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Chapter 43 I really want to kill something.
Changfeng stared at him for a long time before finally asking, "What's your profession?"

"Mage."

"Ok?"

Changfeng was stunned for a moment, his eyes blank. This was the first time he had ever thought that an elite-level mage was really rare. Normally, those who could become mages were all powerful mages, and those with spiritual talents who couldn't become mages became support characters.

“I don’t believe it,” he said.

Ye Mingqiu stretched out his hand, condensed his spiritual energy in his palm, and used his mind to form a spell template. Soon, a ball of crimson flame appeared in his palm and burned fiercely.

During his training in the Little Spirit Realm, Ye Mingqiu has been learning magic. Now, the magic he uses has begun to take shape. Although it is not very powerful, at least he looks like a mage.

"He really is a mage?"

Changfeng looked at the flames in surprise, frowned slightly, and then asked, "What is Euler's theorem?"

Euler's theorem?

After a brief moment of thought, Ye Mingqiu replied seriously, "Euler's theorem is a law that states that shouting 'Euler, Euler, Euler, Euler' during a move will make the move more powerful."

"As expected of an elite-level mage, that answer is so elite-like," Changfeng remarked.

"I really don't know how."

Ye Mingqiu helplessly spread his hands and said that although he knew the true meaning of Euler's theorem, he was now an elite mage, and a naive mage like him should not know too much.

"Then what do you know?"

"Light Spell, Fireball Spell, Earth Shot, Wind Walk Spell, Magic Shield. I know a little about other spells, but I'm not very proficient in any of them." Ye Mingqiu's eyes were as clear as a college student's.

"Forget it, I don't trust you. Goodbye, and don't bother me, or I'll kill you." Changfeng left with a cold look in his eyes.

Watching his departing figure, Ye Mingqiu sighed and remarked, "How terrifying."

North District

The air was murky and foul-smelling, filled with the pungent smell of rust, old engine oil, and chemical residue.

The massive factory building silhouetted against the night, shrouded in torrential rain, resembled a lurking prehistoric behemoth. Most of the windows were now just empty, dark holes, and twisted steel bars grotesquely pierced the rolling thunderclouds.

"This environment is really terrible."

Ye Mingqiu murmured to himself and continued forward. Underfoot were broken cement blocks and weeds growing from the cracks. Every step could lead to stepping on discarded parts or slippery moss.

Strange noises echoed from the machine shop, whether from the wind or the groans of metal releasing stress, reverberating through the empty, desolate ruins.

Ye Mingqiu did not turn on any lighting equipment, but he could clearly sense the outline of the surrounding environment. This was not a special ability, but a powerful spiritual perception.

Then, like a silent shadow, he nimbly passed through the collapsed scaffolding, circled the hill of rusted scrap iron, and finally arrived at his destination—the iconic, huge assembly workshop of Zhenxing Machinery Factory, the final stop that Changfeng had reached first.

Changfeng seemed very confident in his abilities, and even knowing that Ye Mingqiu might also arrive, he still chose to take the initiative. Of course, he might have a backup plan, or he might possess some kind of assassin-like stealth skill.

On one side of the workshop, a huge, heavy iron door covered with dark red rust was half-open, like a demon from hell opening its gaping maw to devour people.

Inside the door was a bottomless darkness. Ye Mingqiu could hear the sounds of fighting and roars like those of wild beasts coming from within the darkness.

Has the battle begun?
Ye Mingqiu stopped and smiled. The normal appearance of the spirit world disappeared, and the boy in ordinary clothes instantly transformed into a warrior wearing heavy armor. He wore a blue-faced fanged mask and held a blood-red spear. His fighting aura had already deeply attracted him.

I really want to kill something.
The blood spear shimmered, its surging crystallized patterns pulsating like vibrant blood vessels, connected to Ye Mingqiu's hand, throbbing with life.

He moved slowly, making heavy, powerful sounds, like a heavy object falling to the ground, steadily and continuously approaching the other side of the door. His surging killing intent and malice roared like a tide, as if to devour all the targets on the other side.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Heavy footsteps echoed continuously, and a terrifying aura naturally emanated from them, like the tolling of a heavy bell, intimidating everyone fighting behind the door.

At some point, the sounds of battle behind the door ceased, leaving only a faint smell of blood and the lingering scent of wounded men slowly spreading through the air, attracting the terrifying war monsters.

"boom!!"

The blood spear pierced the air, instantly smashing through the iron gate and shattering the half-closed door, revealing the scene inside where Changfeng was confronting three blood-red monsters.

At this moment, Changfeng was half-covered in blood, gripping his silver longsword tightly with both hands, staring intently at the heavily armored monster behind the door, while also keeping a watchful eye on the crimson monster beside him, his heart pounding at its fastest.

On the other side was a blood-red monster with a morbid, nauseatingly blood-red body, like skinned muscle, and eyes like two red-hot iron charcoal pieces, emitting a scorching afterglow in the darkness.

The three blood-red monsters were wounded by swords, and their boiling blood, as hot as magma, flowed out. They made a "sizzling" sound when they landed, and their sword wounds were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"boom!"

Heavy footsteps sounded again, but the blood-red monsters trembled as if a foot had been stepped on their hearts. They stared intently at the heavily armored monster holding a blood spear at the doorway. Its blue face and fangs, along with its aura as if it had emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, were more terrifying than these monsters.

They even suspected that this guy might have killed more people than they, the monsters, had ever done.

The humans were afraid, and so were the monsters. They even stopped fighting at the same time and stared at the tyrant rushing to the battlefield from the other side of the gate.

The footsteps continued to sound rhythmically.
"Roar!!!"

Finally, a blood-red monster could no longer withstand the eerie and terrifying atmosphere. It roared angrily, transformed into a black shadow, and shot out at a speed beyond the limits of human visual perception.

Sharp claws tore through the air, emitting a piercing shriek, carrying a strong stench of blood and death, and went straight for the blue-faced, fanged mask.

But it failed.
The blood spear moved even faster, swiftly and accurately piercing the crimson monster's body, leaving it suspended in mid-air, its boiling blood flowing freely.

Boiling blood, as corrosive as magma, dripped onto the blood spear, but it had no effect on the spear whatsoever. In fact, the spear absorbed the blood itself, making the crimson crystal patterns shine even brighter, as if they had eaten some kind of tonic and were throbbing with joy.

The crimson monster, pierced by the blood spear, trembled and struggled in pain and despair, watching helplessly as its body was drained dry, turning into withered bones that fell and scattered into a pile of pitch-black fragments.

　Writing battle scenes felt so smooth! Much more comfortable than writing other plot points.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)