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

Chapter 121 Miracles Begin with Yourself

If God cannot save people, then people must save themselves.

Evelyn never minded wearing the nun's robe to do what she felt she should do.

The church needs a gentle, devout saint who is willing to attribute all credit to God; she would be the candidate they desire. This would allow her to receive more medicine, more food, and greater power within the church.

Despite her thoughts, she could only kneel there, watching a young man die slowly before her eyes.

The white light slowly faded, and Luca was no longer breathing.

Evelyn closed his still-open eyes for him, and after a while, she slowly raised her head.

The flames were still burning ahead. Allen stood in front, while Brewster chopped at the insects with a dagger. Even the fisherman didn't have time to be sad anymore and got up again to pick up the rubble to help them.

Professor Grantham stood in the middle of everyone, and thin purple threads and red-gold furnace light flew from his fingertips, pulling back the molten beetles that were about to go around the fire.

His face still showed little panic, as if this insect swarm, which would have left ordinary mages helpless, was just a minor problem that arose during the investigation.

Evelyn watched Professor Grantham's retreating figure.

She recalled that Knight Allen originally only possessed the Church's protective blessing, but now, under the professor's guidance, he had acquired a new power that did not belong to the Church's records.

Even though those tidal beetles clearly lacked normal consciousness, they still abandoned all other targets and swarmed towards him after the new magic appeared.

The church had never recorded such a blessing before, but Professor Grantham only spoke with Allen a few times before leading him to another path.

What if she could also gain a new kind of power from the professor?

Since blessings can't save everyone, could she learn a method other than blessings?

In that case—would she still be kneeling here helplessly like she is today?

"Only a few left!"

Allen's shout interrupted Evelyn's thoughts. The swarm of insects that had once filled the passageway inside the stone door had been reduced by more than half thanks to the flames and the constant obstruction of the group. The ground was littered with charred insect shells, and the black threads that had been hidden inside the insects' bodies had also been burned to a grayish-black color by the flames.

Only a dozen or so of the largest water beetles remained, huddled deep inside the tunnel. But unexpectedly, they suddenly stopped and didn't rush out like before.

"Why isn't it moving?" The fisherman held up the stone and looked ahead warily.

Joseph frowned as well. Just moments ago, these insects seemed eager to devour them all, but now they were suddenly so quiet; something seemed off.

"Step back a little!" Joseph said.

Without asking any further questions, Allen immediately raised his shield and slowly retreated, while Brewster also gripped his dagger and retreated back outside the stone gate.

Just as Joseph had guessed, the remaining dozen or so swarming beetles deep in the passage suddenly began to convulse at the same time, and black lines emerged from their cracked shells and intertwined with each other.

"What is that?" The smile on Allen's face slowly disappeared.

Joseph was also curious about what it was.

The black lines gathered more and more, and the bodies of several molten beetles exploded as a whole, sending large amounts of black slime and shell fragments flying in all directions!

Allen immediately held his shield in front of everyone. After the debris slowly fell, the place where there had been more than a dozen Tide Beetles was now just a rolling black shadow.

The dark shadow rose slowly from the ground, with several thin, elongated things extending from both sides, like arms made of jointed tendrils. At the top, where it resembled a head, a thin, elongated crack slowly opened, and black water continuously seeped out from within.

The eye-like slit slowly turned towards the crowd, finally stopping on Joseph.

Joseph: "————" Why are you looking at him?

There are church knights, nuns, and a real royal academy professor here. How can you accurately find the weakest one among these obviously bad guys?

The shadowy figure raised an arm, and the black lines that had not yet completely extinguished immediately flew out from the insect corpses and pounced on Joseph!

"professor!"

Just as Allen was about to step in front, Joseph raised his hand, and several purple lines flew from his fingertips, wrapping around all the black lines in mid-air. But unexpectedly, as soon as the two lines made contact, the black lines, as if smelling food, quickly crawled towards Joseph along the purple lines!

Joseph's expression changed, and he immediately cut the purple line. The black line, having lost its target, fell into the fire and was quickly consumed by the remaining...

The flames were ignited.

The dark figure emitted a sound that was neither a scream nor a whisper, and moved forward again.

As soon as it moved, the remaining magic near the stone gate seemed to be forcibly pulled away by something, and even the short staff at Brewster's waist began to vibrate slightly.

"Don't use old magic!" Brewster warned immediately, "It's absorbing the surrounding magic!"

He can tell without you saying it, and he doesn't have any old magic to use either.

Joseph felt his mana dwindling, realizing this thing had appeared at a terrible time. He now only had enough mana for about two more rounds of Purple Thread and Furnace Light; as for White Taunt—

He glanced at the dark figure staring at him and figured that the skill was already in an automatic state, so there was no need to press it manually.

The shadowy figure raised its arm again, and this time, all the remaining black matter in the passage surged out from the ground, walls, and insect corpses, converging in mid-air to form a twisted hand that reached out to grab Joseph!

Joseph could only raise his hand again. The red-gold furnace light shone from his fingertips and went up along the purple line to meet it. The flames collided with the black palm, and the shadow opened the narrow slit to suck the furnace light into its body little by little!

Joseph's already limited magical power depleted even faster.

"Professor!" Allen was frantic but didn't dare rush over directly.

That dark figure can absorb magic power, and the protective blessing on its body might become its new food source if you get too close.

Brewster gripped the dagger in his hand, his eyes quickly scanning the area around the shadowy figure, but he couldn't find a place to get close.

Evelyn had also stood up from next to Luca.

A white light shone in her palm again, but seeing the dark shadow that was devouring the professor's magic, she hesitated to send the blessing over rashly.

If it weren't for the fact that the shadowy figure looked certain to catch them, Joseph would have liked to turn and run right now.

Let anyone want to be a hero; he just wants a big estate to retire and enjoy his old age!

He gritted his teeth to maintain the furnace light, and just when he felt that his magic power was about to run out, he suddenly discovered that the shadowy figure was not in much better condition than him. After absorbing the furnace light, its whole body began to shake, and tiny cracks appeared on the surface of its black outline, revealing a faint red-gold light inside.

Wait a minute, this thing seems to be able to consume old magic, but it can't digest his magic?

The black image also discovered the problem and immediately tried to spit out that part of the furnace light again.

"It's a bit too late to realize this now!"

Joseph no longer cared about conserving his energy. He poured all the last bit of magic power in his body into the Furnace Light spell slot and then into the shadowy body in one breath!