I Might As Well Quit This Lousy Wizard Profession

Chapter 163 - 163 155 Wooden Wolf Head (Seeking Monthly Ticket)

?Chapter 163: 155 Wooden Wolf Head (Seeking Monthly Ticket) Chapter 163: 155 Wooden Wolf Head (Seeking Monthly Ticket) Chen Xinmi was so proud that she couldn’t allow herself to do nothing.

Since her vision was filled with countless whirlpools, the only thing she could truly feel was the undulating rhythm of the beast beneath her, forcing her to focus all her attention on Lin An.

She quickly noticed something different.

“What is this?”

Frowning, she looked closely, gently placed her hand on the shoulder of the beast, and she could feel the powerful force of the muscles twisting as the beast moved swiftly.

So strong~
Oh~
But that’s not the point.

She swallowed hard, staring blankly at the shoulder where the muscles moved, the hand that stretched out from the loose sleeves of the wizard robe was so pale, with beautifully manicured nails painted black, matching so perfectly with the black and white pattern of the beast’s fur, so harmonious.

It was as if she was touching herself.

Yes, she felt like she could actually touch herself?

But this sensation came in waves, only a slender line, her fingertips gently moving through the beast’s fur, feeling just that.

She simply leaned forward and lay on the beast’s back, feeling the beast’s spine rise and fall with its muscles, her arm reaching out toward the beast’s right paw.

It was just…

So magical!

She felt as if she was touching parts of herself!

What kind of outrageous sensation was this?

The Supernatural World was so bizarre and fantastical, and she couldn’t possibly know everything. In fact, as she became the president of the Wizard Association, she came into contact with more exploratory materials from her predecessors, and felt increasingly ignorant.

It wasn’t possible that Lin An had chopped off one of her hands or collected a lot of her hair and tied it to his arm, was it?

Chen Xinmi instantly dismissed this ridiculous answer.

She speculated whether Lin An had tattooed the black cat portrait with her soul’s rhythm on his arm?

This…

Chen Xinmi’s phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, but she knew now was not the time to delve into this matter.

But at least for what to do next, she already had a breakthrough.

Right now she was sitting cross-legged on the beast’s back, bending down to lie on its back extremely flexibly, her wide wizard robe lightly dancing with the force of the beast, draped over it.

With a twist, the wizard robe collapsed.

Chen Xinmi seemed to have disappeared without a trace.

She infiltrated the area on the beast’s right arm that felt like her own, smooth as if blending water with milk.

…

Lin An’s situation was not good.

He had promised Miao Miao to help Chen Xinmi, and it was also for himself; he had to find a way to stop the Spirit World Aura from pouring into the kapok, Original Liu’s body, through Mr. Liu, the Grey Wolf Witch Ghoul.

The enemy becoming stronger was something he did not want to see.

But what he didn’t expect was how unreliable Chen Xinmi was. Good lord, he had carried her up only for her to release a few strengthening witchcrafts, and he was the one who had to do most of the attacking.

What made it worse was that the Antler Witch-Hunting Knight Order obviously had hunting skills targeted at his abilities.

Oil Painting Vortex Vision was not omnipotent.

After all, it had a range of influence.

When Lin An didn’t intend to rely on this skill to escape, it didn’t have much effect.

The Antler Witch Hunter Knights kept their distance, staying away from the interference of the Oil Painting Vortex Vision. Three of them surrounded Lin An and the Great Grey Wolf from afar.

Although from a distance they still seemed like a twisted image, unable to discern what was happening inside, this was sufficient for their purpose.

Everything in the Oil Painting Vortex was the enemy.

They knew it.

So it became simple, ranged attacks.

Terrifying waves of blade energy and arrows shot toward the twisted image, always hitting their prey.

Even though this would hack the Grey Wolf Witch Ghoul, which they had not so easily found and which was quite good, into pieces, at least they would also have resolved the situation.

Moreover, if they could take the opportunity to kill the wizard who sometimes turned into a black cat and sometimes a snow leopard, it would be killing two birds with one stone.

Lin An had to split his focus between the Great Grey Wolf, instinctively retaliating at close quarters, and the distant Witch Hunter Knights’ attacks.

The blade energies that did not slash their targets caused a commotion that could split a high-rise building in half from afar, turning it into dust and rubble in the Purgatory World; it was a vastly exaggerated effect.

Being hit, no, even being grazed by one, would result in a massive wound.

Luckily, with ranged attacks, Lin An could use his Sky Drifter Eyes to observe their attacks and ‘predict’ changes in his body’s position.

He maneuvered with difficulty.

It was even harder for the Great Grey Wolf.

Or rather, Mr. Liu.

Mr. Liu felt as if his entire being was being torn apart. Influenced by the Spirit Realm’s Spiritual Energy, every emotion and desire was erupting wildly, with memories that provoked his soul continuously replaying in his mind.

This stimulation made it much easier for his Spiritual Great Grey Wolf to wrest control of his body.

This was, after all, the normal process of turning into a Sorcerer Zombie.

But some ‘pine’ spirituality also leveraged the Spiritual Energy and joined the fray to seize his body.

Not only that, but as this stalemate continued, as well as the damage from the Witch Hunter Knights and Lin An, it seemed something was spreading over him.

It appeared to be a chunk of a banyan tree, as countless aerial roots began growing wildly over his body.

His body periodically turned wooden, and then fleshy again, as blood and pine resin clashed fiercely in veins and plant fibers, occasionally joined by some banyan tree sap.

Everything was a complete mess.

This enormous grey wolf, with pine trees growing on its back and banyan tree aerial roots sprouting from it, was so huge. Lin An weaved through the Knight’s glowing blades and shadows of swords, seizing opportunities to scratch at the grey wolf’s neck.

