Goblin Heavy Dependence

Chapter 133 Death Cloud Technique

"It's gravity magic!"

It seemed as if every inch of his skin was covered with pieces of pressed refined iron ingots, and the sound of bones and flesh being pulled and collided could be heard from all over his body.

The terrible experience, which seemed familiar but was countless times more unbearable, reminded Cornell of his roommate who specialized in gravity magic when he was studying in Huancai City.

At that time, he had to endure the gravity spell cast by the opponent and knocked the opponent's head with the standard magic wand issued by the academy, so that he won a bed away from the toilet.

Now, many years have passed, and he is a 9th-level wizard who is one step away from the boundary of "supernormal" and specializes in the "School of Spells".

In this remote corner far away from human habitation and located on the edge of the kingdom, there is a dark cave that may never have been set foot by any intelligent creature.

He once again experienced the pressure from "gravity".

"crunch..."

The crisp sound of bones and teeth rubbing against each other came from beside me.

I glanced at him subconsciously out of the corner of my eye.

Then he was stunned.

At some point, the orcs were also affected by the silver-white device in the center of the distant cave and were given several times the gravity.

It was actually on all fours, half-lying on the ground, as if it had really become a wild beast in the wilderness.

"No, that's not right!"

The orc's distorted expression due to overexertion flashed through his mind, as did his bulging veins, bulging muscles in his arms and thighs, and his five fingers deeply sunk into the mud...

Even if the opponent's body weight and muscle density are several times higher than yours.

But at the same time, as a "barbarian" who fights with anger and flesh, the orc should have greater endurance and strength.

If even the opponent is suppressed like this, there is no reason for me to be able to stand still, or even have the time to observe the surroundings.

He had already been crushed to the ground, unable to even lift his head.

"Could it be that……"

Cornell's rational thinking, developed from his many years as a wizard, allowed him to remain calm even when faced with such a sudden and strange scene, and he analyzed the situation on the field almost instinctively.

He forced himself to turn his gaze and look towards the other side of the team.

Facing dangerous enemies, as a spellcaster protected behind everyone, he can clearly see the status of several other members of the team.

The human warriors wearing heavy armor and holding reddish-brown swords still stood at the front of the team.

Silent and motionless, seemingly no different from before.

Only the iron boots on his feet that were deeply sunk into the mud and the metal sheets that were compressed and deformed at the thin edges of his armor showed the extreme pressure he was under.

Even worse than orcs.

The tall blonde elf also lost her former elegance and freedom, turning from a bird in the forest into a fish in the mud.

His body was bent, and his right arm was trembling as he supported himself on the stone wall beside him. His five fingers, which were once white and spotless, were now splashed with a thick, foul-smelling, green moss-like liquid.

Much better than the orc Volgar, but not as good as him.

After a quick scan, I found that among the entire team, I was the one with the weakest physical strength and was the least affected!
The silver-white iron ball rotating in the air hanging high above the altar in the distance was reflected in her crystal eyes.

Cornell thought to himself:
"Could it be that this special equipment that can cast large-scale gravity magic also has the ability to distinguish between friend and foe and adjust the degree of spellcasting based on the actual situation of the target?"

The black-robed goblin, who was also standing quietly on the altar, only a few feet away from the silver-white iron ball, seemed not to be affected at all. The corners of his clothes swayed lightly with the energy fluctuations, as if to prove his thoughts.

But the next second, as his mental power extended outward, two streams of azure light flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Cornell's face suddenly revealed an "incredible" expression that had not been seen for many years since he graduated from the academy and became a senior professional.

"How can it be!?"

"No... no magic particles!?"

From a "mage apprentice" who couldn't even recite spells smoothly, to a legendary "archmage" at the top of the school with his own mage tower and even a floating city.

Almost all mages on the continent of Efala have a fixed spellcasting process.

Through meditation, one can exercise mental strength, memorize spell models, connect to the magic network, and transform the chaotic and violent raw magic in the air into docile magic that can be used by the caster, and then inject it into the spell model to complete the spell.

Some of them also require special materials, or specific gestures and spells.

To put it simply, it is "building a framework", "locating nodes" and "releasing energy".

Throughout this entire process, the specific details may vary due to the caster's own talent, experience, ability, or relationship with the goddess of magic.

But in essence, they all involve the guidance and calling of "magic particles".

This is true even for the most basic tricks such as "Light Magic" and "Fire Arrow".

But now, the suppression of four high-level professionals was completed in an instant, and the "magic equipment" in front of them, which was obviously of extremely high quality, did not show any signs of attracting magic power.

