Mystery: A Spark

He even tried to create a Rasengan by spinning the flame rapidly in his palm.

Of course, these were just things Arthur did for fun, mostly fancy stuff, and not very practical in actual combat.

After frolicking for a while, Arthur discovered that the potion in his body did not seem to be digested because of his earlier reckless arson.

Or rather, the potion's effects were so subtle that Arthur didn't even notice them.

"It seems that simply setting fires indiscriminately isn't a very effective way to act," Arthur sighed.

That makes sense, after all, this is a Sequence Seven potion, so it's impossible to digest it in such a simple way.

After thinking it over, Arthur came up with a plan.

"Perhaps burning down something valuable, or a building with unique significance, is what will create a really good performance effect," he muttered to himself.

For example, if Arthur were to orchestrate a Capitol fire in real life, he would definitely be able to digest a significant amount of the potion within him.

Or, like Mr. Zhuge Liang, he could launch a massive attack on the Red Cliffs, in which case the magic potion in his body would be completely digested instantly.

"Tsk, this is going to be difficult. Valuable things and buildings aren't so easy to burn down."

Arthur felt a headache coming on.

Unlike assassinations, arson is a large-scale operation, and it's very difficult to carry out it quietly without being detected.

Furthermore, the need to burn valuable items further increases the difficulty for the arsonist to digest the potion.

After thinking for a while, Arthur, still clueless, had no choice but to put the matter aside for the time being and begin to check if any new spells had appeared in Gul'dan's Skull.

He had already learned the Demon Skin technique and successfully converted the spell, allowing him to cast spells without relying on the Skull of Gul'dan.

Edwina successfully converted the Fear Scream and conveyed it to Arthur through a messenger.

However, Arthur encountered a problem while learning the Fear Scream.

That is, his voice is not strong enough to support him screaming.

Although he could still use the spell by shouting at the top of his lungs.

But how should I put it, it just doesn't feel right.

Others scream in terror, but Arthur cries out in fear, which sounds incredibly low-class.

However, this is actually a minor issue; as long as the spell's effect is achieved, that's fine.

Just like in the original work, the Ocean Singer sang seriously.

But what about Alger? After he was promoted to Ocean Singer, he became a proper ghost howler.

But even amidst the wailing and howling of ghosts, it did not affect his use of extraordinary abilities.

"It's a real shame I didn't learn some voice imitation techniques in my past life." Arthur shook his head regretfully, then summoned the Skull of Gul'dan.

As soon as Dog Egghead was summoned, Arthur noticed that the flames he had summoned had changed under the influence of the evil energy.

The originally ordinary flames not only turned an eerie green, but their properties also changed, becoming highly adhesive and corrosive.

Chapter 72 Madam, you wouldn't want to see your child harmed, would you?

The change in the nature of the flames greatly surprised Arthur.

This new and peculiar flame reminded Arthur of a familiar entity from a web novel he read in his past life:

Strange fire.

Of course, his is clearly not as awesome as a different kind of fire.

But this didn't stop Arthur, who's always terrible at naming things, from giving this flame a sophisticated name:

The Fire of the Green Lotus Core.

This new flame is closer to magma in nature, and its green color, when rounded up, is not much different from cyan.

Therefore, the Azure Lotus Earth Core Flame is not wrong. (Seriously)

Besides the change in the flames, several spells were also unlocked within the Skull of Gul'dan.

After browsing through the materials, Arthur felt excited, but also realized that his workload had increased significantly.

……

On Saturday morning, a young and beautiful pregnant woman was walking in a small alley.

Normally, this alley isn't particularly busy, but quite a few people still pass through it.

But at this moment, the pedestrians outside the alley seemed to have forgotten the existence of this alley and unconsciously bypassed it.

The young pregnant woman walking in the alley did not notice anything different about the road.

She carried the groceries she had just bought in her left hand, touched her slightly protruding belly with her right hand, and had a gentle smile on her face.

Just then, she saw two young men, one blond and one black, appear in front of the alley.

The blond youth, with an undisguised malicious smile on his face, said with ill intent:

"Hello, ma'am, would you like to play a game with us?"

