Magicians never make wishes

Chapter 195 I Can Do It

"Sister Chicken!"

Flash Mouse stared at the lifeless Spell Chicken with eyes wide with rage.

The three holy sons wanted to make another sarcastic remark, but immediately discovered that the flashing mouse in front of them had disappeared.

In the corner of his eye, a golden flash seemed to pass by. In that brief moment, Flash Rat suddenly sprang up and circled behind the Third Holy Son at top speed, repeatedly slashing at his vulnerable neck with the dagger in his hand.

By the time Flash Mouse had to retreat, the heads and bodies of the three holy sons had already separated.

However, in the instant he stepped back, blood vessels suddenly sprouted from the neck and head of the three holy sons, connecting with each other and pulling their heads and bodies back into the correct position.

Less than a second later, the three holy sons returned to their original state as if nothing had happened.

"It's the same old story—"

The three holy sons said with a face full of disdain, "I think the Dark Abyss is indeed just a name and is not worthy of being the representative academy of the Necromancer Department at all."

As flesh and blood sorcerers, the three holy sons had already mastered the art of manipulating flesh and blood to the extreme, practically becoming immortal.

Other methods might kill him, but a simple physical attack, especially one that only damages the neck, wouldn't be a big deal for him.

Unless there is extensive damage to the body, it can recover by consuming the energy stored in the flesh and blood.

However, Flash Mouse was not without merit. While the three holy sons were recovering, he quickly carried the magic chicken away and moved it to another place.

The chicken had a large hole pierced through its chest, and it coughed up blood, whispering something with its last breath.

With tears streaming down her face, Flash Mouse leaned closer to listen, and it was still the same unfinished sentence she had uttered: "You can do it—"

There was no further sound after that.

Flash Mouse's eyes were vacant, his whole body was numb, and his movements were particularly stiff.

When people suddenly suffer great grief, they tend to automatically reduce their emotional perception as a form of self-protection.

Flash Mouse didn't roar or hysterically; it simply numbly and mechanically reached its hand onto the Chicken's head and began absorbing her soul.

At the same time, he could also spare some energy to keep an eye on whether the three holy sons were getting closer again.

The Three Saints knew that this kind of sneak attack could not be replicated, so they simply stood there, looking at Flash Mouse with disdain, enjoying the pleasure of toying with him.

After absorbing the soul of the magic chicken, the Flash Mouse's strength increased dramatically once again, reaching thirty-two times its original level.

"Not enough—I can do it—"

He murmured to himself.

He then stood up and looked at the positions of the other constellations.

All of their other companions had already perished in the combined attack of the Shadow Beasts.

Without any extra movements, Flash Mouse disappeared from its original spot as if it had teleported, and soon reappeared next to the corpses of several constellations.

Looking at the corpses of his companions, Flash Mouse felt no sadness, only a damp, itchy feeling on his cheeks.

He bent down, focusing intently on absorbing souls.

After dealing with all the constellations, the ten shadow beasts returned to the shadow domain and reverted to ten illusory black shadows.

At this moment, no one bothered him.

"I can do it, I can do it—"

It seemed that only this obsession remained in Flash Mouse's heart.

The sixth, the seventh — Flash Mouse counted all the souls that had been absorbed.

He doesn't know how many times he has surpassed his limits; it seems that limits are meant to be surpassed.

He felt his soul and body on the verge of collapse time and time again, but miraculously pulled through.

The eighth one — what number is next?

Flash Mouse was already somewhat delirious and couldn't remember how many of his companions' souls he had absorbed.

Only when he finally stopped did he realize that the souls of his companions had all gathered in his body.

"Fortunately, we all ended up together."

Flash Mouse thought to himself, somewhat absentmindedly.

He felt like an inflated balloon, swelling up.

In reality, the size of the Flash Mouse did not change, but it was surrounded by a layer of golden light, like a solid circular energy shield.

Flash Mouse wobbled to his feet, and the first thing he saw was Charles, the leader of the Eternal Night Kingdom.

He paused for two seconds before realizing that this was the person he had been trying to kill but couldn't get close to.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously took a step forward.

The next second, he appeared as if he had teleported to Charles's diagonal rear.

The body is suspended in the air, completely unaffected by gravity.

The dagger in Flash Mouse's hand was completely enveloped in golden light, extending into a lightsaber with the dagger as its main body.

As the flash mouse moved, the lightsaber gathered more and more golden light, and the blade grew longer and longer.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment. The mouse's movements appeared slow, but Charles, the leader of the Eternal Night Kingdom, didn't even have time to react.

With just one sword strike, his body was enveloped in endless golden light and then vanished.

That's incredibly powerful!

Ronan was utterly astonished when he saw this.

His strength has actually increased to this extent. Is this the superposition mechanism of the constellations they mentioned?

It's not that everyone has a limit, but how can someone absorb everything from others and still be completely unaffected?

Hmm? It seems there's a price to pay too—

After careful observation through the mental realm, Ronan discovered that at this point, Flash Mouse was no longer even considered a person.

His soul had swelled to the point that it had merged into every part of his body, and was even overflowing outwards.

Ronan didn't know why this level of soul expansion didn't directly lead to an explosion.

If it were anyone else, their head would have been smashed like a watermelon; how could this possibly happen?

Charles, the leader of the Eternal Night Kingdom, was completely obliterated by a single sword strike, and the ten shadow beasts in the Shadow Domain instantly sank into the shadows beneath their feet.

Immediately, the uncontrolled shadow domain, as if freed from its restraints, began to spread throughout the entire fourth-level space.

It's more like a collapse than a spread; this shadowy realm has already fallen into a state of disintegration.

The shadowy field stopped after covering most of the ground of the four-story space.

Ronan was still relieved that he hadn't gotten involved with this unlucky stuff.

Everyone else had left the shadowy area to varying degrees, and the only one unaffected was the hovering mouse.

Hovering seems to have become his new ability.

He didn't control any magic at all; he just felt his body light and floated in the air.

Swaying slightly, his gaze fell on the Third Holy Son.

The three holy sons, who were in the distance, felt a surge of fear rise from the soles of their feet when he looked at them like that.

This originally weak and worthless star spirit has actually increased its strength to such an unbelievable level through the stacking mechanism.

He could almost see in his mind the situation he would face in the next moment.

The opponent will definitely appear suddenly behind you, just like they did with Charles, wielding that golden lightsaber to completely destroy your physical body.

Thinking of this, the Third Prince could no longer contain himself and cried out in a trembling voice, "Second Brother, save me!"