I made up magic and taught a world-destroying witch?

Chapter 119 Rescue Begins with Burning Fish Baskets

Everyone stared at the swarm of wriggling insects behind the door, and for a moment no one spoke.

At the very front of the swarm, a man lay dead, his body covered in wounds from insect bites. The screams from earlier were clearly his. He seemed to have heard the stone door open and tried to lift his head, but before he could speak, several swarming insects crawled toward him.

Joseph was the first to react. He immediately raised his finger, and a purple thread flew from his fingertip, wrapped around the man's waist, and quickly dragged him out from behind the door.

"Close the door!" he shouted. "Back up first!"

Allen immediately grabbed the edge of the door and pulled it back forcefully, but the stone door did not budge. He immediately changed his position and exerted force, but the stone door that had just retreated into the wall still showed no sign of closing again.

"It won't turn off!" Allen shouted.

Joseph: "————" The Healing spell only opens the door, not closes it? What kind of garbage magic is this?

He subconsciously looked at the repair spell slot in his mind, and sure enough, the small hammer surrounded by red and gold flames was still gray, and no matter how hard he concentrated, it didn't react at all.

However, now was clearly not the time to be disgusted. The leading tidal beetles had already rushed to the door. Allen raised his shield and rammed them with force, then swept his longsword, cutting several beetles in half on the spot. But more beetles then stepped on them and climbed up.

"Come at me, all of you!"

A flash appeared on Allen's body, and the Tide Beetles, which were originally preparing to crawl out from both sides of the stone gate, all turned around and rushed towards Allen as if they had seen something particularly unbearable.

Allen raised his longsword and slashed down, instantly splitting the shell of the foremost water beetle.

"Hahaha! It worked! This thing really is attracted!" Allen flicked the slime off his sword and laughed, "But I feel like even without the spells the professor taught me, if there's a living person standing here, they'll still rush over?"

Joseph: "————" To be honest, that makes a lot of sense.

These insects naturally follow magical reactions, and Allen, a living knight standing at the door with a protective blessing on his body, looked no different from a giant, glowing food in the eyes of the black-lined man.

Whether the taunting technique is effective or not is hard to say for sure, but the bugs are indeed all concentrated at the doorway, and at least for the time being, they haven't come around from the side.

As long as it works, who cares whether it's the magic that works or Allen just looks tastier?

Joseph raised his hand, and the purple thread wrapped around several Tide-Shell Bugs that were about to climb onto Allen, flinging them back into the swarm. The Crimson Gold Furnace Light then flew out along the purple thread and landed on a bug whose shell had already cracked.

The black lines writhed wildly in the furnace light, quickly shrinking into a charred mass, but the surrounding mealybugs immediately...

It's been added.

"Fire works!" Allen shouted.

The problem is that, while it may be effective, he can't possibly burn all the insects in the entire passage one by one using the furnace light, can he?

He had just used a restoration spell to open the stone gate, and now he was simultaneously maintaining the purple line and the furnace light. The magic power that had been restored in his body was now dropping at a heartbreaking rate.

There were just too many bugs. If they kept fighting like this, he would soon be lying next to the person who had just been dragged out.

Brewster raised his short staff, took out spellcasting materials from his pocket, and muttered a spell. A perfectly formed fireball quickly formed in front of him, flew over Allen's shoulder, and headed towards the center of the swarm.

The fireball had barely approached when its surface magic vanished as if sucked in by countless straws. Before it even truly crashed into the swarm, the fireball was reduced to a mere spark, finally landing on the back of a mollusk beetle without even charring its exoskeleton. Brewster's face darkened.

"Just like down in the well."

Joseph wasn't surprised at all. Hadn't Brewster already personally proven that standard fireballs were ineffective? Could it be that these black lines would suddenly start respecting magical standards in a different setting?

The only headache is that these black lines not only persist, but their numbers seem to be many times greater than those underground.

They absorb as much magic as they are fed.

There are only a few people in the team, where do we get so much magic to feed them?

He reached into his backpack, pulled out the short knife Mia had given him, and shoved it directly into Brewster's hand.

"Use this first, don't waste magic!"

Brewster lowered his head, glanced at the ordinary-looking dagger in his hand, and then looked up at Joseph.

He quickly realized that the black threads could absorb magic, and the old magic would become their nourishment. But an ordinary short sword without any magic wouldn't give them the chance to absorb it.

Professor Grantham had anticipated that they might encounter a situation where the old magic had completely failed. Therefore, even as a great mage, he still carried an ordinary dagger with him when entering the ruins!

True practice never relies on the most powerful magic, but rather on selecting the truly useful tools based on the situation.

"I understand," Brewster said earnestly.

Joseph: "————" If you understand, just cut it already. Don't keep making things up at a time like this.

The Black Lines were waiting for them to send magic into the ruins one by one. If they dragged it out any longer, the swarm of insects wouldn't be cleared out, and their entire investigation team would have to live as long as the Old Gods in the ruins.

Brewster gripped his dagger and strode to Allen's side, slashing a ticking beetle that was about to crawl across the edge of the shield to the ground.

The fisherman stood behind, looking left and right, but found he couldn't find a suitable place to intervene. He could only bend down, pick up a piece of gravel from the ground, and throw it at an insect trying to crawl over the wall. The gravel hit the insect's shell, making it pause for a moment before continuing to crawl forward.

The fisherman immediately picked up an even bigger piece and cursed, "I don't believe I can't smash you to death!"

Joseph burned the insects, glancing around as he saw more and more insects in front of him, and the stone door couldn't be closed as the magic would be absorbed.

We can't keep standing here and fighting head-on. We need to find a way to block the road, or at least prevent these bugs from rushing out all at once.

His gaze fell on the empty fish basket behind the fisherman.

"Professor Brewster, lamp oil!"

Brewster immediately took off the two oil bottles hanging from his waist and threw them over. Joseph caught the oil bottles with the purple thread, and the fisherman reacted immediately when he saw his gaze.

"Use this to burn?" He took the fish basket off his back and ripped off his old coat, which he had worn for who knows how many years.

"Take them all! This fish basket is dried thoroughly; it'll cook really well!"

Upon hearing this, Allen and Brewster immediately took advantage of the moment when the swarm of insects was repelled and threw over everything they could take off and burn.

Joseph quickly poured the oil from the lamp oil bottle onto these things, and several items were lifted up by the purple thread, falling over Allen's head and down along both sides of the swarm.

Joseph watched the swarming tidal bores still pushing forward, raised his finger, and the crimson-gold furnace light flashed along the purple line.

"Step back a bit!" Joseph shouted.

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