Magic layered upon itself in an orderly fashion, like countless overlapping pictures, was the Thirteen Ring spell, the "Space Cage."
Fisher’s guess was right on the mark. Just as he was about to jump down, he saw a slender arm, folded up, suddenly extend from the pipe. The arm had no skin, just muscle, and it extended like a bamboo worm out of the pipe, reaching several meters in length.
How could that thing possibly fit inside such a small pipe, which also contained water, no less? Even though it wasn’t drinking water, did that mean all this time Saint Nali University had been using this creature’s bathwater?
That thing, like cotton stuffed in a straw, was transporting its body out section by section. When it finally emerged completely, it stood three to four meters tall, yet its body was extremely thin, resembling an enhanced version of a "Human Worm."
"What is... that monster?"
The monster, resembling a bamboo worm, had limbs that seemed cobbled together, and in the center, a small eye stared directly at Fisher above. The Magic Circuits glowing within that eye were a deep purple, indicating it once belonged to a Witch, but not Carlo. Otherwise, Carlo would have sensed this creature.
This was an Artificial Witch independent of the Witch Research Association!
"Is that the Witch Research Association’s Artificial Witch?"
No, that thing had only acquired a Witch’s eye to obtain engraving magic and a power akin to that of an Artificial Witch. Its essence had not changed; it was a biological weapon similar to the "Human Worm"...
It was an "artificial Artificial Witch."
The monster stretched its body and pushed the water pipe back into place, clearly intending to protect the Space Magic that trapped the cage. It was unclear where its voice came from, but when it spoke, it sounded eerily like a little girl.
But its appearance was so utterly revolting that it nearly made Luosang retch.
Behind them, numerous monsters clambered up the stones that had been sent flying, ready to catch up to Luosang and Fisher in no time. Fisher made a snap decision and turned back to Luosang, saying,
"You deal with the ones behind us, I’ll take care of the pipe."
"Alright, be careful!"
Prince Luosang and Fisher were in perfect sync—one immediately turned around while the other faced the monster below. The monster, like a little girl, began to wail, and from the joints of its limbs spewed a strange green fluid in all directions.
The fluid carried a pungent stench, and once Fisher twisted away, it swallowed up the stones behind him that had taken flight.
Does it have a corrosive ability?
A blade of the Fluid Sword sprang from Fisher’s right hand, slicing through the monster’s body with a swift and sharp motion. However, once an arm was severed, the creature merely picked it up, reattached it, and continued as before.
The speed of its recovery was beyond Fisher’s imagination; it was absurd how it could dismantle and reassemble itself like building blocks.
Were these the miracles of life, or was this thing simply too bizarre?
Fisher twisted his body to land on the ground, retrieving the Handcane with the Fluid Sword. Handcane in his left hand, Fluid Sword in his right, Fisher had recently been training with this method of combat.
Mainly because this Fluid Sword was just too convenient to use. He had almost forsaken his favorite Spinner, acting as if he were tired of the old and in love with the new. But when you think about it, magical items are too good not to use. If implemented in battle, it could be a significant advantage.
It would just take some time to get used to, and normally there wouldn’t be such opportunities. Now was perfect.
From different parts of the monster, slight whimpers could be heard. Fisher was momentarily taken aback, uncertain whether these sounds were meant to appeal to the audience’s compassion or if they served some other purpose. But when he attacked, he was ruthless, his Fluid Sword flailing wildly in an aggressive assault.
Seeing its own attacks fail, the creature shouted in frustration and rage. With its wounds multiplying, it was on the verge of being killed off.
But the next second, from the corner of Fisher’s eye, an unknown small, palm-sized worm emerged, darting quickly and burrowing into the monster’s body before him.
After that, the monster stiffened as if wound up. Its block-like parts trembled, and that single eye suddenly fixated on Fisher, but this time, the gaze was not vacant but rather calm.
Caught off guard by this sudden change, Fisher abruptly stopped his attack, staring down at the creature that now embodied a monster.
It reached out a hand, and the monsters in the room obeyed its command, swarming Prince Luosang and throwing him outside the banquet hall. The Gate slammed shut, leaving only Fisher and the standing monster in the room.
It only wants to see me?
Fisher didn’t attack again. The monster in front of him now gave off a different impression – it was no longer a witless beast. Ever since the miniature worm had entered, its behavior seemed very much like that of a...