It was like some kind of gravity magic illusion was cast on everyone.

Do not!
Even spells like enchantment cannot escape the control of magic power.

For some reason, the absurd illusion that had just flashed through his mind reappeared in Cornell's mind.

The silver-white metal ball in front of me, swirling with stone dust and blood, is definitely not a creature from the material world.

It doesn't even have anything to do with the several outer planes that he is familiar with.

That was from a strange realm beyond the reach of even the gods:
——Outside the Crystal Wall System!

The ancient secrets that I had read in the deepest part of the college library when I was young suddenly came to my mind: the tragic war between gods, the sudden disappearance and reappearance of the goblin god, the goblins whose physiological structure and racial nature had undergone drastic changes, and the terrifying rumors from the edge of the continent...

Thoughts seem complex and confusing, and thoughts circle around and around.

But in fact, the time that passes in the real world is just a fleeting moment.

In his peaceful daily life outside of previous adventures, he might have had the leisure to carefully study the operation of the device itself, observe the details of the fusion of runes and metals, and even the craftsmanship aesthetics of the shape of the iron ball itself.

But at this moment, Cornell had only one thought in his mind.

"Ruined it!"

"quick!!!"

He almost shouted loudly, trying to straighten his body which was bent by gravity.

At the same time, as if he wanted to break the staff in his hand, he grasped the staff with his right hand, raised it, and suddenly dropped it.

"boom!"

Accompanied by the sharp sound of the end of the stick hitting the ground.

Magic shock!

The spell model that had been prepared during meditation last night suddenly started to work, and the precious magic power after the magic net was purified was poured into it like crazy as if it was free of charge.

The mind is condensed as if it were a physical entity, and the attention is highly focused.

Lock on the target,

freed!

hum-

A ball of thick yellow-green gas suddenly rushed out from the top of the staff, surging and rolling, expanding into shape, and turning into a huge sphere with a radius of twenty feet like a cloud.

The surging mist struggled and bit like a living thing, but driven by the caster's mental power, it maintained its basic cloud form and flew towards the altar at a speed that seemed slow but was actually very fast.

5 rings,
Spells,
——【Death Cloud Technique】!
"Zi la..."

It was like the smell of rotten eggs mixed with the pungent stench of sulfur. The yellow-green turbid miasma was reflected by the stone walls on both sides, casting a charred shadow filled with the breath of death on the ground.

If ordinary people were to get close to the nearly liquid poisonous vapor, the deadly and highly corrosive toxin would penetrate their skin and eat away at their flesh and bones, reaping lives like the Grim Reaper's scythe.

The huge range of influence means that it cannot be precisely positioned, but as long as the direction is roughly locked, it can move forward steadily;
The special miasma of the abyss swamp not only allows it to corrode solid equipment, but also cause fatal damage to living things;
Its liquid, cloud-like form makes it difficult to block.

At this moment, under the heavy pressure of gravity, it is difficult to concentrate the mental power for a long time, and it is necessary to restrain the enemy while destroying the gravity device behind the opponent.

It was the most suitable spell Cornell could think of in his spellbook.

"Ding!"

A green light containing a strong breath of life suddenly flashed in the corner of his eye, and a hot yet gentle breeze blew across his cheek, lifting his indigo ramie robe.

The long golden hair fluttered violently behind her, and the previous ease and comfort on the elf's face was no longer there.

Instead, there is the solemnity of ancient trees and thorns intertwined in the depths of the dense forest.

Gusts of light breeze swept over my body, and the invisible pressure covering every inch of my skin seemed to disappear at this moment.

They are all experienced adventurers with strength close to the extraordinary. They have brushed shoulders with death more times than they can count on two hands, and have completed countless dangerous missions.

However, given the current difficulties, it is impossible for them to surrender.

In fact, when Cornell roared and pointed out the target to everyone, the staff in his hand had not yet fallen.

His teammates have already used their abilities to force themselves to regain the ability to move under the pressure of gravity.

"Roar!!!"

Carrying a wild and manic atmosphere, invisible sound waves swept through the nest.

The swollen and squirming muscles seemed to be trying to break free from the green skin covering them, and glaring blood oozed from the pores.

The half-orc Volga roared wildly, as if some invisible energy rose up from the rage in his heart, enveloping his body, and slowly stood up from the posture of crawling on all fours.

At the front of the team, the silent human warrior suddenly took a step forward.

The iron boots were still deeply sunk in the mud, but the head, which had been lowered due to the pressure of gravity, had been raised.

