I became the slime toy of the evil dragon girl?

Chapter 89 Even Pure Military Generals Do Needlework

After finishing the last stroke, Qiqi put away her carving knife and let out a long sigh of relief: "All done."

Ian leaned closer to take a look.

A complex rune now adorned little Ian's body, gleaming silvery-white in the sunlight. He remained motionless on the ground, but he looked different now.

"Is that all?" Ian asked.

"Halfway done—" Kiki picked up the little Ian. "You need to use this clone to make a pact with other people. This requires the consent of the original consciousness. After that, anyone who touches it can establish a magical connection with it."

She continued, "But because it is your clone, once the connection is established, that person can also perceive what you perceive through it, including the magical energy channels."

"Want to give it a try?"

Qiqi nodded, then turned to look into the distance. Nujiao was standing next to the steel furnace, huffing and puffing as he smashed a piece of scrap iron.

"Angry Horn! Come here!"

Angry Horn came running over excitedly: "What's up?"

Kiki pointed to little Ian on the ground: "Touch it."

Angry Horn paused, then looked down at the fist-sized jelly covered in runes: "—Touch it?"

"Yes, just a light touch is fine, remember to be gentle!"

Anger scratched his head, squatted down, and stretched out his thick fingers, pressing them on little Ian.

Then—his body suddenly shuddered.

The three members of the Gilded Rose Squad all turned to look at him.

"What's wrong?" Phoebe asked.

Angry Horn did not answer.

He simply turned his head slowly, looking around, at the ground, at the air, and at places he couldn't usually see.

Then his mouth opened and closed, but he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

"Say something!" Phoebe exclaimed impatiently.

The angry horn finally spoke, its voice distorted: "I—I saw it."

Ian: "What do you see?"

"The sky is full of colorful tentacles." Angry Horn pointed to the sky. "They're everywhere. On the ground, in the air, and over there, there are so many, like—a spider web?"

Then there's no problem.

From the moment he began weaving the magical veins, the sky above Dragon Territory had gradually been filled with these tentacle-like magical veins in his eyes.

So Cthulhu-esque!

After watching it for a while, I even felt my sanity level plummet.

Ian sometimes wants to wash his eyes.

Ian is very gratified that someone is sharing this visual pollution with him.

Finally, he pointed to his feet: "I have them too. They extend from that little thing, connect to me, and then to those tentacles—"

He looked down at little Ian, his eyes filled with shock: "Mother of the Earth, what is this?"

"Magic channels," Ian replied.

Angry Horn saw the magical veins.

Those things that he could not see or touch normally, things that only he could perceive, he could now see as well.

"Huh?" Phoebe was the first to react. "He can see the magical energy channels?!"

Kiki nodded excitedly: "Yes! Through that clone!"

Phoebe's eyes widened, bigger than her own staff: "A minotaur? A minotaur who only knows how to swing an axe? And can see magical energy channels?!"

Angry Horn glared at her, dissatisfied: "I can do other things too!"

"for example?"

Nujiao thought for a moment but couldn't come up with an answer, so he simply attacked directly: "—Anyway, you don't know anything."

Phoebe's eyes widened, wanting to retort, but she couldn't say anything.

Ian thought to himself, "These two are both pure military generals, let alone the second brother."

Phoebe ignored the angry horn, moved closer to little Ian, and reached out to touch him.

Ian extended his tentacles to stop her.

"One at a time." Ian looked at Angry Horn. "Can you control those meridians right now?"

Angry Horn paused, looked down at the glowing lines at his feet, and tried to touch them with his consciousness.

The lines trembled slightly.

"Yes!" His voice changed. "I can feel them! Like—like my own hands!"

Ian took a deep breath: "Then, try to channel more magic into that vein leading to the steel furnace."

Angry Horn closed his eyes, trying to sense.

A few seconds later————

boom!

A loud bang came from the steelmaking furnace.

The fire suddenly shot up, flames spewing from the furnace opening and nearly igniting the firewood piled up beside it.

Iodized salt! The precious, truly harmful iodized salt!

Angry Horn opened his eyes, looked at his hands, then at little Ian, then at the steel furnace: "I—"

Did I do it?

A purely physical minotaur who only knows how to steal axes is allowed to control the magical pathways he has woven through his clones.

They made a pure warrior do the work of a mage.

"Wow!" Phoebe cursed again, "What the hell is this?!"

Barbara silently opened the holy book, turned to the page on "miracles," glanced at it, and then closed it again. "This doesn't make sense."

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Ian glanced at her: "You're a priest who plays with oracles, and you're telling me it's reasonable?"

Barbara thought for a moment and nodded, "That makes sense."

The angry horn beside him was already incredibly excited, spinning around in circles while shouting, "I can do magic! I, the angry horn, can do magic!"

