Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 139 The Kiss of Death
The higher the spell ring, the stronger its power, but the fewer spells it can contain.

This is inevitable; creating a stable and powerful spell is extremely difficult. The current spell system also owes much to the brilliant mages of history.

Anser was able to master six fourth-circle spells right after his promotion, something any spellcaster would envy.

[Spells: Banish, Fire Shield; Intelligence: +2; Metamagic: Subtle Spells; Confirm?]

"confirm!"

The next moment, a vast amount of magic power poured in from the top of the tower, creating swirling vortexes of magic power. Wherever it passed, the array patterns lit up little by little, and then poured straight into the round platform in the center of the room.

With a barely audible hum, a columnar force field was created, carrying Anser's body away from the spot.

Anser was shocked. He looked around and found himself floating in the spherical space underground, surrounded by starlight, as if he were in the starry sky.

He breathed a sigh of relief and, after confirming there was no danger, entered a meditative state again.

At this moment, the magic within him resonated, and the elemental radiance and innate magic complemented each other, creating rings of rainbows. Passed-down memories flowed through his mind, transforming into moments of enlightenment.

Anser felt that the intelligence boost was worthwhile; he could comprehend and master this knowledge relatively easily, and even the six fourth-circle spells did not make him feel strained or difficult to understand.

'The warlock's spells are few but exquisite; could it be that he's not smart enough?' This thought inexplicably arose in his mind.

I don't know how much time passed, but then all the changes stopped.

Anser opened his eyes, and a black cat's head filled his vision, its big, dark eyes staring at the soft scales on his face.

He was startled and leaned back, only then realizing that the magic book had somehow floated in front of him.

The black cat lay on it, its two little paws retracting slightly, but it didn't hide inside the magic book. After meowing at him, it floated away on the magic book.

'What happened just now?' Anser muttered, taking out the Scepter of Protection.

The moment it touched the scepter, a spiritual message was transmitted through it.

This place is called the Starry Sky Ritual Array, which serves as a control room, a meditation room, and a magic pool.

The magic storm just now connected the magic pool in the Black Tower, activating the teleportation function within the tower.

In other words, he can teleport directly into the Black Tower from the outside, and he can also teleport freely inside the Black Tower. He can arrive with just a thought, but it requires energy.

If it's just for him, natural regeneration alone can supply enough.

'Not bad.' He snapped his fingers, and his figure reappeared in the top-floor room.

The character card has been brought up, and the data on it has changed drastically.

With his health soaring to 77, he's definitely no weaker than a typical barbarian.

With a magic power of 81, you can cast 11 fourth-circle spells and 16 fireballs, making your spells much more durable.

After that previous battle, he realized that magic was his foundation.

Slashing people with one knife after another is indeed exhilarating, but it's too tiring!
Killing twenty or thirty ordinary soldiers left him so exhausted he could barely lift his arms; the efficiency was very low.

In terms of destructive power and killing efficiency, magic is in a class of its own, and the higher the level, the greater the difference.

His intelligence level increased to 16 points. He could hardly perceive the change in IQ, but his memory, comprehension, logical reasoning, and spatial imagination all showed significant improvement, and his thinking became more acute.

Apart from that, there were no major changes.

经验池只剩下可怜的892点，而术士升到8级还需要积攒11000经验，圣武士升到4级也要3600经验。

Upgrading is becoming increasingly difficult.

'I'm getting stronger too.'

The level 8 Flame Fist Barbarian who once had to look up to him in Livington probably couldn't withstand more than a few of his Fireballs now.

Thinking about it this way, Anser felt even happier.

It was past noon when he teleported to the entrance of the restaurant on the second floor. He pushed the door open and was greeted by a waft of hot air mixed with the aroma of food.

Everyone is having a meal, but due to limited ingredients, the food is not very plentiful.

"Why are you so late? I thought you went out again. We were just talking about you." Salian smiled and waved. "What were you talking about?" Anser sat down in the main seat and gestured for the chef to serve him rice. He was really hungry after a long day.

“You… have become more dignified.” Salian chuckled, his words carrying a hidden meaning.

Anser looked embarrassed, knowing what he was talking about, but he didn't refute it.

Based on his previous fighting style, he would never engage in direct combat if he could launch a sneak attack, and he would never spout any righteous nonsense before a fight.

Others thought he was just being polite in front of Elise, but it was actually just a matter of keeping his vows, and fortunately, it didn't have much of an impact.

"Blatter, has Rudin contacted you?" He changed the subject.

Blatt was taken aback for a moment, then realized: "The village chief you appointed, right? He came this morning, but I wasn't there. I'll go find him after lunch."

“Hmm.” Anser pondered, “Since everyone is willing to stay, you can choose some helpers, divide the work, and ask Captain Salian if you don’t understand anything.”

In addition, please compile a list of everyone's needs, and I will arrange for someone to make centralized purchases.

“No problem.” Blatt nodded slightly.

Salian, recalling the battle of the day, warned, "Try to stay in Jacquelineburg. The Ammen suffered a great loss and will likely retaliate fiercely against you."

“I could guess that…” Anser chuckled softly.

Put yourself in his shoes; if he hadn't hunted the black dragon and his troops hadn't returned, he would have been furious.

The group ate and talked, and then went about their own business after the meal.

Anser teleported back to Jacqueline Castle. Elise hadn't returned yet, so he borrowed paper and pen from the butler to appraise the spoils one by one and register them for later distribution.

He ignored the ordinary items and only paid attention to the magical ones.

The first thing was the black javelin that pierced his armor and took 23 points of health from the magic barrier.

The "Protector's Bracelet" protective magic barrier has a total of 120 HP, and now only 97 HP remains, which is difficult to restore through ordinary means.

This javelin is about one meter long, entirely black, and has a cold feel to it. It's hard to tell what kind of metal it's made of. The spearhead is a triangular pyramid shape and extremely sharp.

The dice spun slightly and quickly detected the information about the javelin.

[Magic Item: Kiss of Death]

Category: Weapons
Rarity: Rare

Once thrown, the javelin will automatically return to its owner regardless of whether it hits the target.

"Dragon Slayer": This weapon has unique magical properties that make it easier to break through dragon scales and deal an additional 3d6 (3-18) damage to dragon targets.

"Vicious Blood Poison": After the target is injured, the thrower can choose whether to release the poison. Current remaining: 1/3.

After releasing the toxin, the target will be forced to perform a physical exemption of a difficulty level. If the exemption fails, the target will be in a 6-hour poisoning state.

During the poisoning, the target's life continues to decline, their body becomes paralyzed, and they are unable to move.

Dragons are at a disadvantage when it comes to physical exemptions.

'No wonder...' Anser clicked his tongue in surprise.

Fortunately, he had the "Guardian's Bracelet," otherwise he would have had to flee back to Holreven in a sorry state today. Relying solely on Elise and the others, the losses would have been considerable.

Unfortunately, only one dose of the Poisonous Blood remained, and it could not be replenished.

'I actually managed to catch them! What luck! Could the Amun possibly mass-produce these kinds of magical items? Surely not?'

For some reason, he always felt a chill down his spine, perhaps because he was also a dragon.

Judging from the properties of the Blood Poison, even adult dragons could be affected.

After being poisoned, one may not necessarily become unable to move, but it is very likely that one will become sluggish and weak, like Visagazul, and even a level 13 barbarian will be unable to do anything to one.

'In other words, I have one chance to hunt a dragon…'

(End of this chapter)