Reincarnation Band Magician

Although dragons are cool, female monsters are really rare... In the end, I decided to set them all to colorful.

The half-human, half-scorpion creature is already extremely dangerous, and the modified form is an even more enhanced version, a beast among beasts.

Not only was there an even more erratic curse, but his body was also filled with mutated monster beetles, one of which would occasionally fly out and poison anyone who came into contact with it. His hands were cursed with boils, and the bandages on his legs were infested with monster locusts that would hatch upon contact with the skin...

Qing, who has always had a flexible playing style, covered his entire body with crystals for the first time.

Is this kind of thing really a "friendly" greeting?

Until finally, after chopping off the monster's head with great difficulty, Fulilian picked up the mask and looked at it.

"It seems that if we hit this wrong, the monster will fall into a deep sleep, which means there's no need to kill it. Also, this kind of monster seems to be very afraid of flashes. We're not hitting it right."

"...Monsters must be killed at all times. There's no reason not to."

"Indeed, this is a very valuable magical craft, but I'm not proficient in it. Perhaps there will be some theoretical records in today's harvest... Let's go."

So they walked out from between the thrones and stood on the top of the tower.

With this, the adventure in this desert can turn the page.

……

PS: I rewatched Ghost Blows Out the Light, it’s really good.

My right ear feels a bit blocked, so I decided not to stay up late and go see a doctor tomorrow.

Golden Journey: 199, Central Forest

It has been a month since the adventure in the Sand Sea Maze ended.

The harvest has just been counted and sorted.

The black and gold wolf-shaped mask was previously called the Jackal because it bears some resemblance to Anubis from another world.

There are indeed similar creatures in the desert, and they are now called that. The ears of the mask are shorter and rounder, closer to the shape of an animal.

The mask was a technology used to transform monsters, but Freellian wasn't interested in it and threw it aside.

Qing and Xiangzi are also not interested in that kind of technology. They trust swords and staffs more than fiddling with other things.

Then there is a golden magic book guarded by a sphinx-headed golem. It is written in the language of the desert tribes. Some of it is still in use, while some has been lost.

In magic, a mistranslation of a sentence can lead to a huge deviation in the result - this is something Aite has a deep understanding of. Fulilian said that it would probably take about ten years to live in the oasis, find locals, and excavate the ruins for research to assist in the translation.

Put it aside for now.

Considering the previous owner of the ruins had a bad taste in even faking treasures, it is very likely that this thing records some magic of life.

A magic book inlaid with gold and jewels, guarded by a powerful golem, contains spells that can automatically remove foot skin or pull out gray hair...

It's entirely possible.

Then there was a ruby, natural, large, nothing special - but that was it.

For magicians, that's it. Except for wands and some potions that require gem powder, it is basically not used.

However, this transparent ruby ​​as big as a girl's fist is probably enough for an ordinary person to live for several lifetimes. In another world, it is so exaggerated that if you walk on the street with it, it will be mistaken for glass.

Put it away for now.

In the end, the only thing that can be used is the magic book floating in front of the last door, which records the magic mechanisms that the builders of the Sand Sea Maze are proud of, the technology for transforming monsters, and the analysis of the magic of different monsters.

When building the maze, the man collected many monsters, and after careful selection, he chose the half-human, half-scorpion one.

Fulilian only read the last part and felt that the curse of turning into yellow sand was too limited. There were many more suitable curses. In the maze environment, slowness, weakness, sleep... The monsters that mastered these curses would be more threatening.

In the end, I felt that I had shown mercy.

But Qing doesn't think so. For the builder, the maze is also a kind of private territory, just like a home or a tomb.

An ugly monster and a brown-skinned monster girl of a different race, this doesn't seem to be a difficult choice.

Of course, this cannot be said to Fulilian in front of Miss Xiangzi.

There were a bunch of things similar to masks and golden magic books in Fulilian's box, which were called junk in the Qing Dynasty.

sorry.

No matter what, these exotic trophies are worth collecting and commemorating.

Afterwards, the novelty wore off, and they arrived at an environment completely different from the desert—a sea of ​​trees stretching from east to west across the northern countries.

……

The route was from south to north, overlapping with the eastern desert. After saying goodbye to friends in the oasis, we headed north for half a month and arrived at an endless sea of ​​trees.

The edge of the sand sea is the sea of ​​trees, without any transition zone. The contrast between golden and dark green is very strong and impactful, as if it has been declared that you can only go this far and not beyond.

I have been deep in the forest for half a month.

As I walk this far, I have a different feeling.

When I was in the desert, I felt that the various small animals that appeared were full of vitality. However, in this vibrant place, after half a month, I felt the initial sense of desolation in the desert.

When something becomes prevalent, it's inevitable that people will get bored.

The overlapping treetops blocked the sky, and the low shrubs and vines that were everywhere made walking very difficult.

Not to mention mosquitoes, there are snails, leeches, a pool of small flies, and insect eggs on the back of the leaves... If you raise your hand to push aside the vines, there may be one, several, or even all snakes hiding.

Most of the time, there are piles of fallen leaves under your feet. Occasionally, when you step into a gap, you can sink up to one-third of your calf. The lower layer is damp and rotten, and various creatures are also hidden inside.

