487: Chapter 216: Insiders Fight Among Themselves, Outsiders Compete with Outsiders 487: Chapter 216: Insiders Fight Among Themselves, Outsiders Compete with Outsiders Veronica was sowhat frazzled with concern, but seeing that Wayne was unhard, with no wounds beneath his torn clothes, she hastily closed her eyes.
It wasn’t because she had seen sothing, but because the Succubus in her peripheral vision was too conspicuous, continuously emanating fatal seduction.
Wayne, holding The Forgotten’s head, flung it toward the Succubus.
The mont the head left his grasp, the hair on it stretched and entwined, binding tightly around Wayne’s wrist.
This hair was shaped by The Forgotten’s chaotic thoughts, with its mad thoughts altering the physical form, pushing The Forgotten’s being closer to the Void.
For reference, take the case of the Legendary Mage Marshall, that egg trader.
The Forgotten’s long hair, like a living thing, wrapped around Wayne’s arm, with strands burrowing under the skin, seeking flesh to parasitize, causing raised veins to bulge on Wayne’s arm, writhing beneath the skin like worms.
Wayne lifted his hand, looking at the head dangling from it.
The Forgotten’s devout features blurred as a lump of brain was squeezed from its body, along with the hair turning into white at sludge, pouring into Wayne.
On the other hand, the headless torso embraced Wayne from behind, body collapsing into white foam and rging with Wayne’s skin, sticking together like glue.
“Roar roar roar!”
Under the Succubus’s control, the remaining Forgotten rushed forward.
All of them expelled their brains, abandoning their last bit of sanity, as flesh, bones, and viscera dissolved into white foam, enveloping Wayne’s hands, feet, and body, encasing him in a large white atball.
“Austin, save !”
Wayne shouted and called out before a cry of ‘ah’ escaped him as his entire face was subrged in the foam, becoming completely still.
Veronica was shocked, her fingertips overflowing with Faith Magic, as she rushed forward to save him.
Austin didn’t stop her, watching expressionlessly as his daughter plunged into the white flesh mass, toying with an Ancient Silver Coin, completely unflustered.
The Forgotten who fell into the Void abandoned their last shred of sanity, allowing the knowledge of the Void to alter themselves.
In the research topics of the Magic Departnt, this process is referred to as evolution.
An uncontrollable and erroneous evolution.
Knowledge drove their thoughts mad, and then through those thoughts, reshaped the Essence of Life, Silver Cross, Golden Triangle, every balance completely collapsed.
At this point, the Mage was nothing, a total failure in evolution, terd by the Magic Realm as Void Wanderer.
Wandering between the realm of man and the Void, holess, only following the instinct to consu and devour.
According to the research hypothesis, the Wanderers that transford from The Forgotten still had the potential for clarity, and after an erroneous evolution, there was still one path of evolution left for the Wanderer.
Star Beast!
The Wanderer, as a source of contamination, dragged the parasitic life forms into chaos with its disorderly thoughts, which is to say, consuming, assimilating, and rging the multitude of chaotic thoughts together until completely rged with The Great Void Cosmos, becoming a life form that can traverse the sea of knowledge.
Life forms unaffected by the Void always have one example— the Star Beast.
Of course, the above is just a hypothesis.
Neither Planck, the expert on The Forgotten, nor Borne, the expert on Star Beasts, have witnessed the complete process of evolution.
When the Wanderer is thrown into the Void, their thoughts are contaminated by knowledge once again, with varying durations of persistence, but the outco is always the collapse of thought and the dispersal of the body.
Perhaps sothing is still missing.
But I digress, back to the main point.
The contaminating power of the Wanderer is extrely strong, only second to The Great Void Cosmos and the flesh of the Star Beast.
However, to say it could contaminate Wayne’s mind, Austin wouldn’t believe it if you killed him.
The evolutionary path of the Protogenos Bloodline emulates the Ancient Gods, and no amount of Wanderers on top could change anything, as recognized by the phrase in the Magic Realm— “Low-level evolution cannot affect high-level evolution.”
Austin has the best example by his side, Dragon Blood.
Hefei, as the High Priest of the Naturalism Church, masters many of the Faith Magic of the Life Alliance, nature, the sun, moonlight, more or less knows so, but her evolutionary path from the beginning is not Elf, strictly adhering to the Dragon Blood route to advance steadily.
Giant Dragon ranks above Elf!
Of course, whether it’s contamination or evolution, both strictly follow the iron law of the stronger always being stronger.
That Giant Dragons rank above Elves depends on what kind of Giant Dragon and what kind of Elf.
If a Goddess-level Elf is personally guiding the evolution, then Hefei’s Dragon Blood isn’t up to par.
As far as Austin knew, Wayne had bet his own Protogenos Bloodline on the Ancient Gods, even if it was just mimicking shapes, even if only a few external features were plagiarized, the Wanderer could not contaminate him.
They don’t have the capacity to know, right!
Thus, at first glance, Wayne seems to be surrounded by Wanderers, but in reality, who is surrounding whom is not yet certain!
Wayne wanted to force Austin to take action, to show his true self, and Austin was well aware of it.
That’s exactly what he was thinking!
He was a step slower than Wayne, not rushing toward The Forgotten imdiately.
Looking at the eager Succubus opposite, Austin gripped his Ancient Silver Coin tightly, knowing the enemy was powerful, without gan to protect him, his frail Silver Mage being would likely be captured and held in a dungeon to be a Star Slave.
But not to worry!
Austin had long prepared for similar predicants, customizing a series of plans for situations where gan wasn’t present.
His abilities were straightforward and brutal, he had money.
A dark glint danced in Austin’s eyes as he parted the veil to the Dark Domain behind him, a deck of playing cards falling into his palm.
Normal-sized playing cards, each one a Magic Tool, with the Tulip Family Crest of the Randao Family illustrated on the back, forged from magical materials that Austin had embezzled…
ahem, balanced out over many years.
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