Mage? Spell Engineer!.

Chapter 92 The Poor Imitator

Rorschach condensed the blue flame, no longer in the form of "projectiles", but changed to "rays".

And it is a ray compressed to a very small diameter, which can directly cut off trees within the visual distance. It is a dual effect of kinetic energy and thermal energy. The main reason is that the specific location of the incoming target cannot be locked, otherwise it is faster, more mana-saving and more concentrated in power to penetrate key locations such as the head.

Of course, now this at least avoids the burning of the caster in the form of a fireball.

If the temperature rise and accumulation stage can be further shortened, the temperature can be increased.
  Shoot him, Sharpshooter!

Sorry, I went to the wrong set. The name of this move is really unlucky. Rorschach interrupted his thoughts and went to observe the cut monster like everyone else.

Even though the monster was split into two, it was still twitching and still alive. Old Man Copper summoned vines to tightly wrap around its various parts. Grandmaster Humboldt felt a little guilty for being absent-minded at that moment, and continued to guard everyone without saying a word.

Thanks to Mr. Rorschach's neat work and neat cuts, it was easy for everyone to piece together the appearance of the monster. It is undoubtedly ugly and uncoordinated. Its skin is gray-green and rough, covered with twisted scars that are almost stacked into leather armor.

No normal facial features can be seen on the shrunken head, only the growths protruding from both sides, two holes in the front, and a crack extending to the back of the head, which should be the mouth.

The monster's torso is about the same size as a human being, and is shriveled with no visible skeletal structure, like a dehydrated plant tuber. Its limbs are disproportionately long, like overstretched ape arms. If it were standing as it was in life, one forearm alone would be taller than everyone present.

Because the lengths of the forelimbs and hind limbs are almost the same, the two monsters Rorschach and others saw moved with their trunks parallel to the ground, like animals with undifferentiated limbs.

But the well-developed ends of the forelimbs, the short neck and the eyes distributed in front rather than on the sides (if those are really eyes!) are the characteristics of intelligent creatures that walk upright.

"What kind of disgusting thing is this?" Cavendish was also frightened, and he kicked the wreckage.

"Be careful, there may be toxins or tiny parasitic organisms that can breed." Peterson's kind reminder frightened the rookie in the Tower of Stars for the second time.

In fact, Peterson roughly judged that there was no threat mentioned above, because now there was only the smell of burning, no rotten or fishy smell, or even other smells, which could preliminarily indicate that the monster was not the source of the rot epidemic.

"Is an dissection required?" Rorschach noticed that his burning ray left only a charred layer on the cut surface, making it difficult to see the internal structures clearly.

"Okay, but don't make direct contact yet."

Rorschach activates [Decomposition Technique] on the monster, and with his proficiency, he should be able to handle it at this time.
  However, his [Decomposition Technique] could only break open the monster's skin and expose the structure inside. This means that the body inside still has life force or magic power.

"It's not completely dead yet." Rorschach concluded by testing the limitations of his own spells.

Peterson had put on gloves and a beak mask, and the apprentice handed him a silver cutting knife.

If it weren't for your talent at Forest Tower, your painting style would be quite diverse. Rorschach wouldn't even want to complain.

Peterson's scalpel cuts deep, leaving nothing in the way. The muscle-like structures were entangled one after another, and now they were cut off to reveal structures in circles.

In his previous life, Rorschach had only studied biology at the high school level but had not received any extra points, so he could see that the structure of the cross-section belonged to plants.

When Peterson retracted the knife, the back of the knife picked out white mucus strands. Once they left the monster's body, the strands immediately dried and turned gray.

"Its nerves?" Peterson was stunned.

Master Cobb took advantage of the fact that he was a clone and went straight to his hands and rubbed the ashes: "Yes or no, take it out alone and see that it is mycelium." Cavendish was also very interested in these, but he still remembered Peterson The reminder did not have the temerity to observe closely. "So it's a plant? What wood essence?"

"The wood spirit is not that ugly or that crude." Peterson took off the bird's beak mask: "That kind of elegant and beautiful creature disappeared after the War of Gods. If you want to find it, maybe you can see it in the Kingdom of Sylvanos. Or maybe he and his kingdom will be gone too.”

"Maybe we'll have a chance to see it at the end of this journey, the core area of ​​the Black Forest, hehe." Old Mage Kobo split a piece of monster tissue with his knife, opened his torso and accommodated it: "This kind of monster is simply... A bunch of plants put together to imitate a bunch of animals.”

"Poor imitator."

"Everyone, now is not the time to stay." Master Humboldt reminded everyone not to stay in dangerous places for too long. He took back the guardianship area and still took the lead.

Cavendish stared at his treasured alchemy map: "We are about to arrive at the settlement. Are there settlements so far into the forest? Oh, they belong to elves. And there are elves' settlements? Oh, they have been destroyed."

"Are you in good condition?" Rorschach always felt that Cavendish's mental state was not very good after coming off the platform, so he handed the apprentice a brown candy with [Mage's Hand].

"Oh, thank you Master Rorschach." Cavendish put the candy into his mouth without holding it, and started chewing.

After walking for who knows how long, the team took another long break, with Archmage Kuber as its guardian. There was no fire for cooking this time, and they ate emergency rations of fried flour and milk, which was particularly depressing in the dark environment.

Rorschach looked at his watch and closed it again. It was always dark. He didn't know how many times he had received the blessing of [Dark Vision], and now this spell appeared on the panel.

The principle is actually very simple. Concentrate the magic power on the eyes, and then add the "Feedback Perception" entry to strengthen the photosensitivity, so that imaging can be achieved even in extremely limited light conditions.

But Rorschach will only continue to trouble Peterson, and learn skills secretly with careful experience, and will never make fun of his own eyes before he has lost his proficiency - concentrate the magic power on the eyeballs, and accidentally awakening the Sharingan is a trivial matter. It would be fun if you were blinded. I wonder if the natural recovery magic can cure it.
  "Further forward is the former elf settlement." Cavendish Report reported.

"Pause."

Master, have you ever noticed that every time you say stop, nothing good comes of it? However, this cannot be attributed to Archmage Humboldt himself. It is precisely because he is cautious enough that he has the opportunity to be prepared every time there is a situation. But Rorschach could feel that the master was obviously more cautious after losing his senses.

"Cuckoo~Cuckoo~" Without any sense, Humboldt could only pick up the basic skills he had learned as an apprentice, and used onomatopoeia to attract a forest owl. After a brief exchange, he gently caressed the bird and pinched its 350-degree movable neck. .

The owl stretched its neck to enjoy it for a while, then flapped its wings and took off, flying towards the ruins of the village ahead. At this time, Humboldt closed his eyes. At this time, he shared the vision and hearing of a "night owl".

Among the ruins covered with vines and green moss, new trees sprouted from the ground and broke through the terracotta tiles on the roof.

One monster after another wandered aimlessly among the ruins of the village, some humming vague songs, and some repeatedly screaming, crying and roaring.
  The monster closest to the visitor turned around, tilted its head, and looked at the owl with its empty eyes.

Its mouth began to deform, and the upper part of the slit became sharp. It flapped its long forelimbs, as if imitating the flapping wings of a bird, and hit the ground.

"Cuckoo."

"Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo."

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