More stringent protective measures than those in the desert are needed. Even Mahat quietly put on a hood, a mask and goggles made of magic by Qing.

These trivial things are the most exhausting. After walking for a while, people will feel upset.

"I can't stand it."

Fulilian swatted the caterpillar that had fallen onto her hood. Her voice muffled through the mask as she raised her wand. "Just blast a path through these damn trees."

Qing originally thought that Xiangzi would be the first to say this, but he didn't expect it to be Fulilian, who had the most travel experience.

Qing began to wonder if he had spoiled her too much during this period of time.

He quickly grabbed her.

"Calm down. The noise is so loud that it's attracting monsters. They'll move even slower."

"Well……"

He puffed up his cheeks, but finally let it go, obviously just acting on impulse.

Xiangzi looked at her and asked, "Doesn't Fulilian like this kind of place?"

"Of course, in the past, when there were too many vines and leaves in the forest surrounding our (elven) village, everyone would clear them away. If it became difficult to clear them, they would set them on fire. So, it's because no one cleans them regularly..."

So what kind of elf village would set fire to the forest?

With dinner and pudding, this elf who doesn't care about the forest is appeased.

……

In fact, there are people living in this dense forest that almost separates the northern countries from the east and west. Similarly, there are also many monsters and demons, but at least the situation is much better than the border.

There are probably also mazes dug by various idle people, and the more remote the place, the more they like it.

Since you have walked so hard, of course you should hide your things well to make it even harder for others to find them.

Although the novelty of the last maze had worn off, it was still worth revisiting, and they had no intention of making another trip anytime soon.

Traveling is boring, but sometimes there are changes -

"I didn't expect to end up in the swamp. Thank you so much for your help. Do you want to know the story of the forest? I live in the village over there, and there are many similar stories.

"It's said that in the deep mountains and old forests, there are demons that imitate humans' language and behavior, luring them into remote places and sucking their blood and eating their flesh..."

A plump and beautiful woman walked in front to lead the way for Qing and his group. Her language and accent were somewhat different from today's. She claimed that the settlement she lived in had moved to the mountains a hundred years ago and had little communication with the outside world.

Her lower garment was covered in mud, which she simply washed in the clear water beside the swamp. This not only did not detract from her beauty, but also added a sense of worldly desolation, and fitted her skin better. Her waist and hips swayed as she walked, like jelly pudding.

Qing just asked her about the rumors in the deep forest, which sounded like some horror stories.

"So young people like these—"

Xiangzi adjusted his mask and tried to hold back his laughter.

"But be careful not to just follow people you meet in strange places."

The woman is sincere and affectionate.

Qing nodded, "We are not that stupid."

Golden Journey: 200, Abandoned Village

If you say no, then it means no.

We arrived at a village surrounded by somewhat dilapidated fences and low walls.

The woman shook her head and raised her neck like a snake. It turned out that her bulging chest was the folded cervical vertebrae. She covered her mouth with a handkerchief and spitted out a snake's tongue while she was talking and laughing all the way.

What an interesting structure.

The alien demons cheered loudly: "Welcome, my dear food--"

She turned around, and the neck that supported her head turned to ashes.

"call out!"

Only then did the sound of magic tearing the air finally arrive.

Feeling multiple magical signals with murderous intent around her, Fulilian could no longer bear it.

There is no reason not to kill.

The demons occupied this village a long time ago. As the houses have decayed, it doesn't look like a place where living people live, which is a bit scary.

The whereabouts of the people who lived here are unknown, but they should not have been eaten, because the surrounding villages are so intact and there is no sign of resistance.

Qing looked around but did not let his guard down. He held the crystal sword in his hand to protect the two magicians.

Mahat was still immersed in rare frustration, as he had never felt the gap in "talent" before.

It was because that "woman" acted better than him on the way back.

In fact, this had happened before. Qing said that Aura was the most humane demon he had ever seen, and Mahat thought the same.

It's just that her thoughts outside of magic are so stupid that it's laughable, and the gap in intelligence makes people ignore those talents.

By the time the Great Demon had adjusted his mood, Xiangzi and Fulilian were almost done.

"Please let me go, I have a child!"

"call out."

"I am a human being, and they forced me to do this!"

"call out."

"Mother……"

"Your mother is dead."

"call out."

Each one of them is sincere and can easily move the sanctimonious characters in any work, making them say, "They are so pitiful, let's forgive them."

But there is nothing of the kind here.

Fences, roofs, flower bushes, cupboards, closets, wooden boxes, cellars, wherever they are found, they will be killed there, killing magic, killing magic and more killing magic.

When they reached the last room, Miss Toyokawa relaxed a little, pushed the door open, and pointed her wand inside, ready to search.

"Xiang, bow your head."

In the narrow space at the door, a small demon was hanging on the roof. He had bat-like claws and swooped down.

After giving a warning, Fulilian swung her staff.

"Boom!"

The little thing flew out, hit the wall and slid down, briefly painting the simple wall.

The elf breathed a sigh of relief, his depressed mood finally being fully released.