Chapter 107: Space Witchcraft

In the courtyard, Xu Zhi organized the groceries he had bought from the supermarket in the kitchen, putting them into the fridge. Then he took the clothes out of the washing machine, carried the small laundry bucket, and hung them one by one on the clothesline next to the courtyard.

“So, there’s this kind of strategy? Abominations? These flesh-lump composite creatures still follow the path of the previous aggregated organisms, just on a smaller scale. Where evil god parts are insufficient, they use limbs from ordinary giant beasts as substitutes.”

Stitched beasts?

This is a very novel individual path; perhaps a new school, Necromancers, will emerge from it.

“And the Great Necropolis is a tombstone-based construction site for the undead swarm strategy. It’s like a plague of locusts, continuously breeding small muscle individuals, controlling the corpses of giant beasts in the forest, and creating an undead apocalypse. However, things are very difficult for them now, as this type of fixed-location necropolis, built for swarming, is constantly being driven away.”

The previous generation’s tech-based Zerg Overmind also followed the construction-base, swarm strategy. This one has a similar ingenious approach. However, it’s not a tech-based swarm strategy; it’s a supernatural biological swarm-disaster, like the Lich King’s plague of undeath. This model also broadened Xu Zhi’s horizons; it’s a completely new supernatural school, very aggressive, bringing not civilization but destruction.

“As for the last Dragon, it hasn’t manifested. It seems to be following a path of individual power.” Xu Zhi thought for a moment; he would have to wait and see its future performance.

As expected, these individuals, backed by research institutes, had achieved terrifying self-enhancements. Even a "muscle" species could create such intricate variations. Xu Zhi considered, “And they are very difficult to kill. The King always hides in the shadows, like a Lich from Western legends, where you’d have to find its hidden phylactery. This feeling of hitting cotton—the witches inside must be quite frustrated, too, right?”

At this moment, the Mother Nest transmitted a mechanical voice:

“The true surprise is on the other side. We also underestimated the potential of the Cube, this spore creature. The Cube has actually developed spatial witchcraft, a potential not inferior to that of a Cthulhu Evil God.”

“Spatial witchcraft? The Cube’s potential is not weaker than that artificial god!?” Xu Zhi was completely taken aback. “What’s going on?”

Xu Zhi picked up a damp T-shirt, put it on a hanger, and hung it to dry.

The Zerg Sub-Brain displayed an image. “It happened about eight years ago, shortly after the Mother Queen rode her electric scooter out to the county supermarket for groceries.”

Eight years ago, a few days after the Evil God was dismembered, in the Nefartiti Desert.

An aged woman, clad in a rose-patterned wizard’s robe and holding a talking, twisted black inkbox, strode across the vast, barren desert.

“Can you truly let me live a second life?”

Charlotte was already too old. She had been spirited and rebellious in her youth, but after the Alchemist Emperor’s return and two centuries of his reign, she had only recently been released. Now over two hundred years old, she was no longer young and was on the verge of death.

While the entire world’s attention was captivated by the Evil God’s arrival, Pan Yuxian’s progress was unexpectedly smooth. She arrived at Prison Island, the “Carlson Great Prison,” only to find that she didn’t need to rescue anyone. Emperor Medusa had already re-established her reign, and the members of the Rose Savior Society from back then had already been released.

Although Charlotte was released old and near death, she was, after all, a Level 6 Legendary Wizard. As Emperor Medusa’s confidante, she had also become the new overseer of Prison Island.

They continued through the desert for another half a day.

“Found it. Good thing we moved quickly; it hasn’t completely evaporated,” Pandora’s Box whispered, looking at a puddle of Phoenix Blood in the desert—the remnants of the Evil God’s injury to the Phoenix.

“Good thing those goofy players love taking screenshots and posting them online, or we’d never have found this place!”

Pan Yuxian secretly chuckled, “They’ve even started infighting, incredibly bold, now provoking the native gods. They got a good beating, which is perfect for my hidden development period. No one knows about my arrival as a transmigrator. I will act as a native and seal and strike down you evil gods from other worlds, restoring peace to this world!”

“This is Phoenix Blood?” Charlotte’s expression darkened.

Pandora’s Box quickly explained, “Did you bring all the materials I asked for? You’re a once-in-a-century genius at the Wizard Academy; you should be extremely proficient in alchemy and potionology. I have a formula here; you can brew the Second Bloodline Expansion Potion yourself.”

Although Charlotte had joined the Rose Savior Society, it was to research death witchcraft and resurrect her old friend Lucy. She maintained her purity, being a traditional witch without violent psychic energy, very peaceful, and thus naturally still capable of using alchemy.

Half a day later, after several failures, Charlotte drank the “Second Bloodline Expansion Potion.” She endured the intense, tearing pain throughout her body and regained her youthful physique, weeping with joy.

“Alright, now it’s your turn to help me.”

Pandora said, “Aren’t you skilled in alchemy? Engrave your ‘Mental Space’ spell on me, treating me as an alchemical construct, and then I will consume the Evil Eye Blood to become a wizard.”

Pan Yuxian could have obtained Evil Eye Blood much earlier, but her ambition was great, and she didn’t want to settle. In her view, her own race was still incomplete; it lacked the final link. It was most logical for alchemical spell patterns to be engraved upon her, making her an alchemical construct, and then for her to cultivate.

“Are you sure about this? Won’t you be in pain?” Charlotte asked.

Pan Yuxian shook her head. “Just think of it as a tattoo.”

Charlotte kept explaining, “My mental witchcraft creates a mental space, pulling the enemy’s consciousness into it. If you want it engraved on you, I don’t know what will happen.”

Charlotte continuously sketched precise and intricate alchemical spell patterns onto the magic box. “Perhaps this will become your talent! You are a living alchemical construct, and you can still cultivate. Your magic box can pull people’s minds into it.”

Having lived a second life, Charlotte was now an extremely powerful Level 6 Legendary Wizard, demonstrating formidable alchemical abilities. After another half day, she finally completed engraving the spell patterns onto the Cube.

Afterward, Pan Yuxian integrated the Evil Eye Blood into her body. The integration of the Evil Eye bloodline surprisingly caused her rectangular block body to deform, stretch, and gradually become slender, as if transforming into a peculiar longsword embryo.

“It’s a success.”

Both of them obtained what they needed and returned to the Great Prison.

Prison Island, the Carlson Great Prison, housed countless terrifying entities. The most recent batch of prisoners were the top experts who resisted Emperor Armin’s ascension to the throne. And more significantly, from the rebellion two hundred years ago, most of the wizards whose cultivation had been sealed and imprisoned had basically died of old age. However, some terrifying old monsters still survived.

Because their cultivation was sealed and suppressed, their bodily functions entered a state of self-sleep and dormancy, rarely waking more than once a week. This was similar to the situation with the Seven Little Witches earlier, which paradoxically allowed them to live longer than ordinary legendary wizards. Yet, they had lived for over two hundred years, and despite extended lifespans, they were now nearing the end of their lives.

Pan Yuxian appeared on Prison Island.

“How is this possible? A rectangular block can actually cultivate?”

“This intricate pattern… you have Charlotte’s mental space spell engraved on you? Answer my question quickly!!”

“Incredible! A living alchemical construct!”

“This might be a completely new field of witchcraft!”

In the prison, countless old wizards, confined in their cells, missing limbs and with broken legs, slowly opened their dormant eyes within their sealed states, their faces trembling as they looked at Pandora. Wizards, after all, are a group of people who explore truth. Even with their cultivation sealed and on the verge of death from old age, they still could not suppress their curiosity.