HP: The Root of Everything - The Magician

Because 01's teleportation was so fast and so brief, it took Silver Teach several attempts before he was able to see it clearly.

Within the direct vision of the petrifying magic eye, it was seen that before teleporting, 01 used natural magic to construct a channel, which connected to the target point to which he wanted to teleport.

Once the magical channel is constructed in an instant, 01 can stretch and compress his body, then travel through the channel to complete a teleportation without warning.

[A passage, a magic passage, hahaha~, is this the unexpected surprise?]

[Celestial magic...there's hope!]

After seeing through her, the silver-haired Teach grinned arrogantly and asked 01, "Dirty trash~ Answer me, is your teleportation ability unique to you? Or do all the Dragon Arm Wizards you've experimented with possess this ability?"

01 Upon hearing the stunning silver-haired Teach call him trash, he raised an eyebrow, his expression a mix of strange excitement and... well, you know. He replied, "Beautiful lady, this ability is unique to me~"

"By the way, I'll tell you another piece of information: each of us Dragon Witches possesses a unique ability within our bodies."

"Is that so? Very well, then I'll capture you and dissect you for research," said the silver-haired Teach, increasing the firepower of his dual pistols.

Teach's extra question to 01 was to confirm his suspicions.

The dragon wizards created by the MacFastie family are human in terms of species, but they are different from humans, hovering between wizards and magical creatures.

Magical creatures, each of which possesses its own unique racial talents, led Silver-haired Teach to speculate, after seeing through 01's teleportation, that 02 and the others should also possess some kind of special magical ability.

Over the past two years, Teach Carr has killed many wizards and dissected many wizards and extracted life gems.

These anatomical experiments not only led Teach to discover that wizards do not have a source of magic and are simply transporters of magic, but also revealed that the meridians through which magic flows within each wizard's body are different and subtly different.

Anyone who has seen the Harry Potter movies should remember the line, "The wand chooses the wizard."

Tichy agrees with this statement, but has a different understanding of it.

Through his study of disassembled wands, Teach discovered why wands enable wizards to cast spells: the wand core is made from magically sourced hair, nerves, or flesh from magical creatures. These materials are then magically refined to form a tiny source of magic within the wand.

The wizard infuses the natural magic flowing into his body into a small magical source in his wand, which is how he can cast spells with his wand.

Different combinations of wand materials can create tiny magical sources with different properties and characteristics. These artificial magical sources contain unique magical runes and lines.

talent......

In ordinary humans, talent simply represents an ability to be better than others, but in the wizarding community, talent represents an innate magical ability.

Everyone has talent, just to varying degrees.

Wizards vary in strength and talent, resulting in differences in the meridians within their bodies that facilitate the flow of natural magic. The artificial micro-sources of magic within wands, with their varying patterns, are unique magical weapons created to complement these subtle differences in the wizard's internal meridians.

The wand must match the wizard's magical patterns; only when they match can the wizard cast the smoothest and most powerful spells. This is the origin of the saying, "The wand chooses the wizard."

At this moment, the silver-haired Teach's eyes were burning with greed as he looked at 01: [If only I could capture 01, and then dissect him...]

[If I extract the magical energy channels from his body that can be used to create magical pathways and enable instantaneous teleportation, then I might be able to use these channels as a blueprint to develop energy channels that can connect with celestial bodies.]

Since the Mystic Eyes has already seen 01's magic channel, Silver Teach only needs to use the Mystic Eyes to petrify and destroy it when 01 is constructing the channel.

Now...

The moment 01 reconstructed the channel, the petrifying magic of the Mystic Eye in Teach's left eye was directed out.

【Fuck~, I'm too late. This short-distance teleportation channel is just too fast. It appears and disappears so quickly that even the eye can't keep up】.

If short distances don't work, then Silver Teach has no choice but to target the long-distance teleportation channel 01.

In this battle, Teach had used the Blink Magic countless times. He had become accustomed to the pain of his magic circuits squeezing his body's life energy to convert it into magic power, and had basically ignored the pain.

Therefore, the vitality and lifespan within the body are overlooked, and they are gradually decreasing.

The white hairs increased one by one, becoming less noticeable among the silver hair.

It was clearly visible in her long, reddish-brown hair.

'Bang~~~'

The enchanted bullets from the Beretta Silver Spear were fired, and 01 dodged in an emergency.

The Petrifying Demon Eye locked onto 01's feet, immobilizing them.

At this moment, he raised the Serpent Bone Demon Spear, and the poison bullet was fired at 10 times the speed of sound due to the violent recoil.

01 The moment he saw the silver-haired Teach raise his magic gun, he immediately constructed a magic teleportation channel, then cleanly and swiftly raised his dragon claws to sever his petrified feet and entered the channel to hide.

"I've already seen through your teleportation ability. Do you think you can still escape?" With that, the silver-haired Teach turned his enchanted silver gun around and fired the bullets toward the exit of the magic channel.

Before 01 could even regenerate its legs after teleporting, it was shot. Its dragon arm and shoulder were pierced, leaving a bowl-sized wound.

With renewed vigor, the silver-haired Teach aimed the now-recoil-free magic gun and fired another poison bullet.

01 He hollowed out the poisoned flesh from his abdomen, and at this moment, he lost his previous arrogance and superiority, becoming extremely miserable.

His legs were cut off, and he knelt on the ground, covered in sand and mud.

His shoulder was pierced, leaving only a bit of flesh hanging from the dragon's arm, not severed.

His abdomen was ripped open, and from Teach's perspective, the sea behind him could be vaguely seen through it.

All that could be heard was 01 breathing heavily, his head covered in cold sweat and his body trembling slightly. He was desperately trying to mobilize natural magic to heal his injuries, but the result made him realize that something was wrong.

Just as Silver-haired Teach had guessed, his healing required the consumption of his body's regenerative abilities, namely the magical repair that could only be completed through the division of flesh, bones, and cells.

During the battle, 01 suffered too many injuries and underwent too much repair under Teach's dual pistols, and his body's regenerative ability had reached its limit.

Although he had repaired and healed his feet and shoulders, the wound that spread throughout his abdomen was healing extremely slowly, and no matter how he manipulated his body and magic, he could not speed up the recovery process.

At this moment, 01 understood that he, so powerful, had been defeated, defeated by a 'woman' who wasn't even a wizard.

01 Seeing the silver-haired Teach aiming his dual pistols at him from 60 meters away, still unable to move, he panicked instantly. He screamed in terror, "You useless wizards of the family, hurry up and cast spells to support me! If I die, not one of you will survive the wrath of our ancestors!"

"02, 03, 04, 05, you piece of trash who wish I were dead, hurry up and save me!"

"Damn 02, do you want me to cast the Oath of Death Curse on the black dragon sister beneath your feet?"

"Trash 03, come save me! I swear I'll never hit you again!"

“04, 05, you two wretched women, come and help me! When I return to the clan, I will suggest to the elders that you no longer be allowed to serve me in bed.”

01 turned around amidst the shouts, and seeing that the four dragon shamans remained unmoved, he ripped off his already tattered collar, revealing the oath spell on his chest, and threatened, "Do...you all want to die?"

"You...do you want me to cast a death curse on all of you before I die?"