This crazy wizard is quite stable

Chapter 80 Become famous in one battle!
"Crack~"

Even wizards and witches like Filo and Angel couldn't see Liuli's invisible hand, not to mention the ordinary adventurers below who had no magic power. Naturally, it didn't take much effort to quietly move the magic lamp in such a chaotic situation.

So soon, Liuli grabbed the golden little magic lamp and handed it to Isaac.

Isaac played with the little magic lamp for a while and found that it was not what he had imagined. It was not a teapot-shaped lamp, nor a box-shaped oil lamp. Instead, it was a short slanted column with an oil dish on top, a very simple small wall lamp.

Yes, the ritual of the Trial of the Magic Lamp originated from the work of a legendary wizard. Considering the convenience of dissemination, it is naturally designed in a style that is most acceptable to the public.

Stroking the golden little magic lamp and feeling the message coming from it, Isaac put it away and then looked at the adventurers who were rushing towards here in the chaos.

"Now that we have the stuff, should we just retreat or fight? It doesn't matter if a few people die, right?" Isaac said.

Philo looked deeply at Isaac and Liuli. She couldn't figure out how the magic lamp got here just now. What method did it use?
Until he touched the magic lamp, there was no magic fluctuation or air flow. Even after he got the magic lamp, all he could feel were the magic fluctuation of the magic lamp itself and the air flow caused by its displacement. It was an extremely mysterious ability!
This is not something a mortal should possess, and there is no doubt that it comes from an outer god.

"Let's do it. We've already informed you about the Grand Trial of the Magic Lamp. The most magnificent ceremony requires the bloodiest sacrifice to decorate it!" Philo smiled cruelly. "Besides, these wild dogs won't stop unless you hurt them~"

After saying that, Filo jumped back from the tall alchemical golem. Then, clearly layered muscle fibers emerged from her clothes, forming a set of armor on her body like an arthropod insect. Then she spread her bat wings and flew high into the sky!
Infinite Demon Armor, one of the ten demon puppets, is a composite puppet of flesh and blood and machinery. It is famous for its ability to evolve infinitely. It is a wearable puppet that can bring unparalleled enhancement to the wearer.

Isaac didn't know the specific effects. He had only seen relevant introductions in his eldest sister's collection of books. It was said that it had been lost long ago, and he didn't know where she got it from.

But this is not surprising. As a mad witch, it is not surprising that she has any taboo knowledge, not to mention that she is the eldest princess of the Terra Empire, with a noble status and control of many unknown channels.

So Isaac just looked at it in surprise. After all, this thing looks pretty cool when worn, just like Kamen Rider!
"Roar!"

Just as Isaac was surprised by Filo's demon armor, Angel beside her was not to be outdone. The evil spirit that had been hiding behind her to protect her stretched out its claws and held Angel in its arms. A dark hole emerged from behind them, swallowing up the evil spirit and Angel together, and then a large number of evil spirit followers and evil goblins emerged!

"Interesting... But you don't have to take it so seriously." Although Isaac also wanted to see their methods, he knew that their real trump cards would not be used now. Therefore, for the two people's high-profile actions, Isaac just shrugged helplessly, "Harmon, Phantom Eye and Flesh Deformation!"

"Tear!"

Then, Harmon came out from the back of Isaac's neck, stretched out his five fingers, and faced his palms towards the adventurers who were rushing towards him. An eye and a big jagged mouth appeared on his palms, and his long purple tongue came out and licked around!
"Jiejiejie~~"

Along with Harmon's evil grin, the blood-red pupils in its palms suddenly burst into a blood-red light, and colorful magic power flowed in the high-raised claws.

In an instant, all the adventurers who were exposed to the red light and rushed towards Isaac suddenly had countless colors flooding into their eyes. The influx of a large amount of color information made them feel strongly dizzy, and they fell to the ground one after another.

Some adventurers noticed the problem with the red light and tried to avoid the illusion by closing their eyes, but it was useless. The illusion pattern obtained by Harmon from swallowing the psychedelic butterfly was not cast through sight, but through all senses, and the illusion effect was enhanced by the mysterious bonus. (Chapter 40)

There are only three ways to resist this illusion. One is to have a high enough spell resistance. Two is to have a firm will and be able to ignore the dizziness. Three is to avoid being exposed to the red light. A few adventurers who are not exposed to the red light due to perspective problems will be fine.

