Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 393: The Witch King and the Witch King

"I tripped for no apparent reason, and my heart seemed to be controlled by an invisible force..."

Zhang Chulan felt that this ability looked familiar.

"I remembered!"

Zhang Chulan once met the old man’s former fellow students at Xu Xiang’s memorial service. Xu San and Xu Si introduced them to him. In the past, their method was disguised as a magic trick called "reversing the eight directions", but now it is called "human magnetism".

This method and idea seem similar.

The difference is that things affected by thoughts are like being manipulated by an invisible big hand. The power of the hand may be big or small, but you can completely rely on your own strength to compete with it.

However, the influence of "human magnetism" on the outside world relies on the special "field" created within the body, and it can manipulate the direction of the force within the field.

This magnetic field will spread regardless of any medium, and can only be avoided by relying on clues within the "field" or the faint and distorted sense of force when the "field" approaches oneself.

Once you are enveloped by the "field" and do not escape in time, the part within the field will be distorted by the human magnet user.

If the tissue being examined is internal tissue, it can be easily destroyed.

Zhang Chulan was about to move when the pain in his heart made him feel worse than death.

Once caught by the "human magnetism", you cannot move even one centimeter.

"I caught you, you little bastard!" Li Muxuan followed slowly.

As he relaxed, the heart in his chest suddenly stopped beating and even missed a beat.

"Old man, can we sit down and have a good talk now?"

Zhang Chulan held a few violent heartbeats in his hands and looked back in cold sweat.

It is really difficult to do business that involves life and death.

Li Muxuan gritted his teeth and hooked his fingers. Zhang Chulan felt pain and clenched his hand.

The scene froze.

"call--"

Zhang Chulan smiled with relief, not knowing whether to say that he was lucky or that Brother Huan was very foresighted.

The ability to "steal heartbeats" has a limit on how much control the person has over their body and mind.

If it was Sister Baoer or Wang Ye standing opposite him now, Zhang Chulan would not have the confidence to control their heartbeats.

But now in front of him was Li Muxuan who couldn't find his direction.

"Don't be so proud, you little brat. You didn't deserve it!"

"Hehe." Zhang Chulan smiled, "That's different. The weight on our side is heavier."

As they were talking, a bolt of lightning fell from the sky, flashing lightning and roaring thunder.

"Thunder magic? Or something else..."

Li Muxuan's pupils suddenly shrank. He did not move his right hand that was pinching Zhang Chulan's heart. He used his left hand to turn the surrounding gravel around and pushed forward against the thunder.

At this moment, Lu Lin jumped out from the shadow under the lightning and swung his palm towards Li Muxuan's back.

"One by one, don't go too far!"

"Let's see who dies first, you kid, or I, the one who holds my breath first!"

Li Muxuan put two fingers of his right hand together and hooked them, thinking of fighting to the death.

Lu Lin slapped him hard on the upper left side of his back.

Zhang Chulan still didn't let go, and a sweet and strange fragrance emanated from his side.

In this indescribable strange fragrance, Li Muxuan's mind drifted.

"Good boy, get up, I'll go with you." He took a few steps forward, held up Zhang Chulan's arm, and looked at him kindly.

"No... Sister Baoer, what did you do? Is this guy's brain broken?"

Feng Baobao shook off her fox fur coat and explained, "This scent will make people consciously take actions that benefit me."

"Eh?" Li Muxuan was an old practitioner after all, and he reacted immediately after this reminder.

He covered his mouth and nose and kept a safe distance.

"I've been tricked by you!"

Li Muxuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth where Lu Lin hit him, still feeling frightened.

In terms of strength, these four guys can't do anything to me.

The problem is that the abilities of the elves after they possess a body are more sinister than the last.

Zhang Chulan loosened his hand and walked forward.

"Senior Li, please come back with us."

Li Muxuan clenched his teeth, and sweat slid down the folds of his wrinkles.

"Can you please just leave me alone? I beg you."

"No." Zhang Chulan refused flatly, "Come back with us! Let's settle the decades-long grudge."

Li Muxuan covered his face with one hand and said nothing.

Seeing this, Zhang Chulan suggested, "Or regroup and help your granddaughter, Queen Nathan, fight Behemoth to the end!"

"Come on, choose! Since you don't know which way to go, I can only mark the way for you."

Li Muxuan shook his head in distress: "Don't force me... I really don't know..."

Seeing the old man's decadent and confused look, Zhang Chulan was angry at him for not fighting back.

A grown man is upright and self-reliant. At forty, he is free from doubts and at fifty, he knows the will of heaven. But Li Muxuan has lived for more than a hundred years in vain, but he relies on a bunch of little bastards for advice.

Everyone on Nason Island is walking firmly on the path they have chosen, but this guy is still in a daze.

"Let me choose!"

"Go back and settle the grudge with Lu Jin for me."

