Chapter 531 Damned Witch
Giant Brain Gazlowe still underestimated Alice.
In all seriousness, the most powerful individual of Greem’s faction wasn’t Second Grade Greem. It was Alice, who only had the strength of a newly-advanced First Grade.
It was sothing that outsiders were unlikely to understand. Even within Greem’s faction, the only ones that understood this was Greem, Alice, and Mary.
The terror of the Witch of Fate’s innate abilities was sothing that could not be comprehended by soone who had not experienced it. They weren’t weak because the planar laws had robbed them of their ability to fight. Quite the contrary, it was because of how terrifying their innate ability was that the will of the world would not allow them to possess combat ability on top of their talent for Fate.
A profession that even the will of the world felt a need to place limitations on; did that still not make it terrifying enough?
The Goblin Plane had no similar profession, nor was the information that Gazlowe got from Sabrina’s mory sufficiently comprehensive. As a result, he used the sa thods as he would use against an ordinary enemy to deal with Alice.
Alice casually avoided all of the enemy’s attacks with her rapid flashes of teleportation. Alice could only sigh and start working her magic when she saw the enemy wouldn’t play along.
She flashed and appeared behind a group of researchers. She opened her hands, and a delicate alchemical bomb appeared in them.
Alchemical bomb?
Gazlowe’s powerful Spirit quickly scanned and recognized the item in Alice’s hand. It was a small alchemical explosive unique to the Goblin Plane– an alchemical bomb!
This sort of alchemical bomb had no magic energy effect and couldn’t cause any elentium damage. The only things the weapon had going for it were shockwaves and shrapnel damage from its explosion. An initial estimation of its destructive power put it at five points; even lower than a spell from a beginner apprentice.
If it weren’t for the lack of a vocal organ, Giant Brain Gazlowe would’ve started laughing at the sight of the enemy taking out such a crude ans of attack.
He was currently Third Grade, and five points of physical damage wouldn’t be enough even to scratch it. Disregarding himself, even the space furnace wouldn’t be afraid of such pathetic damage.
It was important to note that the Queyras alloy the space furnace was forged with had physical defenses that could tolerate attacks up to a thousand points. If one intended to use alchemical bombs to destroy the space furnace, they had best prepare a literal mountain of such explosives.
Just as Giant Brain Gazlowe let down his guard and was prepared to drown the enemy in a storm of attacks, Alice put her hands together. A familiar white light flashed as the alchemical bomb vanished.
Giant Brain Gazlowe’s control over the underground space had reached an almost perfect level after this buffer period. Thus, it managed to find the new location of the alchemical bomb in less than a tenth of a second.
Dammit!
Gazlowe’s Spirit imdiately shifted to the inside of the space furnace; a small explosion had just ended in there. The spatial turbulence caused by the blast had resulted in the barely tad magical energies going berserk once more.
The area within the space furnace was considerable. Turbulence caused by the alchemical bomb was like a tiny wave splashing in a raging sea. It was devoured by the flood of magic the mont it appeared. However, this backflow turbulence had still disrupted the changes to the energy tides within the furnace. It caused the magic energy’s regular impacts against the inner walls of the furnace to increase by just that much more.
Gazlowe had already assimilated most of the space furnace. This large tal cylinder had now beco a source of endless energy for himself. It was much like a human heart, where even a slight backflow of blood would cause discomfort to the owner.
The explosion of an alchemical heart had to be sowhat stronger than a backflow of blood!
Twenty or thirty neighboring neurons in Gazlowe’s massive brain of a body were suddenly burned to ashes. He couldn’t help but grunt in pain. However, this was a small number compared to the millions of neurons in a brain. This much damage would be repaired in a matter of two or three seconds.
However, Alice couldn’t allow Gazlowe to call upon his life force and nd his brain so casually. She smiled coldly and waved both of her hands. She simultaneously threw five alchemical bombs into the space furnace.
That also indirectly reflected her power!
No other adept could do this even if they wanted to. Even Greem would first have to break that tough tal cylinder if he wished to attack the space furnace. Only Alice could so easily attack the space furnace through her strange spatial teleportation powers and her ability to use her Fate talents to lock on to a spatial coordinate within it.
Both of these factors combined was what allowed Alice to attack the magic energy inside the space furnace so easily. The magic energies were now equivalent to the ’blood’ in Gazlowe’s body.