But this does not mean that they are safe, because after the control spell, there is flesh and blood distortion!
"Jie Jie Jie!!!"

Harmon's evil grin echoed throughout the night sky, his long tongue rolled excitedly, and invisible magical fluctuations accompanied by purple light began to sweep forward!

In this move, the purple light is only a special effect of the spell. What really works is the invisible magic fluctuations, so it is useless to hide behind obstacles.

"Huh? Did it fail?" Remington looked at the motionless adventurers, stunned for a moment, and asked in confusion. At the same time, his right hand gently placed the long sword at his waist, ready to take action at any time.

"No hurry, wait a moment." Isaac smiled and said slowly.

"What is this? Ah!"

"Fuck! Don't come over here!"

"Monster! Monster!"

"what!!"

……

As soon as Isaac finished speaking, there were chaotic noises coming from the adventurers below. The corners of Isaac's mouth slightly raised, and Harmon became even more excited.

Remington looked at it curiously, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he froze in place!

It’s because among the adventurers at that time, there was a lot of chaos!

Some people have turned into densely packed human-shaped whiskers, and each whisker has a mouth!

Some people's right hands turned into snake heads, and their left hands turned into dog heads, which then bit off their necks together. Finally, the heads that fell off grew feet and ran around in fear!

Some people had rats popping out of their bodies one after another, and they fell to the ground listlessly. As more and more rats came out, they became more and more deflated!

There were also people who suddenly had a bunch of tentacles emerge from their mouths, which tightly wrapped around them and crushed their bodies bit by bit!
Some people even grew hair all over their bodies and their muscles bulged greatly. In an instant, their upper bodies turned into werewolves and their lower bodies turned into fish heads. It was extremely terrifying!
The above is just the picture that Remington can roughly describe in words. There are many more abstract and weird changes happening!

"Did you do all this?" Remington turned his head and looked at Isaac blankly. He trembled and stuttered and asked Isaac. At the same time, he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Philo also fell from the air and stood aside. The demon armor on her face retreated, revealing her shocked face. She covered her mouth slightly and looked at Isaac in disbelief. Is this guy's witchcraft?
Not only Filo, but Angel also emerged from the black hole, covering her mouth with one hand for fear of vomiting, and holding the magic book tightly with the other hand, looking at Isaac with a complicated expression.

This guy is scarier than I imagined!
Is it really worth betting your future on him?
Even the evil spirit behind Angel was looking at Isaac in surprise, as if trying to confirm whether one of his colleagues had reincarnated or taken over a human body. Compared with Isaac's magic, the evil goblins he transformed were normal stuff!

Master!
Facing the complicated expressions of the crowd, Isaac did not explain too much, but just smiled and said calmly: "It's just a small spell. It seems that other places are not finished yet. Do you want to rob it?"

Isaac glanced at the directions where the other three magic lamps had descended. There were still battles going on in two of them, and the intensity seemed to be quite high.

Philo didn't even look at it, and shook his head: "According to the agreement, if there are less than four magic lamps in the first advent, then we can only snatch one at most. This time, the ones have been divided up, and we should be able to get more next time."

After saying that, Filo took a complicated look at the hell below...

No, hell seems so much kinder than this scene!

At least hell is pure evil, evil within the scope of human understanding, which is completely different from Isaac's spell...

After a while, the wailing below gradually subsided, leaving only some squirming sounds. In a thick pool of blood, pieces of indescribable flesh and blood were constantly squirming.

The other adventurers who did not participate in the fight for the magic lamp and stayed in the room obediently stared blankly at their "friends" "squirming" in a pool of blood, and even forgot to wipe the sour water from the corners of their mouths.

Among these people, the ones who suffered the most severe mental shock were the owners of the nearby pub!
The reason is simple, although there are adventurers in this world, there is no large and convenient organization like the Adventurer's Guild, and no one will allow it to appear, so adventurers from all over the world basically stay in taverns and accept missions in taverns.

