Wizard: I brought the wrong system...

Chapter 531 The Soul Giant

Lies never hurt anyone; the truth is the sharpest knife.

The tattered linen robe fluttered without wind, and the farmer boy shouted angrily:

"What do you know about souls, you mere intermediate-level wizard apprentice!"

Yaro sneered coldly: "I am indeed an intermediate apprentice, but the explorer who was even more powerful than a formal wizard just now praised my wisdom. My judgment is no worse than that of most formal wizards."

And you, you're not even a soul, so how could you possibly be a proper wizard?

Face reality, you're at best a senior apprentice...

The young farmer occupied a strange space and used a massive amount of mental energy to create a false peaceful village. His actions suggest that he may have suffered severe psychological trauma.

To put it more skeptically, the village where the peasant boy was born may have been massacred by external forces.

In the extraordinary world, many tragedies actually stem from a lack of strength.

Yaro said this to poke at his lungs and provoke his inner pain, but he didn't want to break up too directly, so he didn't say anything direct or intense.

"Nonsense, nonsense!"

A furious roar interrupted Yaro's words.

The farmer boy's body seemed to transform into a funnel, and a strong wind swept through the village.

Sunlight, grass and trees, houses, villagers... everything converged like birds returning to their forests.

"Oh no, are Heri and the others going to be forcibly devoured by this monster?"

Yaro's heart skipped a beat, and the exhaust pipes on his back roared rapidly. He was preparing to intercept them halfway when he suddenly realized that the howling wind didn't even stir the hem of their clothes.

Heri stopped playing and looked around in confusion.

As for Bevin, he immediately looked at Yaro.

"teacher?!"

Back in Perrin Castle, Yaro would often take out the Demon Phoenix Golden Armor to maintain it, and Bevan naturally remembered this set, which was paired with the skull mask.

Before Yaro could even feel a surge of joy, a flaxen-colored wall blocked his view—no! It was the boy's swollen body!

"Who says I'm not a legitimate wizard!"

Then came a deafening roar, and an enormous hand slammed down as if the heavens and earth were collapsing!

'Dodge' or 'Offense'?

In a flash, Yarrow made a swift decision.

This is an opportunity!

The mental energy in front has been gathered together. Charge forward and snatch Heri and the others!

The Black Flame Phoenix's eyes were sharp, its long beak met the crystal heavy sword, and the gathered power of the abyss surged forth.

Magical Technique: Phoenix Beak!

Powerful abyssal magic surged from his back, and the Fiery Greatsword unleashed blazing white flames.

"Chirp—!"

A piercing phoenix cry exploded.

The powerful wind pressure generated by the giant hand actually propelled the flames to spin at high speed.

The fire is fueled by the wind, and the wind fuels the fire's power.

The seemingly intimidating giant hand didn't even stop the Fiery Greatsword for a second before it was pierced through.

Yaro spun around and drew his sword, the accumulated flames transforming into a fiery crescent moon that hurtled towards the giant's face, as he shouted:

"Bevin, hold Heri tight!"

"Okay, teacher!"

But before Bevin could act, the towering giant suddenly burst into laughter.

"You've been tricked! — Imprisonment!"

Suddenly, countless eyeballs began to twinkle with a faint light, like a sea of ​​stars shimmering in the night sky, and an invisible force enveloped the entire space.

Having just enjoyed a brief moment of freedom, Bevin was once again frozen in place.

At the same time, a powerful pressure quickly covered Yaro's body and dissipated the wind magic he had secretly added earlier.

Is he acting against me?

Yaro was startled, but remained calm.

Because he had anticipated that this might happen.

Fishing always requires bait, but baiting doesn't guarantee you'll catch a fish.

Regardless of whether he had any backup plans, his originally orderly spiritual energy had all been gathered into his enormous body.

Now, it's just a repetition of the tactics they used to ambush themselves.

The black flames surrounding him suddenly surged, the fire phoenix spread its wings and cried out angrily, and the invisible pressure was instantly broken free.

"Just as I expected! Mental power and magical power are inherently closely related, and a large amount of abyssal magical power can naturally resist mental attacks!"

In fact, Yaro wasn't sure whether the abyssal magic withstood the mental attack or directly burned away the mental energy.

Overall, the results were excellent!

"The problem is that I now have to keep my whole body wrapped in abyssal magic, which is highly corrosive and corrosive, like both fire and poison."

"How do you rescue someone in this situation?"

Yaro had already considered how to use magic to carry people, and his spatial ring already contained ropes that could temporarily resist the corrosive effects of magic.

But Bevin and Heri are both unable to move, and Yaro doesn't have time to tie them up.

A moment later, Yaro came up with a plan: he could first tie a lasso in mid-air, and then lasso Heli and the other woman like a lassoing horse and take them away.

This takes time, and you need to keep your hands free when tying the rope, which is troublesome, but it seems to be the only way right now...

As Yaro was thinking, another deafening sound came from behind:

"Young apprentice, look again now, am I a soul?"

As soon as Yaro turned around, he immediately got goosebumps all over!

The giant's body had shrunk several times, but it was still tens of meters tall, and its face, which was more than ten meters tall, was covered with countless bumpy eyes.

These eyes are of different sizes, shapes, and are crooked and twisted, like a face covered with pustules, and various animal eyes, and even eyes from different insects, have been haphazardly transplanted onto these pustules!

I must say, this big, unique thing is the real deal!

"You're disgusting!"

Yaro frowned and spoke frankly.

"Ha! You shallow little wizard, feel this carefully, this is the power of the soul!"

Before the giant could finish speaking, his eyes widened in unison, and a powerful sense of oppression made Yaro feel suffocated.

"A mental pressure level equivalent to that of a formal wizard?!"

Yaro's expression was somewhat strange.

Although somewhat worn, it truly reached the level of a formal wizard.

Yaro had only ever felt this level of mental pressure from Alice.

Yaro muttered to himself, "How is this possible..."

This was not a qualitative change resulting from a huge amount of spiritual power, but rather a true attainment of the level of a formal wizard.

But... this doesn't make sense!

How can chaotic mental energy perfect the soul?

"How is that impossible?"

The giant seemed to have read Aro's mind, chuckled a few times, and said:

"Little wizard, you haven't done any limb stitching on the bloodline side before, have you?"

"Many limb sutures can also cause rejection reactions, but these reactions can be successfully resolved if the methods are appropriate!"

Can all of these be successfully resolved?

Among the many examples of organs in past lives, none completely resolved the rejection reaction; it was just a matter of time.

In many cases, transplanting organs from other people is not as effective as directly replacing them with mechanical organs.

In this life, Yaro had also heard his mother say that the Lionheart Castle Wizarding School, under the Jungle House, also used limb sutures, but it also failed to solve the key problem of limb rejection!

This is just organ transplantation.

The relationship between spiritual power and the soul is far closer than that between the physical body and organs!

(End of this chapter)