"Or are you worried about your granddaughter's safety now?"

thump!
Li Muxuan leaned back and sat on the ground.

From the moment his granddaughter became King of Nasen, her fate was determined, whether she had enemies or not. She would eventually become a victim of the "sacred tree" and return to the tree.

Li Muxuan had no right to interfere with his granddaughter's choice. He said he was protecting Nathan, but he was also unhappy with the people who landed on the island and wanted to vent his anger.

But now it seems that confronting Behemoth, who is heavily armed, is tantamount to committing suicide.

"Will you feel better if I help you vent your anger?" Zhang Chulan asked.

Li Muxuan did not reply, which was regarded as his consent.

Lu Linglong poked Zhang Chulan's shoulder and asked, "You still want to fight Behemoth, isn't that courting death?"

Zhang Chulan whispered, "We can't do it, but we have to make them feel pain. Once they feel pain, they will let out their anger."

"How to do it?"

"Find a way to start at the 'Sacred Tree' which accounts for the largest proportion of the Nason Operation." Zhang Chulan glanced in the direction of the royal city.

The dark night sky was covered with dark clouds, which weighed heavily on the sky, as if the curtain of heaven was falling.

Gun smoke spread, and gray-white smoke columns wrapped around the mountains, forests and buildings, like ghosts rising from the ground, erasing the boundary between heaven and earth.

"Why do I feel like I'm born with a strange vision?"

Zhang Chulan raised his head and looked towards the sky through the turbid air.

The dark clouds rolled like raging waves, and the clouds were like upside-down waves, layer upon layer, as if they were going to overturn the whole world.

Deep in the dark clouds, there seemed to be some kind of giant creature looming in the mist. Its outline was vague and strange, with sharp horns occasionally emerging, bringing a suffocating sense of oppression.

Rumble!
Lightning flashed between the black clouds, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, like thousands of silver snakes swimming in the sea of ​​clouds.

Yan Huan, flying in the air, looked up at the sky.

Suddenly, the sea of ​​clouds seemed to be gently pushed aside by an invisible hand, revealing a deep sky.

The wind suddenly stopped, and a black shadow fell from the sky, breaking through the clouds and slowly emerging into his sight.

He was a foreign man wearing a wizard's robe. The robe was loose but not cumbersome. The edges of the robe were embroidered with complicated runes, and there seemed to be light and shadow flowing.

The man had a calm look in his eyes. He raised his hand slightly, and with a flash of silver light, something flew out from between his fingers.

Yan Huan reached out his hand reflexively, and saw a delicate alchemical device shaped like a headphone lying in his palm.

The metal shell shone with a faint blue light, and the patterns were as delicate as a work of art. A tiny gem was also inlaid on the object, and a low resonating sound could be heard faintly.

This thing is equivalent to a translation machine. When you wear it, people speaking different languages ​​can communicate with each other.

"I've heard a lot about you. My name is Morin, and I'm a wizard."

The man's voice sounded again, with a nonchalant tone.

"I came here to make friends and promote communication and progress between Eastern and Western wizards."

His eyes were slightly lowered, and his long hair under his cloak fluttered gently in the wind. The golden hair formed a sharp contrast with the gray sky.

Western wizards are different from Eastern wizards.

In Western cognition, witchcraft is a kind of magic that controls the power of nature and moves objects with the mind, and a person who possesses this kind of magic is called a wizard.

As early as the Neolithic Age, cave paintings depicted half-human, half-beast wizards performing rituals to summon forest gods.

In ancient Greece, wizards began to try to summon some neutral demons between heaven and earth. Due to the corruption of human hearts, these neutral demons eventually fell into hell.

In the Middle Ages, under the influence of the church, a large-scale witch hunt began.

Countless witches died in fire, by arrows or on the guillotine. In revenge against normal society, wizards began to fight back and have since become the representatives of evil.

But during the Renaissance, things changed dramatically. Wizards, especially male wizards, became well-educated people, and their status suddenly jumped to become synonymous with professions such as alchemists and doctors.

Until now, Western wizards have almost become the sum of all the historical developments, mastering the power of nature, dispatching demons, alchemy, divination...
Yan Huan looked up at the sky again. In the scattered clouds, there were densely packed compound eye structures.

"Mr. Mo Lin, you have come all the way here, can't it be as simple as making friends?"

Morin took off his cloak and threw it casually into the chaotic battlefield below.

"Of course, ever since I found the Ark of the Golden Covenant, I have been collecting the seventy-two demon gods scattered around the world. During this period, I have experienced a lot of things, so that what I have gained far exceeds the demon gods themselves."

"My progress soon reached a bottleneck. When I was at a loss, I met Adam and the sacred object 'Emerald Record' that he had stolen from the Emerald Society with great difficulty."

"The origin of alchemy?" Yan Huan also had some knowledge about "The Emerald Jade Record".