What a loss!

A huge loss!

Lin An felt some regret for getting involved this time.

The blood of the Sorcerer Zombie wasn’t of much benefit to him, as he hadn’t refined the Furnace spell, and he didn’t know how to use this spiritually-rich blood for casting.

He could feel the blood he swallowed influencing and eroding his own, thankfully it was just a tiny amount, which was quickly digested.

But because of that, he dared not dabble in such stuff anymore.

Chen Xinmi teased him for being greedy, but in truth, he had always known how to restrain himself best.

Spirituality, Spiritual Energy, and body fused together; this thing was not suitable for him.

‘Skinning Knife Skill’ was a sharp blade against the corpses of Witch Zombies, but against a living Witch Zombie, it was substantially less impressive.

Even with such skillful use of Skinning Knife Skill, in such a good state, and merging so many other abilities, he could only slightly scratch the Witch Zombie’s skin, allowing him to maintain balance on its body.

That was it.

Lin An knew what the difference was. Skinning Knife Skill was a battle of wits, and the living Witch Zombie’s mind, being nourished by the Spirit World Aura, was in a special state of savage growth.

He could even see the neck of the Grey Wolf, where he kept biting and creating wounds, was also slowly healing.

He…

Apparently, did not have the capability to deal with a Witch Zombie.

Just like a cheetah planning to hunt a rhinoceros, in the end, it could only return empty-handed.

That was the case even now with Mr. Liu in his special condition, his internal conflicts preventing him from attacking Lin An.

He, after all, was still too weak.

It was time to think of a way to escape!

Lin An made such a decision in an instant; this situation was not one he should meddle in, it was a bit too high-end for him.

The abilities he had mastered seemed to be just enough for self-protection.

Although for someone who had just become a formal Wizard and was still a Knight apprentice, achieving this level was impressive, he still felt discontented.

Lin An really wasn’t a greedy person.

He took a deep look at the Witch Zombie, whose body was swelling more and more, shook his head, and had made up his mind.

The wind was picking up—time to bail!

Goodbye~
Sky Drifter Eyes quickly analyzed the attack rhythms of the Witch Hunter Knights, looking for the chance to leave.

As for escaping the battlefield, that was actually quite simple for him.

Just then, a strange feeling extended from his shoulder all the way down to his wrist.

The sensation was extremely unique.

It was as if someone were wrapping around his arm, their body sliding along his limb, particularly…

Umm…

It was somewhat smooth and tender…

Lin An wore a puzzled expression but quickly realized it was that red string.

It seemed that Chen Xinmi was spreading along the red string, expanding upon her own arm.

“Boom~”
A tremendous noise suddenly burst forth.

Lin An’s eyes widened in disbelief as he watched strands of bizarre red matter extend toward his arm.

They sprayed out.

Some were like thin, twisting ropes; others were wide and sharp like blades; still others were like spikes…
These huge, spraying objects extending from his wrist were a vivid blood red, looking like soft, jelly-like coagulated blood, yet seemingly as strong and powerful as steel.

In an instant, a series of blood-red extensions, like knives, spikes, arrows, and spears, dismembered the large grey wolf before him.

Yes, just like that, it was instantly torn into countless pieces!

The Sorcerer Zombie didn’t even have time to let out a final scream in this world before it was dead.

Dead beyond dead, instantly dismembered.

The blood-red extensions quickly sprang out and retracted, curling up the heart of the grey wolf and traveling along his arm, reappearing at his back.

Under the Sky Drifter Eyes’ vision, a shapely figure suddenly ballooned out from the flowing wizard robe on his back.

Chen Xinmi sat up again, her left hand holding a still-beating heart, a satisfied look in her phoenix eyes as she admired the heart, her right hand trembling slightly as she brought a cigarette to her lips, but it ended up weakly bumping against her cheek.

“That wolf head is good stuff; if you can take it with you, do so. I’ll help you craft a witchcraft tool,” she said.

Lin An’s eyes lit up, and he quickly twisted his body in midair, biting down on the grey wolf’s head and transforming into a bolt of lightning as he burst into the pile of Sorcerer Zombie pieces, using the huge body to hide briefly before instantly teleporting a kilometer away.

Then he didn’t stop, stepping through space and fleeing in the direction opposite Yunlu Mountain.

He noticed a very strange phenomenon.

The grey wolf head in his mouth was actually wooden, and from the vaguely remaining animal vascular structure of the grey wolf flowed some translucent resin which turned into aerial roots of a banyan tree as it dripped down.

Clearly, in this gamble for bodily control by seizing the spirit, the pine spirit didn’t win, the Grey Wolf Spirituality didn’t win; it was the Spirituality of the Great Banyan Tree that won.

The Original Liu was indeed awesome.

But Original Liu, the ‘Kapok’ male wizard, didn’t see it that way.

Under the siege of the Witch Hunter Knights, he let out a piercing howl, feeling somewhat lost, as if he had lost something.

The avatar that existed outside of the body collecting Spirit World Aura brought him a great deal of ‘processed spiritual energy,’ but it was also because of this avatar that he lost something he didn’t even know he had lost.

All he knew was that the avatar had died.

That avatar, which he always despised and felt disgusted by, the one that now brought him great benefits, was dead!

Completely dead!

A balance of gains and losses, as if predestined.

“I’m the master of my own fate, not the heavens! How can I be content with destiny!” he roared furiously, spiritual energy surged, and layers upon layers of witchcraft unfolded.

In the Supernatural World, whether wizards or Witch Hunter Knights, there has never been a concept of resigning to fate!

Kill!

Mr. Liu, an old-timer, chanted ‘kill’ with his mouth, his emotions surging with rage and reluctance, but his actions were already geared towards making an escape.