The young pregnant woman saw that the two people in front of her were hostile, so she turned around and walked back. But as soon as she turned around, she saw a man who looked like a giant appear not far behind her.

The man had light eyebrows, obvious wrinkles on his face, and a serious and solemn expression.

"Who are you? What do you want? Help! Help me!!!" The young pregnant woman leaned against the wall and shouted in a panic.

"What are you doing? Of course, we're doing something bad. Go ahead and scream, no one will come to save you even if you scream your lungs out," the blond youth said with a wicked smile.

The black-haired youth next to him couldn't help but rub his forehead and say:

"I really shouldn't have stood next to you. Can't you at least maintain your image? You may not care about your reputation, but I do."

"But don't you think it's quite appropriate to say these lines in this situation?"

"It's quite fitting; we're like three thugs," Leonard complained.

"wrong."

"What?" Leonard asked, puzzled.

“We should be called hooligans and scoundrels, not hooligans and bullies,” Arthur said, shaking his finger.

"What's the difference?" Leonard couldn't help but wonder.

Arthur glanced at his poet classmate and replied with a smile:

"The difference is that bully is generally used to describe an ugly person, while bad boy is mostly used to describe a handsome person."

"Hey, you call yourself a poet? Your word choice and sentence structure are really lacking."

Leonard: ...

"Alright, stop with the talk and get down to business."

Although Leonard himself wasn't exactly serious, he felt that compared to Anduin, to use Emperor Rosell's words, it was like a young wizard meeting an old wizard.

Arthur's expression turned serious. He nodded to Bishop Utravsky on the other side of the alley, indicating that they could begin.

Soon, Bishop Utravsky produced a heavy, broad sword that seemed to be formed from condensed light, and then plunged it directly into the ground.

Instantly, the entire alley was filled with silver light, making the place seem as if it had been sanctified.

Under the morning light of Bishop Utravsky, all evil and filth will be suppressed and weakened.

“Sir, please make a move,” Arthur said to Leonard.

"Hehe, no problem, but you're quite something, kid." Pales's aged voice came.

As the morning light enveloped her, Megos grew increasingly restless, and her swollen belly began to writhe restlessly.

As her emotions became increasingly erratic and she was about to undergo a strange transformation, her protruding belly suddenly flattened out, and she collapsed to the ground as if she had lost her support.

"Wow!"

A weak cry rang out, and a half-illusory, half-real infant figure appeared beside the unconscious Megos.

He, the offspring of the true Creator, was stolen directly from His mother’s womb by Pales.

His first reaction after being stolen was to try to return to his mother's body.

But at that moment, the distance between the unconscious Megos and Bishop Utravsky was also stolen.

Megoss lay down behind the bishop, who rested his hands on his greatsword, his body clad in silver armor.

The thin, deformed infant kept attacking the bishop, wanting to return to its mother's body as soon as possible, otherwise it would surely die young.

But under His attack, Bishop Utravsky stood there like a city wall, unmoved by the attacks.

Because of the forced premature birth, the baby appeared very weak and did not exhibit the power described in the original story.

At least, under the protection of Dog Egghead, Arthur only felt a slight ache in his head, and other than that, he did not experience too many negative effects.

Leonard, on the other hand, was not so steadfast. He showed obvious signs of dizziness and could only keep from falling by relying on Arthur, who was standing next to him.

"Can you do this?" Leonard asked, his breathing becoming rapid.

"Of course, otherwise why would I go through all this trouble?" Arthur rubbed his temples and shook his head to ease the pain a little.

"What do you need me to do?" Leonard asked, forcing himself to continue.

Arthur turned his head to look at him and said:

"Next, I'm going to use some illegal magic."

"Huh?" Leonard responded blankly, not understanding what Arthur meant.

“He means we should go out,” came Pales’s aged voice.

The next second, Leonard found himself outside the alley.

"Old man, how did you get me out?" Leonard was still confused.

"Hey, didn't you hear what he said? He's about to use illegal magic, what are you still doing standing there? Are you that familiar with him?" Pales scolded without any politeness.

"I hadn't thought of that," Leonard said somewhat embarrassedly.

“So you still have a lot to learn,” Pales admonished him.

"Hehe, then I'll have to trouble you to teach me a lot in the future," Leonard said with a grin.