My Fusion System: Fusing a Thousand Chickens at the Start Chapter 144
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Chapter 144: Watson’s Trump card
“You guys decide—do you want to be my enemy or stop temporarily?” Envy stared at her silent companions and asked with a serious expression.
“I’m terrified of you. Forget about being your enemy! You’re right. Blackmoon Castle is indeed a force worthy of respect. I give up.” The young girl, Lust, raised her hands first.
“What about you guys?” Envy turned her head.
“I don’t plan to do anything either,” Sloth said.
Finally, it was Greed and Wrath. They looked at each other and sighed at the same time. Then, Greed said, “You want me to use Money Enhancement to speed up the recovery of those wounded, right? I can do that, but I don’t have much money on me. Can I get Blackmoon Castle to give me some gold coins in advance?”
Greed wanted to refute what Envy said, but she knew that she was right. When she was in the Demoness Bandit Gang, she did not think about how to revive the Demoness Church but how to become stronger. Perhaps the only people who really wanted to revive the Demoness Church were their leader, Pride, and the former Queen’s maid, Envy.
With that thought in mind, Greed looked at the busy maids and the knights on the ground as they tried to heal their injuries.
She thought that those people were foolish. They risked their lives for others. They were already a silver-tier elite, and as long as they lived, they would have a bright future. Yet, they chose to risk their lives. If that were not stupidity, then what was that?
At the same time, those people dazzled in her eyes. She had lived for herself all her life, and she had been greedy for everything. That was the retribution for her greed. However, she had limited ability, and she could only hold so much in her hands. If someone could give her everything, then she would be satisfied.
She did not know why every injured Blackmoon Knight had a satisfied look on their face; there was no regret at all.
..
Outside Blackmoon Castle.
Watson hovered in the sky; he panted heavily, and his clothes were wet with sweat. His head was in excruciating pain, and his every nerve trembled. He had used up all of his magic in that ten minutes of battle with the astrologer.
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He did not remember how many times he had cast spells. He only knew that the battle was not over yet.
In the distance, the Primordial Demoness projection was fighting the rock giant. Every time the eyeball on the Primordial Demoness’ body moved, any mage from the Mage Guild who could not dodge in time would be petrified. However, the chaotic eyeball on the projection moved very slowly. It only moved once every few minutes, and the Primordial Demoness projection became illusory.
That was proof that the projection was about to disappear.
The Primordial Demoness’ ability was mainly petrification, which was ineffective against the rock giant that was made of rock. The rock giant’s drill-shaped arms spun rapidly as they drilled holes on the Primordial Demoness’ body, which accelerated her dissolution.
The Golden Flash and Emperor Cluck were also near Watson. They were so tired that they bowed on the ground, especially the Golden Flash. The magic that they had used against the astrologer was mainly released by the Golden Flash. Even though it had become a platinum dragon king, it had exhausted all of its strength in such an intense battle; it had become weak.
Most of the Blackmoon Knights were injured. However, some were severely wounded, and some were not. Under the efforts of the maids in the castle, no one had died yet.
Watson felt a little desperate at that point. Would the Blackmoon Castle get destroyed that day?
If he gave up, he was confident that he could leave with his family and a small number of knights. However, he would have to leave the remaining people there. If he wanted to survive, he would have to give up the lives of his subordinates. Was that really a good idea?
Watson already had the answer in his heart. Therefore, when he saw the astrologer’s large magical words in the sky, he immediately responded.
If he wanted a fight, then Watson would fight him. They could either live or die together. Furthermore, he still had a useless trump card.
As he thought about that, Watson placed his hand on his lower abdomen. The magical elements in his body had been exhausted, but the magical source of the chaotic elements had increased. It was not meaningless to choose to fight with the astrologer as long as it did not exceed the capacity limit. The magical source of the chaotic elements could absorb any spell.
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The magical source of the chaotic elements had already stored the power of a platinum-tier champion. Since it had absorbed the aftermath of that platinum-tier spell, that power had increased by ten times. Watson was confident that that power was enough to destroy the Mage Guild’s alliance.
The magical source that had reached the platinum-tier could absorb a complete platinum-tier spell, and it would not exceed the limit. When the astrologer had released platinum-tier spells, Watson had not absorbed them directly because he wanted to give the opponent an illusion. It was a false impression that it was difficult for him to resist a platinum-tier spell.
If he absorbed the spell directly, his opponent might become cautious and not release any more spells. For that, he could only let the Blackmoon Knights make a small sacrifice and share a part of the pressure. The situation of the battle was all within his plan.
“Let’s continue. Before the outcome of the battle is determined, try to absorb as much energy as possible to ensure that the balance of victory is tilted to my direction.”
He felt that the energy of ten platinum-tier elites was still not enough; he needed to absorb at least 20 of them before it was safe. Watson watched as the Primordial Demoness projection in the distance gradually dissipated. The Mage Guild had begun to move toward the Blackmoon Castle; Watson calculated their distance.
Three kilometers.
One kilometer.
Five hundred meters; they were very close.
In the direction of the Mage Guild.
Audrey and Ron walked to the front. At that moment, Ron had already deactivated his ice field wolf form. As he looked at Blackmoon Castle that was in front of him, as well as Watson, who hovered in mid-air with a face that was even more exquisite than a woman, he muttered to himself, “I can’t believe that Blackmoon Castle’s mysterious platinum-tier elite is a child. Or is he an adult, but his body is relatively short? I’ve heard of a type of demihuman called a dwarf; they are born shorter than a normal person.”
Ron felt that his state of mind had collapsed. As a gold-tier warrior, he had been able to command the world in Monte Town. He did not expect to die in Blackmoon Castle. There were dozens of silver-tier warriors in Blackmoon Castle and even some platinum-tier elites. If it were not for the astrologer’s arrival, they would have died if they were the only ones attacking Blackmoon Castle that day.
He had not received any news of such a powerful force appearing at the border.
“Is it important who the other party is?” Audrey replied nonchalantly; her gaze was locked onto Watson’s face. That woman-like face was extremely familiar to her.
There was no mistaking it; it was the Great Sin Mask, and it was quite a complete mask.
Audrey shouted in her heart. When the Demoness Church was still around, she was one of its believers, so she had seen a complete Great Sin Mask. The mask on the young man’s face was almost the same as what she remembered. She did not expect someone from Blackmoon Castle had not only obtained the Great Sin Mask, but they had also restored it. That was something that she had wanted to do for more than ten years but had never been able to do so.
What a pleasant surprise!
Even though she was delighted, Audrey did not show it on her face. “Ron, there’s no need to talk nonsense. I’ll give you a mission. Later, no matter the status at Blackmoon Castle, our primary goal is to capture that youth in the sky. If you can’t capture him alive, then you can bring me his head. The reward for the mission is 1,000 gold coins.”
She had wanted to get someone to sneak into Blackmoon Castle to capture their master. However, she could not see anything else once she saw the Great Sin Mask.
“That person is a platinum-tier elite. Do you want to send me to my death?” Ron was a little displeased.
“Don’t worry. He had fought the astrologer for so long, so his strength is almost exhausted. Can’t you see that he’s panting like an ox? Furthermore, we’re so close to him, yet he hasn’t released any more magic.”
Audrey observed Watson carefully and waved her hand casually. “Ron, if you’re still worried, I can get my subordinates to attack first! Leonard, you’re a silver-tier mage. You’ll be the one to test the opponent’s strength.”
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