Therefore, the tavern actually serves as an adventurer's association, responsible for receiving various tasks and then dispatching them to the adventurers, and the tavern charges a certain fee from them.

Where there are interests, there will naturally be competition. The competition is for adventurers, and at the same time, it is also a competition for mission resources. Mission resources are used to attract more adventurers, and more mission resources are attracted with more and stronger adventurers. It is a rather cruel competition.

In this process, a magic item called the Adventurer's Roster came into being. It can more intuitively display the registered levels and mission experiences of adventurers affiliated with the tavern, making it easier for taverns to compete for mission resources.

And this roster has another function - to confirm the life status of the adventurers!
This is actually a very good ability, and it can often help tavern owners to promptly understand the adventurers they actually have. But at this moment, the tavern owners wish they didn't have this ability!
It was because, on the adventurer's roster, they were horrified to find that after this bloody battle, 90% of the adventurers were beaten into a paste, and the ground was covered with thick blood plasma, but!

The roster clearly states that most of the adventurers are still alive...

After the bosses repeatedly confirmed that the information on the roster was correct, they turned their heads dully and looked at the still squirming meat paste outside...

"vomit!!!!"

For a moment, waves of acid were vomited out again, mixing with the filth that had been vomited out before, emitting an indescribable stench. Unfortunately, no one cared at this time...

Even someone said, "Fuck! They are not dead... Ugh!!!"...

The other pale-faced adventurers couldn't help but focus their attention on it, and then...

There was another round of vomiting sounds!
"We've got the stuff, let's go back." Philo covered his mouth, his face was pale, and his voice trembled slightly.

"Yeah." Isaac nodded calmly. He had seen this scene many times when he was doing experiments. Although he had never used humanoid creatures for experiments, now... it seems that he is immune to it?

Anyway, he didn't feel anything, and even wanted to go down and scoop up some meat paste to take back for research.

However, Isaac glanced at the three people's slightly blue faces, and could only look at the meat paste below with regret, nodded, and recalled Harmon.

"Hehe~" After receiving Isaac's order, Harmon smacked his lips with a hint of unsatisfaction. He licked his palm with his purple tongue and released the spell with all his strength. It was such a strange feeling... It really made him miss it~
Although it was reluctant, Isaac had already given the order, so it had to shrink back into Isaac's body.

"Tsk~" After taking back Harmon, Isaac twisted his sore neck. This was the bad thing about the God's Hand pet. Once a spell was cast at high power, it would cause soreness in the neck, which always made Isaac feel like he was going to get cervical spondylosis...

Compared to the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea when they came, their methods on the way back were much simpler, and they all got on Isaac's pumpkin carriage...

There's no way. The other three are not in good condition, especially Remington. He even feels weak all over. If you ask him to run back, it would be really uncomfortable.

Anyway, his pumpkin carriage was big enough. It was more than enough for five people. There were four seats inside and two could sit outside for the coachman, so there was still one left.

Not long after, Isaac sent the three back to where they lived, and then drove the carriage back to the Veteran Tavern alone. Along the way, he was met with awe and fear.

The town of Phyllis is not big, and the adventurers communicate with each other very quickly. Although it is not as fast as the Internet in their previous lives, it is not much slower. Therefore, when Isaac drove the pumpkin carriage to send Philo and the others home, his horrific battle had already been completely spread.

Even some painters with nimble hands have hurriedly drawn a silhouette from those incoherent and intermittent descriptions - a wizard standing on the roof with his arms outstretched, and a terrifying claw with an eye and a mouth extended from the back of his head. He cast an extremely evil witchcraft and turned the world into an indescribable... indescribable scene!
This exaggerated efficiency of information dissemination caused everyone inside Isaac's pumpkin carriage to stop talking as soon as it stopped at the entrance of the Veteran Tavern, as if they had been muted instantly...

Isaac walked into the Veterans Tavern and looked at the silent crowd in surprise. Wherever his eyes passed, everyone lowered their heads, not daring to look at him. Until Isaac went up to the second floor, they did not dare to speak, or even get up and leave immediately. They waited for a long time before they walked out of the tavern cautiously and ran away!
It feels like hell is behind me!
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(End of this chapter)