What's wrong with me, a mage, loving to farm?

Chapter 184. The Ether Wolf: The Tortured Heal.

"Etheric Moss?!"

Kroya had a good memory and immediately remembered that the area seemed to be the location of the magic circle she had built to guide magic power using Ether Moss.

However, the number of Ethermoss appearing now...

"Muyao, what happened over there?" He didn't rush over, but planned to check the surveillance footage first.

"The magic over there is chaotic, um..." King Muyou's voice suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Kroya sensed something was wrong and asked repeatedly.

After a long while, the surface of the Woody Vine King was finally covered with screens, each showing the scene of the tortured people.

The wounds on the backs of the tortured people, which had calmed down, now gushed out like a fountain, radiating endless magic.

The clear blue light exploded like fireworks, and magical veins even formed around them, flowing outwards like streams.

Their convulsing bodies, washed over by these terrifying streams of magic, showed signs of crystallization, clearly on the verge of becoming humanoid magic crystals.

The angel glanced at the image and then closed his eyes.

He was clearly not prepared to answer anything.

Kroa didn't bother asking Him, and got up to walk towards the prisoners' quarters.

Fortunately, immediately after the anomaly occurred, Kroya ordered the tortured people to stay together. He was worried about what might happen, and it actually did.

When he strode over there expressionlessly, the victims were already lying motionless on the ground, only their back wounds radiating magic.

The flesh and blood near the wound have crystallized.

The grapevines in the magic field are diligently absorbing this magic power, absorbing the vast majority of the pressure; otherwise, they would have already turned into magic crystal people.

Inside the room, magic and the vines of the magic field grapevines were mixed together. Stimulated by so much magic, these vines had grown to an enormous size.

Each vine is like the tentacle of a giant sea monster, thick and strong, and it continues to grow.

If this isn't dealt with soon, it's going to burst the house!

"Sigh, having too much magic is also a problem."

He remained remarkably calm, simply waving his hand, and the symphony-like light bands surrounding him began to wrap around the tortured individuals.

At the same time, open the windows to let the anxious, circling grapevines of the Demon Fields get out quickly, and use your magic to calm down the raging ethereal magic.

The magic field grapevines weren't unable to absorb the magic power, but rather they couldn't absorb that much at once; they were essentially holding on.

So all you need to do is let them absorb it slowly.

The tri-colored light band suppressed the surging magic and sent it into the bottles of the Orpheus Swan Flute Tree and the Void Moon Divine Tree located in the laboratory.

The Orpheus Swan Recorder Tree received so much magic; the melodious flute music represented its joyful mood. That magic flowed through the mouthpiece and holes, helping it grow rapidly.

The Void Moon Divine Tree inside the bottle silently absorbed this magic power, and the area of ​​the sea continued to expand. The tower spirit and the silver dragon in the sea also received a lot of magic power.

The silver dragon flew away from the sea with its wings, slapping the surface of the water with its fish tail, making a crisp sound, and at the same time it let out a tender "Awoo Awoo" cry.

The sound of splashing water mingled with its howling, echoing in the sea of ​​the Void Moon Divine Tree. The sound grew louder and louder, eventually spreading throughout the entire castle and suppressing the mermaid's song.

After the mermaid's song could no longer reach the castle, the surrounding moonlight also seemed to dissipate.

Unfortunately, Kroa didn't notice these things.

……

With the help of these two major mana absorbers, they were barely able to keep up with the speed at which the magic was flowing from the wounds of the tortured.

But simply absorbing it is definitely not enough. I was lucky to be there this time and stopped him in time. What if he didn't have the energy?

This unstable factor must be addressed.

"Let me look for it."

So he was using his music to penetrate deep into Mir's wound, carefully sensing the situation inside.

The golden musical notes remained unmoved even as they were washed by the fountain-like blue magic, enveloping Kroya's consciousness and driving deeper into the wound that resembled boiling water.

He had sensed that the spatial rift inside was alive on the previous two occasions, but the other party was unwilling to communicate with him and would run away after enjoying the comfort of the music each time.

With such a riot this time, he refused to believe he couldn't find it.

A moment later, a joyful expression appeared on his face: "Found it."

Things went surprisingly smoothly. His power only submerged for a few seconds before accurately locating the spatial rift that was trembling and spewing magical energy.

It was so conspicuous that it appeared in Kroya's senses without her even needing to search for it.

The surface of that pale white spatial rift, no longer than a finger, was enveloped by a silvery moonlight, as if it were being forced to expel magic power; no matter how much it struggled, it could not escape.

But the more it could not escape, the angrier it became, and its magic grew stronger with each wave, as if it intended to use its magic to forcibly break through the silver moonlight.

How to put it? It looks like a dog that's been chained up and is very unhappy, trying to break free of its chain.

Kroya's eye twitched slightly, and she used magic to soothe him: "Calm down."

The golden ring on the robe entered the wound, slowly expanding and enveloping the spatial rift.

The gentle music soothed it, and it quickly calmed down. Although it was still exerting its power, it was exerting significantly less.

After calming it down, Kroya needs to deal with Moonlight.

"Could it be that the anomalies here are actually caused by the surge of magical power in the ethereal realm guided by the so-called illusory gods?"

"Isn't the Ether Realm only filled with pure magic? Does it also have Water Ore Veins and magic veins with elemental properties?"

He didn't understand, but that didn't stop him from suppressing the moonlight—it was such a small amount of moonlight, and it was in his own territory; it would be a miracle if he couldn't suppress it.

The warm and eternal golden sunlight of the sun shone on the crack, adding a touch of gold to the blue, and this golden light immediately clashed with the silver moonlight.

The result was naturally a complete suppression by the golden light.

The golden light didn't even move, it just radiated a warm and gentle temperature. The cold moonlight retreated under its illumination, but before it could escape, it was swallowed up by the spatial rift.

"Ugh!"

The spatial rift emanated a smug consciousness, and this time it no longer resisted Kroya's light, lazily staying within the glow emanating from the ring.

The pale white halo on its surface gradually faded, revealing its true form—a pale white…dog.

No, it should be wolves.

However, it looks like a simple line drawing of a wolf.

It possesses both the majesty of a wolf and the soft cuteness of a dog; every line that makes it up radiates a dazzling white glow, sparkling in the light.

It looked as if it had jumped out of a painting.

Kroa's Celestial Imprint technique immediately took effect, allowing him to see through the body structure of this soft, curled-up little creature—countless lines forming a simple body.

Elemental creatures can just grow however they want, since no one can see what's inside anyway.

"Ether Wolf".

"Huh?"

His voice caught the attention of the little wolf cub curled up in a ball. The cub raised its head, glanced at Chloe, and lazily stretched out its body, using all four paws to exert force at the same time.

Then... I went back to sleep.

"...You're really having a good time."

Kroya shook his head helplessly. He tentatively tried to remove the golden ring from the wound. At first, it was fine, but just as he was about to remove it from the wound, the little wolf immediately woke up.

It emitted a low "woofing" sound, and the lines on its body stood up, as if it had its fur standing on end.

"Can't we leave here?" Seeing this, Kroya stopped, but still needed to treat the wounds of the other prisoners...

He could only remove the golden ring. The little wolf, as if its bones had been taken away, sat pitifully on the wound, looking at Kroya.

"You can't come out, what am I supposed to do?"

"Waaah?"

The little wolf tilted its head, then suddenly opened its mouth, spewing out even more clear blue magic, and then it rushed out with the magic.

"Whoosh—"

It forcefully used its magic to wash away the elves on Kroa's shoulder, then squatted down on it, constantly spewing magic to sustain itself.

The lotus and sunflower fairies dared not speak out in anger, but only glared at the ethereal wolf. The latter did not care at all and continued to enjoy the light emanating from Kroa and the starlight mist emanating from his robe.

On the contrary, the olive spirit blinked its eyes and slowly approached the ethereal wolf, eventually making contact with it.

"Woof?"

The Ether Wolf made a curious sound.

It sniffed the olive spirit with its nose, a dazzling light suddenly flashed in its eyes, and then... it actually carried the olive spirit on its back.

The olive elf's verdant aura gradually seeped into the ethereal wolf's body, and the little wolf let out a comfortable whimper and continued to sleep.

"what?"

"Is it still possible to do this?"

This was something Cloa hadn't expected.

It was even able to leave, and even became friends with the olive spirit.

"No, no, that's not right."

If this thing is the source of the magic within the tortured person's body, then its emergence means that the tortured person's wounds are about to heal.

He quickly took a look, and it was indeed as he had thought: the magic in Mir's wound had stopped flowing and was now completely silent.

"You really are the culprit behind their wounds," he couldn't help but say to the little wolf on his shoulder.

The latter remained motionless, enjoying the light emitted by the olive spirit, looking quite content.

"legend……"

The angel, who had been disguised as a statue, spoke up: "The earth and the sky are both gateways to the etheric realm. The Earth Mother Goddess once kept some special canine magical beasts."

"Perhaps they also feel pain because of the torn earth?"

Kroa: "..."

You might as well be more explicit. You really are a riddle angel, always choosing to say only half and hide the other half.

He had already suspected that the wounds on these victims might have been caused by the Yavana Holy Ore that had been mined, but now it seems... it was the wolves that were uncomfortable?

This is truly bizarre.

So that means there's an ethereal wolf inside the bodies of so many victims? And no one noticed for so long.

He shook his head and continued to use the same method on the others in turn, and finally... he actually obtained a pack of eighteen ethereal wolves.

They didn't even need Kroya to say anything; they all ran straight into the verdant glow emanating from the olive spirits and huddled together.

Kroa's eyes twitched incessantly as she watched.

There really are that many?

After all these Ether Wolves have been retrieved, it's time to figure out how to put them away.

Kroa noticed that they could only exist within the magic of the Aether Realm, and wondered if they could be dealt with using the magic imprint of the Astral Imprint Technique.

Generally speaking, this situation is due to maladjustment.

He really wanted a kind of magic that could help magical beasts or magical plants adapt to the external environment, but if such a magic really existed... it would be perfect for cultivating magical plants and magical beasts.

Therefore, he could only think of other solutions.

Since these little wolves need to stay in the magic of the Ether Realm, then... he remembered Coral's "Bubble Spell".

Is it possible to have them create a bubble and then stay inside it?

After coming up with this idea, he tried to communicate with the Ether Wolf and conveyed his idea through visuals.

To deal with such highly intelligent monsters, we still need to let them choose their methods.

As a result, the Ether Wolves unanimously shook their heads in refusal.

"Then... what about this?" Kroya offered a second solution: the True Transformation spell given by the angel.

This transformation technique can make the body look almost like a real person. It is said that angels used an advanced version of this technique to receive guests on the Ark.

They can transform regardless of race, gender, or appearance.

Kroya felt that this method was a way of adapting, since these ethereal wolves had so much magic power that they couldn't possibly use it all.

The Ether Wolves accepted it immediately.

Then comes the long engraving process—

[Imprint successful, Ether Wolf (True Shapeshifting)]

[After casting this spell, the monster will gain the ability to exist permanently within the magical environment of the prime plane.]

[Note: This spell consumes a great deal of mana.]

The prompt was very simple. As soon as the prompt appeared, the little line wolves began to transform—their bodies stretched out in the magic and became giant wolves that were half a person tall and more than a meter long.

They stood proudly, their white, bristly ears trembling slightly, their fur shimmering like the white sun, their bodies strong, with smooth and powerful muscle lines.

Its tail was long and bushy, held high, and it seemed to be in a good mood.

Overall, the transformed Ether Wolf appears extremely heroic, as if it has evolved from a cub to an adult in an instant.

"Awoo!"

It's a pity that their calls are still cute and cuddly.

After the transformation was complete, the wolf that had been the first to carry the olive spirit and its companions darted out of the window like the wind.

The wind blew their long fur, and they disappeared from Kroa's sight in an instant.

"So, what reference did they use to make them so beautiful?"

To be honest, Chloe was really tempted to touch them; dogs' ears are the easiest to rub, soft and warm.

My only regret right now is not having a cat or dog. Now that I've seen such a majestic wolf, I really want to keep it as a pet.

"...Maybe."

The angel didn't know how to answer either. His database was too damaged, and he only knew some of the more important things. He really didn't know these things.

"Never mind, with the olive spirits watching over them, there shouldn't be any problems."

Kroya didn't care much; instead, he became troubled—in front of him, the magic grapevines inside the bodies of these fallen people had already pierced through their flesh.

The scene was quite exaggerated, as if these people had been drained dry by the vines.

There was nothing that could be done about it. After all, if they didn't come out, their bodies would burst. Compared to that, a little injury was nothing.

His concern wasn't about the injuries, but rather that now that the Ether Wolf was gone, the magic within these people would eventually run out.

By then, these people will no longer be prisoners; they will just be ordinary, unremarkable people.

Therefore, he had to find a way to continue providing them with a stable supply of magic so that they could continue to serve him as mages.

"Without the magic created by the Ether Wolf, and with the Magic Field Grapevine, if it can still work..."

As Kroya pondered, a bold idea suddenly came to her.

He intends to make a second improvement to the Magic Field Grapevine, making it a complete part of these people's bodies. If their magic power is insufficient, they can recover by absorbing magic crystals or magic spring water.

If his method succeeds, it won't just be the prisoners who can become mages, but ordinary people can also become mages.

After coming up with this idea, he immediately began to try it out—first, he trimmed all the excess grapevines in the Magic Field and then threw them outside for someone to move.

All that remained were the original magic field grapevines located inside their bodies.

Then, he began to carve on the leaves of the magic field grapevines, carving out magic pockets to store magic power.

After the engraving was completed, he instructed the Demon Field Grapevine to absorb all the remaining areas of their bodies that had been corrupted by the etheric magic, and then to remove the corrupted flesh and blood.

Finally, he begged the angel to cast a divine spell to restore his flesh and blood.

After a flurry of activity, he noticed that the magic field vines had already curled up in the magical vortex of these people, and gestured to the angel.

"God said that mutilated limbs are bad."

"God said, 'Restore it to its original state.'"

As a dazzling platinum-gold light shone, the dozen or so people slowly awoke, cautiously getting up, afraid of touching their wounds.

As a result, Mir was the first to see the wound on his back that was healing; the terrifying deep blue scar was slowly healing.

Instead, there was a back that was so smooth it was almost too white.

He was stunned.

The prisoners stared at each other's bodies, completely stunned.

"Waaah."

A moment later, several of the women covered their faces and began to sob, their bodies trembling violently.

Although the men were able to remain calm at first, tears inexplicably began to flow from their eyes.

For a moment, the room was filled with sobs, not sobs of suppressed emotion, but sobs of release and relief.

Kroya watched quietly, then opened his palm, and a musical note appeared in his hand.

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