Giant Brain Gazlowe was relying on his powerful ntal consciousness and endless magic energy supply to successfully control the Steel Capital. Otherwise, he would never be able to move this giant Steel Capital that weighed over a million tons with just his ntal powers.
He first needed to assimilate the space furnace and mark all of the magic energy being put out with his unique soul brand. As the magical energy seeped into every corner of the Steel Capital, he would be able to control this mountainous ’body’ as if it were its own.
Yet at this mont, sothing had happened to its most important heart. How could this not scare Gazlowe?
The multiple alchemical bomb detonations were like sharp needles, causing stinging pain right in his heart. Even though this amount of damage was yet insufficient to threaten his life, who knew what else the witch would pull out with her hands.
Just as Gazlowe was trembling with fear, Alice flipped her wrists. This ti, it wasn’t an alchemical bomb that appeared in her hand. It was a fearso explosive chicken.
If the alchemical bomb could only deal five points of damage, an explosive chicken could deal fifteen points of damage. If Alice were allowed to stuff this explosive chicken into the space furnace, it would no longer be needles stabbing at Gazlowe’s heart. It would be a gleaming dagger.
"Stop!"
Giant Brain Gazlowe’s released a loud and furious roar in the form of a ntal fluctuation. Apart from Alice, everyone else in the underground hall was only a goblin researcher with beginner-apprentice level bodily attributes. They couldn’t possibly endure a sonic attack of this intensity.
Red streaks of blood crawled out of all of their orifices as they silently collapsed to the ground.
Gazlowe’s roar hadn’t been ant as an attack against the witch. He simply hadn’t managed to control the strength of the shout. However, his Third Grade strength made even the aftershock of his emotions intolerable for ordinary creatures like goblins.
"Are you talking to ?" Alice tilted her head and stared at the giant brain coldly, "I really dislike your attitude, so... "
The explosive chicken disappeared in a flash of white light.
The next second, Giant Brain Gazlowe grunted in pain. Deep inside his brain, away from the eyes of any other individual, nearly a hundred of the neurons that supported his massive ntal consciousness exploded into blood paste.
How could Gazlowe take this lying down, especially after he had just gotten his hands on such trendous ntal powers? A massive tide of Spirit that was almost solid radiated out of his enormous brain-body. As he was trying his best to adjust his ntal frequency and turn this tide of Spirit into a storm of psychic spells, his one dozen brain nerves suddenly froze in midair.
The mischievously smirking Alice stood in the distance and made multiple grabbing motions with her hand. Eight explosive chickens appeared all at once. These explosive chickens were all engulfed in a blinding blanket of white light. Any slight movent and there was no doubt all of these explosive chickens would appear in Gazlowe’s ’heart.’
Shit, damn, ****...
Gazlowe was choking in anger, but there was nothing he could do. He desperately wanted to curse at this witch with the most toxic and wicked swear words of the Goblin Plane. More than that, he desired to blast her into pieces with the ntal spells in his ’hands.’ However, he had no choice but to slowly and carefully disperse the massive power he had gathered before ntally communicating with the witch with his calst, most gentle tone.
No one knew how or what the two were negotiating, but even an outsider could tell that the discussion was going well. Sadly, there wasn’t a single goblin left in this room who could see this happening.
The brain and the witch seed to be having an amicable discussion, but there was great danger lurking beneath.
She might have used this thod to force Gazlowe to bow before her, but the giant brain still had imnse power that distressed her. If Alice showed a single flaw, there was no doubt that Gazlowe would take full advantage of the opportunity. He would kill her in the shortest ti possible, even if he had to pay a hefty price for it.
That was why Alice’s heartstrings were still suspended tightly, even after countless affirmations and promises on Gazlowe’s part. In fact, her guard against the giant brain had only grown even stricter.
As their battle took a temporary pause, the struggle in the ritual hall had also co to a conclusion.
Sabrina had died in front of Greem, the remaining flesh of her body burnt to ashes. Only so alchemical parts remained on the ground. The Second Grade magical machine that Tigule piloted had also been slagged into tal putty. A giant hole had been burned through the tal plate that protected the chanic. Tigule lied upon the ground, charred black and unconscious.
The other goblins had also turned into minced bits and tal components.
On the other hand, even as a Second Grade adept, there was no way Greem could have co out unscathed in a battle against a fearless army of goblins. Not to ntion the fact that a Second Grade magical machine and a powerful chanical adept like Sabrina were mixed with the army.
As such, Greem had also sustained fairly heavy wounds!
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