The goblins watching from the sidelines were completely bewildered.

"Do minotaurs also use magic?"

"Impossible, right?"

"Did he just set it on fire?"

"It seems so—"

Gugu came closer and asked cautiously, "Sir, can I try too?"

Ian looked at him, then at little Ian: "One at a time."

Gugu was pushed in front of Little Ian.

He stretched out his small green hand and tremblingly pressed it onto the little body.

Then----

His body stiffened, and his eyes widened.

"M- ...

'

"Yue!" After excitedly squealing, Gu Gu turned its head to one side and gagged.

Another creature awestruck by Cthulhu, how wonderful~

Ian: "Yeah, it's good that I saw it."

Gugu trembled with excitement: "Can I try magic too?"

"Give it a try."

Gugu closed its eyes, trying to sense things.

A few seconds later, a creaking sound came from the cafeteria.

The pile of rotten wood started moving on its own.

It wasn't the kind of "precise movement" controlled by Ian, but rather the kind of "random, haphazard movement" controlled by Gugu.

A beam flew up and almost hit a rabbit-man who was passing by.

The two pillars spun around in place, twisting themselves into a pretzel shape.

Three wooden planks floated in the air, swaying wildly as if they were drunk.

GuGu opened its eyes, looked at the mess it had made, and was dumbfounded: "I—I didn't mean to do this—"

Ian quickly severed the magic pathways.

"You control the magical pathways of the 'Mage's Hand' effect, but that doesn't mean you can control this spell well; it's a spell that requires continuous control."

Gugu lowered its head, looking guilty.

Nearby, the goblins who had been chased by the planks finally returned, panting heavily.

"Coo coo! What are you doing!"

"It almost killed me!"

Gugu scratched his head: "My bad, my bad! Next time—next time!"

Phoebe was laughing so hard she couldn't stand up straight.

"Hahaha! Goblin Wizard! The first ever Goblin Wizard! He almost killed his own teammate with his spell!"

Barbara silently turned to the page on "Healing Techniques," preparing herself.

But as Ian watched this scene, a different thought raced through his mind—

Although Gugu didn't control it well, he did "use" it.

A goblin.

A low-level adventurer can take down ten trash creatures.

He used the Mage's Hand through his own clone.

This means that goblins will play a very important role in the future, after all, they are numerous and reproduce very quickly, making them excellent cannon fodder.

After the cooing.

Phoebe was the first to rush forward.

But she hadn't had a chance to press her hand onto little Ian.

"??"

A small, fair hand had already silently pressed onto the dark blue gel.

Barbara.

It had already slipped away to the clone without much presence, and pressed it as soon as Gugu left.

But after Barbara pressed it, she remained very quiet, unlike the angry horn or the goblin who were excited.

However, her ears turned strangely red, and the color gradually spread to her face, leaving her face flushed.

Tears began to well up in her eyes.

Ian noticed Barbara's slightly dilated pupils and knew that she must have seen it.

But who knows how much lewd nonsense is actually inside Barbara's seemingly innocent mind?

Seeing those invisible tentacles that could trigger trypophobia actually got me excited.

"Let me do it!" Phoebe pressed little Ian through Barbara's fingers.

She withdrew her hand, looked down at her palm, and her voice trembled: "I can actually see the magic veins?"

"Me, a mage who only knows Flash?"

Ian: "You only know how to use Flashbang?"

"Yes, I can still wield the staff," Phoebe paused, "but now, I can see this!"

She spun around excitedly, asking, "Will I be able to use magic from now on? Real magic? Not the flash magic?"

"Flash spell is also real magic—" Ian thought for a moment, "Theoretically, you can use your clone to call any function I preset."

"Any features?"

"For example, spraying water, hardening, and ————"

"Can you conjure a fireball?"

Ian remained silent for a moment.

What a simple wish! To make a fireball? This must be the child's obsession, right?

"—Why don't you give it a try?"

Phoebe pressed Ian back down, closed her eyes, and tried to sense the veins.

Before her eyes appeared a fiery red vein—a magical vein that Ian had hastily woven, imbued with the power of fireballs.

Then she touched it with her consciousness.

Puff puff puff!

A series of fireballs emerged from her fingertips, shooting out like bullets.

They exploded one after another in the air.

Phoebe opened her eyes, stared at her fingers, and was stunned: "This is—a fireball?"

Ian: "—How can you unleash a barrage of fireballs?"

Phoebe laughed uncontrollably.

"Hahahaha! Goodbye Flash! I can cast Fireballs now!"

Ian smiled with satisfaction.

Great! These are all top-quality, fresh cattle and horses, full of enthusiasm for work.

that is----

What am I now?

Slime-brand portable WiFi hotspot?

Or is it a K-series magic network base station?