Ancient Wizards Return to Hogwarts...

Chapter 477 The Blessing of the "Loving Father"

As the monster lunged at him, Rice sighed: Another guy who likes hand-to-hand combat.

He could feel the blood surging within him, and with a thought, he easily suppressed the strange movement. Then, he raised his hand and cast a barrier spell, blocking the oncoming monster in front of him.

As if he had crashed into a transparent wall of air, Boiling Blood cried out in alarm.

He had just used his most powerful ability: Blood Boiling. But this move, which had always been invincible, was useless today; his opponent neutralized it without even blinking.

Furthermore, Boiling Blood's plan to get close and fish in troubled waters, hoping to succeed by even touching the opponent, was ruined by an obstacle spell. He felt that he should now create distance and use ranged attacks.

If the attack frequency is high enough, you'll eventually manage to hit him, right?

His approach was correct. He was far inferior to Rice in terms of raw skill, and his talent was also countered; under normal circumstances, he had absolutely no chance of defeating him. He could only rely on the strategy of "winning by landing one hit."

But when he created distance, Rice also fully expanded his territory.

The ground beneath Rice's feet became muddy, and the air became thick with moisture.

Boiling Blood took a step back and jumped back five or six meters.

He half-squatted on the ground, and one after another, the pustules on his body burst open, the pus inside floating in the air, ready to be ejected in the next second.

This was a move he had figured out on his own. If an ordinary person were to come into contact with the venom from this pus-filled sac, at best their flesh would rot and bones would be pierced, and at worst they would die from the poison. Moreover, this move had an extremely wide attack range, making it highly likely that it would graz his beloved father.

Boiling Blood spread his hands, and the pus transformed into countless fine needles under his control. At first glance, he appeared to be surrounded by a layer of green mist. Upon closer inspection, this green mist was actually composed of tens of thousands of poisonous needles.

"Go!" Boiling Blood pushed forward with both hands.

In his mind, the poison needles would rush towards his loving father, launching a 360-degree attack on him without any blind spots.

With so many needles, you only need to hit one to win!

But after he gave the order, the poison needles didn't react at all. Boiling Blood looked up in confusion, only to find that the poison needles had suddenly lunged at him.

Boiling blood:?

Before he could react, his body was riddled with tens of thousands of poisoned needles.

Since the poison on the needle is actually his bodily fluid, there is no risk of poisoning, but the physical damage from the needle itself should not be underestimated.

In just one exchange, Boiling Blood lost the ability to resist.

The moisture in the air and the remaining venom formed a crescent-shaped blade, which, with a gentle twist, severed the head of the boiling blood.

Rice held the bloodied head in his hand and said with a smile, "It's over. Looks like you lost. But don't be discouraged, my abilities are actually quite effective against you."

This is true. Whether it's blood control or manipulating liquid to form poison needles, Boiling Blood's ability is a perfect substitute for Rice's, and therefore he completely counters it.

The infected individuals possess extremely strong vitality. An ordinary person would have died long ago if their head were chopped off, but Boiling Blood can still speak.

"I..." The head of boiling blood opened its mouth and uttered a few words.

Rice lowered his head, curious about what else this guy wanted to say.

"...I haven't lost yet." As he said this, a plume of hot smoke suddenly shot out from the "chimney" above his head.

Because Rice was holding Boiling Blood's head in his hand at that moment, the hot smoke from Boiling Blood's head caught Rice off guard and actually burned Rice's palm.

"Hahaha!" Seeing that he had finally succeeded, Fei Xue laughed happily, while the last bit of life in his body was rapidly dissipating.

Rice shook his head helplessly: This guy actually did it.

Now that Boiling Blood has completed the task he set in advance, he can receive a reward from himself.

Rice raised his hand, summoning Boiling Blood's body back to him, and then placed his head back on top. At the same time, he used his magic to stop Boiling Blood's blood from flowing out of the wounds.

However, Rice was not a wizard skilled in medicine, and everything he did could not stop the other person's life force from fading away.

Seeing this, Rice could only take out the first Plague Potion and pour it onto his wound.

He didn't think it would have any effect.

After countless mutations, the original potion and the plague caused by Boiling Blood are practically two different things. Rhys didn't think this stuff would be of any help to Boiling Blood in its current state.

However, an astonishing scene unfolded.

The moment the potion touched the Boiling Blood wound, his body reacted as if a pot of soup were boiling, with bubbles of all sizes rising to the surface.

The bubbles burst, and the pus inside flowed out.

These venomous substances, which would be disgusting to outsiders and extremely harmful to health, have become the source of life for those with boiling blood.

After the venom flowed into the wound, Rice was shocked to see that his head had reconnected to his body, and the slowly dissipating aura had re-condensed.

"A miracle of life." That's the only interpretation Rice has.

He felt as if his potion had evolved into something incredible in the alchemy world.

A few minutes later, Boiling Blood opened his eyes again. He had fully recovered and his strength seemed to have increased considerably.

"Thank you for your blessing, Father!" He knelt on the ground excitedly and kowtowed several times.

Rice looked at him with a complicated expression, unsure of what to say.

It turns out I really can bless the infected in the alchemy world...

But this makes no sense!

His mission is to kill all the powerful beings in the alchemy world so that Rowena can reboot it. In other words, the more "blessings" he bestows, the greater his workload becomes.

As for driving the infected to hunt down humans in the Alchemy World, even setting aside whether the infected would listen to him, the efficiency factor alone was enough to make him abandon the idea.

"There's no need to thank me, you deserve it." With a flick of his magic, Rice stopped Boiling Blood from kowtowing any further.

"Tell me where all the powerful humans are now."

Boiling Blood's face lit up with surprise: "Could it be that you...?"

"Yes, that's why I came back here. Tell me their location." Rice's expression was calm. He felt that Boiling Blood, this native, should know the locations of those powerful figures better than he did. With him pointing the way, he could save a lot of time.

The fact that the benevolent father was willing to intervene against those who refused to receive blessings suited Boiling Blood perfectly. He immediately took out a map and marked the activity areas of several famous human powerhouses for the benevolent father.

Boiling Blood understood that the reappearance of the compassionate father meant that the world was about to change.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

This is the second update; the next one will be a little later.

(End of this chapter)