The cold eyes in the hollow of the streamlined helmet stared at the black-robed goblin in the distance.

In just a few breaths, he had adapted to the doubled gravity around him by relying on pure physical strength.

The battle is about to break out.

And it was not until this time that the skinny, hunchbacked goblin in a black robe finally ended its pious hymn to the "holy object" bestowed by the Lord God.

The cloudy eyes under the shadow of the hood stared at the figures under the altar in front.

"The blasphemer."

"Give...death."

The arms like dead branches slowly opened upwards, as if embracing some invisible existence in the air.

Boom——

It was like pressing the mute button again. The originally extremely quiet nest was suddenly filled with some huge and noisy roar.

It was a huge torrent formed by the sharp howls of countless goblins.

The green-skinned goblins who were trapped in the stone walls of their nest and in countless caves like a honeycomb, poured out like a tide.

The excitement and madness in the air almost solidified into a entity.

A pus-green light gradually took shape in the black-robed goblin's palms. His lips moved, and a strange and obscure language echoed off the stone walls.

With a light clench of his dry fingers, the green light turned into illusory raindrops, falling into the tide formed by the goblins.

"Crench."

Suddenly, there was a sound in the air that made one's teeth ache.

That was the sound of rapidly expanding muscles and bones rubbing against each other violently.

The jagged trunk expanded and filled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, at the cost of lifespan, and the power hidden deep in the blood was excavated and stimulated.

Growth, expansion...

The goblin, who was originally only as tall as an ordinary person's thigh, was hit by the pus-green light spot. In just a few seconds, his muscles and bones expanded and he was pulled up to the level of an adult's chest.

The surface of the skin was covered with a disgusting green glow.

At the same time, the 5th-ring "Death Cloud" spell cast by Cornell when the battle just began, which was filled with magic particles, also floated to the front of the black-robed goblin with corrosion and whistling sounds.

He did not dodge, nor did he make any defensive moves.

The black-robed goblin still stood still on the altar, motionless.

And just when the poisonous steam of "Death Cloud Technique" was about to engulf it.

The silvery-white, round gravitational device above its head suddenly accelerated its rotation, and invisible energy waves surged.

It was like a miniature black hole, and the poisonous gas that was bonded and guided by magic power seemed to have encountered some kind of natural enemy.

It is quickly absorbed and gradually fades away.

The torn clouds emitted a faint phosphorescence as the mist wisps collided, and a dark green halo of collapse and dissolution flickered inside.

In the blink of an eye, this five-ring spell, which condensed a large amount of magic power and was cast by a 9th-level wizard, was about to be completely dissipated under the invasion of the gravitational fluctuations of the iron ball, and turned into a ring of stardust orbiting the sphere.

After casting the spell just now, Cornell no longer paid attention to the situation on the field, but instead concentrated on chanting the spell, and finally completed his pre-spell preparations.

Suddenly concentrate!

The yellow-green clouds that were about to dissipate in the distance suddenly condensed under the influence of the caster's mental power, and a vague pattern was faintly formed between the clouds.

At the same moment, the totem-like patterns on the breastplate of the orc Volga beside him also burst into silver light.

5th ring, conjuration system, [Improved version of Teleportation Array - Type VI].

hum-

Silver light flashes.

An orc covered in blood, filled with rage, and with muscles swollen to the extreme.

Was teleported into the green cloud in front of the black-robed goblin.

Through the magic cast by the enemy before, it has been confirmed that this bear goblin, who is wearing a black robe and is much thinner than his peers, should be a priest worshipping their main god "Magrubiye".

It is likely to fall into the "war field".

Without a doubt, a ranged spellcaster.

In this situation, Volga, who was a "barbarian", suddenly approached.

Even if we cannot kill it on the spot, at least we can cause it some trouble and divert its attention.

The golden-haired elf, who had long disappeared from his side and had now followed the breeze to the altar, gained a precious opportunity to escape.

Whether it was to destroy the silver-white device that continuously released gravitational fluctuations first, or to implement the decapitation plan, attack from both sides, and kill the black-robed goblin...

"Shoot."

Cornell's thoughts froze in an instant, and his slightly pale face, which had been casting spells continuously under heavy pressure, suddenly became extremely stiff.

I saw the orc Volga who was teleported close to the enemy, roaring and rushing towards him.

At this moment, it suddenly stopped where it was.

On the left side of the chest was a huge bloody hole through which one could see the front and back.

Correspondingly, in the black-robed goblin's skinny hand like a dead branch, there was a beating heart that was constantly pumping blood.

(End of this chapter)