Fairy’s Box

"Master?" Behind Master Sigmar, a mage assistant stepped forward cautiously.

"Shh."

The super-mage made a silent gesture. Because of professional reasons, he did not see the sun for many years, and his face that seemed too pale was flushed. As if he was worried about disturbing a sleeping baby, he said in a low voice like a whisper:

"As far as I know, in this world, many creatures have the ability to fake death, which is usually divided into two situations. The hunter uses it to paralyze the prey, and the prey uses it to deceive the hunter."

"Uh..." The mage assistant looked blank, as if he couldn't keep up with his rhythm.

"Do you think it is a hunter or a prey?" Following Master Sigmar's words, within the dark pillar of fire, a ball-shaped blood plasma slowly moved over and hovered in front of the man.

Seeing that the plasma was in front of him, the mage felt inexplicably heart palpitations, swallowed a mouthful of saliva nervously, and then stammered:

"Hunter, hunter?"

"Then take a guess, it has become this form, how is it going to hunt?" While the super-mage spoke, he took a step back calmly, and his left hand slowly and firmly pressed his shoulder.

"Sigma... Big, Master?"

After the assistant felt the pressure on his left shoulder, his heart suddenly became cold, and he looked behind him for help, and he got the ice-like gaze of the super magician.

"Look at it carefully and don't blink."

"But..." The mage suddenly felt that his legs were so weak that he could barely stand, and while he was frightened, he quickly looked around, as if expecting someone to rescue him.

"Relax, watch it, don't be afraid, open your heart and obey my orders... keep your eyes open and stare, that's your mission right now."

Master Sigmar's eyes lit up with a scarlet color, and in the blue pupils, a few clear runes were fleeting. At the same time, the former Mage assistant's body twitched violently, and it seemed that he almost collapsed on the spot, but miraculously quickly stabilized his body.

At this time, the timid expression on his face had disappeared, leaving only a puppet-like numbness and sluggishness:

"As ordered."

The man's eyes locked on the blood plasma in the fire column, and stared straight ahead blankly. In his mind, observing this mass of blood plasma had become his life's mission.

"very good."

The super magician withdrew his right hand with satisfaction. During this process, the surrounding mages not only did not say a word, but also did not raise any objection to his approach, as if they had become accustomed to it.

Compared with the rest of the people, Sigmar himself has no burden in his heart. As one of the few super-magic teachers in Antrazu, he holds several research projects closely related to the fate of the empire, and there are countless disciples and students behind him. What an honorable position.

Even if Emperor Romulus came in person, he would have to politely call out to the master, where he could do everything himself, and let others do the dangerous things, he would not take risks with himself.

Although it sounds a bit cool, but retaining a useful body in the war is the greatest credit to the super magus.

"Grandmaster…"

The mind-controlled assistant suddenly got close to the blood plasma, and his rigid expression also fluctuated, and he muttered: "I found it, there is something inside..."

"What!?" Master Sigma raised his attention.

"It seems...is some irregular pattern...weird..."

"Graphics!? How can there be graphics in the plasma?" Another mage assistant couldn't hold back his curiosity, and hurried forward, seemingly intending to confirm the words of his colleagues in person.

Before he could step forward, a sudden, heavy mountain-like thought force instantly pushed him out, pressing it firmly on the other side of the wall, making him unable to move.

"Cough, big, master!?"

Before the man could figure out the situation, he was slapped on the wall by an invisible force like a fly, holding him in doubt. Press back.

"Be in awe of the unknown, and take my word for it."

The voice of the super-mage came coldly, and before he could respond, the assistant of the mage found that the pressure on his body lightened, and he threw himself to the ground with a thud.

"Tell me, what did you see?" Ignoring the dying disciple, Sigmar refocused on the hapless man ahead.

For some reason, the mind-controlled assistant had sweat dripping from his face, his breathing rate nearly doubled, and he answered with some difficulty:

"Irregular patterns...lots...lots of squirming lines...changes very fast...not clear..."

"Listen, I don't need these vague fragments." The super magician looked solemn, and his voice suddenly became more and more indeterminate, with irresistible magical power, and continued:

"I want you to see everything clearly at any cost!"

"Follow...follow orders!"

The man's dull facial features showed a hint of struggle, and he regained his calm in an instant, staring at the plasma in the fire column, and replied intermittently:

"Countless tangled lines... countless irregular pieces of meat... huge shadows... black sun... I see it! I see it!"

Speaking of this, his voice suddenly became high-pitched, the blue veins on his face were exposed, and the sweat drops under his jaw, earlobes, and forehead fell like raindrops.

"What did you see!" Master Sigma quickly asked.

The mage assistant whose mind was controlled widened his eyes, revealing bloodshot eyeballs, as if suffering some kind of torture, and said painfully:

"The sea! The sea!"

"You see the sea?"

"Many, many... Countless horrific creatures rising from the sea... swirling starlight... submerged continents... and... a sun of flesh..."

The painful **** grew louder and louder, then turned into a desperate roar, and finally a frantic laughter:

"I heard...a voice...a voice in my ear...hahaha! Who is it? Who is it?"

In the face of such a strange performance of his colleagues, the mages in the entire temporary research institute could no longer deliberately remain calm, and there was an uproar in an instant, and the chattering discussions began:

"What secrets are hidden in those blood?"

"Curse! It must be some kind of curse! I must check it out!"

"Idiot, didn't you hear what Master Sigmar said, don't read it!"

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"Yes, I see... you are my master...great..."

The grower's voice gradually fell, and Master Sigmar could clearly see that on his sweat-soaked body surface, large dark green scales began to drill out. At the same time, a terrifying force that shocked the super magician Yazhi began to take root and spread in the opponent's body.

"So that's it... Compared to the definition of a curse, a more accurate description would be a plague."

Sigma squinted his eyes slightly, and a cluster of flames emerged from his fingertips, floating towards the rapidly alienating mage in front of him, igniting it.

But in the breath, the humanoid monster faded away in the raging flames, leaving nothing behind.

However, the super-mage's expression did not return to calm, but instead became more solemn, because... just in his ear, there was a strange voice, whispering in an obscure foreign language...