of unbearable disapproval, complained:
"This name is too cute, it doesn't match your real name at all. Your online name is more in line with your image."
"Get lost! I'm very reserved and aloof online!"
The middle-aged man looked enlightened and said with an air of seriousness:
"So, your thirty consecutive insults in the Bu Lu Shu discussion area last time were just a display of composure and aloofness..."
"Aaaaah!" Yan Yan screamed as she delivered a vicious flying kick to the middle-aged man. She furiously punched him, who was like a broken sandbag, while repeatedly yelling:
"I already told you, she was scammed by folk magic! Anyone who eats thirty turtles and still can't find their way out would go crazy!"
She kicked the middle-aged man high into the air, then gagged and gagged.
"Just thinking about it makes me want to vomit. The taste of that turtle head... ugh! It's disgusting... and I ate thirty of them..."
Boom!
The middle-aged man, who had fallen from the sky, lay supine in the crater, his face ashen, and continued to complain:
"They already said that the divination technique only has about a 10% success rate, and all you need is the turtle shell. Who told you to eat all the turtle meat..."
A sudden elbow strike from above interrupted the middle-aged man's words. Yan Yan, tears streaming down her face, shouted:
"I just don't want to waste food! Why are you old geezers who're used to eating dirt bullying a fragile little girl like me? I'm only twenty-two, and I'm afraid of cyberbullying!"
The middle-aged man was subjected to a barrage of Ora's and Ora's without any resistance. He covered his groin with his hands, his face showing no fear, and said intermittently:
"You used... the shell of an aquatic grass turtle... which doesn't have... the markings of a land turtle... of course it's useless... and you even... gave thirty doses of magic to the creator of the divination technique, hahaha..."
"Stop talking! Die, you bastard!" Yan Yan took a deep breath, gathering powerful warrior energy in her hands, and shouted:
"Rising Dragon..."
"stop!"
A young man wearing a cat-shaped waist ornament jumped down from the treetop and shouted at the two people who were staging an execution:
"Shitball, Salty, stop hitting him. If you want to fight, go to Cugen Village."
"Huh?" Yan Yan asked in surprise, "Ah Cat, are we almost at Cu Gen Village?"
"Of course." The middle-aged man, Shit-Dan, patted the dirt off his body and stood up, still wearing his dead fish eyes. "Didn't you notice that we just passed Ye Luo Creek? Moonlight Lake, where you always put on that elephant-spraying-water-showering-every time, is just ahead."
"What do you mean by 'elephant spraying water'?!" Yan Yan said angrily. "That's a water arrow cannon spell that I painstakingly found on the magic network. Do you know how difficult it is to find a suitable one from tens of thousands of first-level folk spells?! Do you know how long it takes for a spell creator to welcome their first user? You don't know, you only care about yourself!"
"If you ask me, warriors shouldn't talk about magic, they're really not familiar with it..." Shitball complained, but accidentally bumped into Cat's back. He shook his head, patted Cat's shoulder, and asked:
"what's the situation……"
Yan Yan slowly caught up, and muttered as she looked at the two who were both stunned:
"Alright, alright, you two are trying to trick me into thinking there's some magical wonder again, aren't you? Let me tell you, I won't be surprised even if I see something this time, I..."
She walked up to the two of them, looked up, and unconsciously opened her mouth wide.
Before the three, a giant griffin statue, five meters long, stood majestically in the lake. Its mane bristled, its wings spread, and surging blood energy swirled around its body like bulging veins. Below the griffin's head, half a wind blade emerged from its body and then transformed into a statue.
"Six, a six-ringed griffin..."
Ah Mao swallowed hard, his forehead covered in cold sweat, and his legs went weak as he sat down on the ground, muttering to himself: