Magicians never make wishes

Chapter 140 Go, cut off its head!

The creature that suddenly appeared was enormous, with the head of a deer and the body of a bear, its skin covered in fish scales. Its eyes were completely still, and its entire body slowly rose from the swamp. The swamp's mud and various debris silently slid off its body, creating an eerily quiet scene.

After several attempts, Ronan discovered that his mental domain could not detect the other party, and it couldn't even lock onto the beast.

The beast was shrouded in a putrid aura. Any living thing that came into contact with it would either turn into a pile of white bones or be reduced to ashes; none could escape its clutches.

It roughly ripped off the plague demon's two eyeballs, but seeing that the effect was not good, it didn't care whether it would damage the integrity of the eyeballs, and directly picked up the bone blade and slashed wildly at the plague demon's head.

Don't try to help; you can only pull the dead branches off the ground and poke the burning end at the ground in an attempt to extinguish the fire.

Fragments of dead wood flew everywhere, seemingly about to break into several pieces.

Seeing this, Ronan didn't have time to explain to it that if it wanted to put out the fire, it would simply need to put the dead branches into the swamp.

His current order to the two skeletons is to survive first, and then see if they can preserve the harvest.

Ronan himself turned and ran away.

The same applies to Ba Quan. As a master of body refinement, he can disappear from sight in an instant once he starts running.

However, Ronan had only been running for a short while when he saw the Overlord Fist again.

He stood there, his body feeling as if it were weighed down with lead, every movement extremely difficult.

"What are you standing there for? Run!" Ronan urged.

"Don't come any closer!"

Ba Quan shouted, turning his head with difficulty, "Get away from the swamp."

Ronan glanced at the surrounding swamps and asked, somewhat puzzled, "What's wrong?"

"The gravity in the vicinity has changed, especially in the swampy areas, where the gravity has increased at least tenfold."

Upon hearing this, Ronan immediately recalled the gravel those two had thrown into the swamp earlier: "Was it those two who did this?"

"Possibly, but now is not the time to think about that." Ba Quan tried to take a step forward and found that gravity had increased again.

"Can't you get out?" Ronan asked.

Ba Quan remained silent, his brows furrowed.

"Well, there's nothing we can do about it then."

Ronan simply turned around and took the spoils from the two skeletons: the eyeball of the plague demon and a branch of the Tree of the Dead.

After putting the two items into his storage bag, he ordered the two skeletons, "Don't do anything. Go and touch that stench of decay."

"Get him! Stay by my side!"

He immediately stood in front of him, looking like he was ready to carry him on his back at any moment.

"Don't make a move" nodded slowly and rushed towards the ever-spreading stench of decay.

Ronan wanted to see if the putrid aura would affect the skeletons; from his previous observations, only small creatures with flesh and blood were affected.

"Overlord Fist, can you still move?" Ronan asked, turning his head.

Ba Quan turned around with difficulty and retreated step by step, finally gradually escaping the influence of gravity. Only then did he speak, "There's no way out. Gravity seems to have formed a shroud. As long as you step into it, you will be subjected to extremely strong gravitational pressure."

Well, it seems we can't get out.

Then Ronan asked, "Have you seen information about this beast on the forums?"

"I haven't seen it on the forums." Baquan shook his head and said, "But I know what kind of creature it is."

"This is a Corrupted Quaker, a giant creature that only exists deep in the swamp. Although it is huge, its skin has a mysterious shielding layer that cannot be perceived or detected by mental power, so few people can capture this creature. It is said that every part of it is a treasure, containing magical materials that are coveted by all types of magicians."

"Stop talking nonsense, what's wrong with this strange creature?"

What time is it? Still reading the settings? You're completely missing the point.

"The enormous size of the Corrupted Quaker puts immense pressure on its body; its weakness is gravity—"

As Ba Quan finished speaking, he suddenly realized that the surrounding gravity was prepared for this corrupt, monstrous creature.

"Does their size put pressure on them—meaning their physical strength isn't actually that great?"

Ronan murmured, his eyes lighting up.

at the same time.

Don't take action; you've already recklessly plunged into the stench of corruption.

Surprisingly, the smell of corruption had no effect on it.

It seems that as a skeleton, there's nothing left for it to corrupt.

Very good, there's still room for maneuver.

Ronan was overjoyed and gathered dangerous energy at his fingertips, preparing to give the four-legged creature a big ray to try it out.

Although it's impossible to lock onto the target, its size makes hitting it relatively easy.

"Don't make a move, step back a little."

After giving the order, he pointed his index finger at the giant beast that was approaching him.

In an instant, a thick, scorching ray of light shot out.

"Burning rays!"

Although it was a zero-ring magic, its power increased as Ronan's mental strength continued to improve.

Through countless battles, both large and small, Ronan knew that the power of a spell depended on three factors:

The magical configuration determines the essence, mental attack determines the lower limit, and mental strength determines the upper limit.

With his current mental strength, the ray he released was almost identical to a strike launched by a class-level professional.

The thick ray struck the beast's body, the kinetic energy causing it to sway slightly before it stopped.

When the smoke cleared, there was no visible damage to the areas hit by the rays.

What's going on? Attack failed?

Ronan was momentarily stunned.

"White Night, the skin of the Corrupted Quaker has extremely strong magic resistance, which is why their materials are so precious," Ba Quan shouted from behind.

Magic Resistance

Ronan hadn't heard that word in ages.

But isn't this level of magic resistance a bit too outrageous?

"Does this big guy have any other defensive measures?" Ronan asked.

Ba Quan thought for a moment and said, "If we're talking about defense, then it's the putrid aura they exude. It's a perfect balance of offense and defense."

"However, they do have quite a few attack methods—"

Before he could finish speaking, the strange creature in the distance seemed to have heard him and opened its huge mouth.

Immediately afterwards, a thick beam of green light shot towards the two of them.

Ronan instantly activated his "magic shield" and reflexively jumped away, unsure if the shield could withstand the attack.

The light grazed past Ronan and struck another patch of swamp not far away.

The swamp instantly boiled, and its color turned an eerie green.

Seeing this, Ronan felt he couldn't delay any longer.

He immediately commanded the two skeletons, "Go, cut off their heads."