Legend has it that alchemy originated in Egypt.

As early as 1900 BC, the Egyptian Pharaoh Hermes, his legendary father the god Thoth, and his eldest son the high priest Tath merged into one to become the legendary "God Hermes".

The Triune God condensed the knowledge of alchemy into thirteen sentences, engraved them on an emerald plate, and passed them down to later generations.

This text is the Emerald Record, the final guidance an alchemist needs.

"Hey~" Mo Lin looked at Yan Huan with interest, "You know quite a lot. As expected, you are also longing for different cultures' interpretations of magic, right?"

"For example, this Jade Record, a bunch of stupid alchemists used it as a way to make the Philosopher's Stone, completely ignoring the great significance behind it."

Morin pointed his finger forward and said:

"As above, so below; and thus the miracle of the One is accomplished. All things are the One, and from the One they are created by differentiation."

According to The Emerald Jade Record, ideas, the universe, and nature are the macrocosm, while individuals, minds, and souls are the microcosm. The two are in an integrated, harmonious, and mirrored relationship.

By utilizing the alchemical transformation process to liberate the soul from matter, both the material and the soul can be recreated, thus recreating the miracles created by the Universe's Taiyi, or Tao, or "all things."

After explaining, Mo Lin asked with a smile: "Does it sound familiar?"

Yan Huan replied without hesitation: "The unity of heaven and man, the dual cultivation of nature and life, and the unity of all things."

"That's right, that's right!"

Morin laughed arrogantly. He didn't expect that the two systems of Western alchemy and Eastern Qi refining had such similarities in their pursuits.

Since we are pursuing similarity, the means to achieve great creations should also be similar.

Swish!
Morin opened his hands, and six balls of light of different colors flew out from his palms, circling around him.

One blue, one red, one black, one white, one brown, one green.

"Elemental spirits." Morin said with a smile, "You should have something similar on you. Give them to me and I will create Taiyi's miracle for you."

Yan Huan stared at the circling ball of light and could vaguely feel the uncontrolled power of the five elements.

"Where does this bandit logic come from? Why don't you just give it to me so that I can help you realize the unity of all things and the return to the Tao."

"There's nothing I can do. I have a collecting habit." Morin shook his head and sighed.

"That's such a coincidence, I have one too." Yan Huan took another look at the six elemental elves.

"Ok?"

"hey-hey···"

The two looked at each other tacitly, as if they had guessed each other's thoughts.

"Then there's nothing to discuss. Let's see who holds the truth..."

Morin pointed his hand toward the sky, and the black clouds twisted violently, tearing open a huge black hole, with an extremely huge shadow vaguely emerging in the middle.

It was a huge, long-bodied fly, almost the size of an airplane.

The fly has a huge abdomen, and sticky body fluids drip down. Every drop burns in the air and turns into corrosive acid rain, which falls heavily to the ground, making a creepy sizzling sound.

Its needle-like, Kali-like mouth opened and spewed out a stream of green acid, which splashed mercilessly on the island below.

The acid dripped onto the bodies of the Behemoth soldiers. In an instant, their combat uniforms began to corrode, their skin and flesh rotted, and turned into pools of disgusting liquid.

"This is the great beast from Canaan. I named it Beelzebub, the Lord of the Flies," said Morin.

"Ah..." Yan Huan's face was full of disgust, and he flapped his wings and flew away for a distance, "Thank you, forget it, I don't want it."

On a ship in the waters near the island, Ron, the director of "Behemoth", stood on the deck and watched through a telescope the horrifying scene gradually unfolding in the sky.

His eyes were fixed on the huge creature, his brows furrowed, "Molin? Why is this guy here?"

"Why not earlier or later, but at this time! A weird wizard who collects demons is also trying to wade into the muddy waters of Nathan Island!?"

Ron cleared his throat and said into the intercom, "Everyone, pay attention. Pay attention to the movements in the air. Clear the areas affected by the acid rain. There will be no living people there."

"The primary goal is still the sacred tree and the king. At the critical moment, King Nathan can also give up."

After adjusting the combat strategy, a communication from Huang Boren, the director of "Nadutong", came in.

"We are almost done with the reception here. By the way, what new things have you put on it?"

Ron frowned, "Huang, that's not something that can be replicated by modern research results."

"The guy standing in the air is a man who has become famous in the Western world in recent years. He dug up Solomon's treasure at the age of 20, invaded Flamel College at the age of 22, and became the mortal enemy of the Emerald Society at the age of 30..."

"Genius alchemist, king of wizards..."

Huang Boren stroked his mustache and picked up the telescope.

"The Wizard King seems to be held back by something..."

Ok?
Huang Boren was slightly stunned, wiped the lens of the telescope with the corner of his clothes, and looked again.

"Eh!? You haven't left yet, are you doing it?"

(End of this chapter)