Chapter 326: Chapter 43 Second Ring Summit
Just as Richard was basking in the wondrous sensations the blood transformation brought him, his body underwent radical changes under the influence of that pool of blood.
While the soul of Evil Demon Bruno had not yet dissipated, this pool of blood was able to continuously devour the energy of Richard’s body like cancer under the guidance of the rules, then turn into proliferating flesh that gradually replaced Richard’s original flesh.
However, as Evil Demon Bruno’s soul was incinerated into nothingness by the Miracle Furnace, the rules he had obtained from the cancer of the flesh were also pocketed by Richard.
This situation instantly reversed.
With the rules now bless Richard’s flesh, it began wildly absorbing the cancerous flesh, which, without the rules’ blessing, had no power to resist.
In just a mont, the pool of blood along with its proliferated flesh, was completely devoured by Richard’s flesh.
And this was just the beginning.
The entanglent of the rules granted Richard a new ability—cocooning.
Rick now possessed an ability similar to an insect’s cocooning; when severely injured, he could maintain his life through cocooning. Otherwise, Richard could also choose to cocoon voluntarily to undergo “transformation.”
This “transformation” required sothing similar to a drug catalyst; once it began, Richard’s body would start evolving.
This evolution was similar to the Adaptation Body’s evolution, but it was much more intense.
And that pool of blood carrying Evil Demon Bruno was exactly such a “catalyst.”
The pool of blood contained the essence of the cancer of the flesh that had seeped through the sealing over the years, rich with abundant evolutionary material.
The cancer of the flesh wasn’t just aimlessly duplicating its body; it also had the capability to induce mutations in cells.
And this bore a wonderful resemblance to evolution.
After devouring the pool of blood rich in evolutionary material, fine white filants began to ooze from Richard’s body.
This made the nearby Witch Hunting Team tense imdiately.
“Damn it!” Kava angrily shouted, turning to look at the equally confused Magic Dwarves and grinding his teeth, “Listen up, you purple-skinned dwarves, if anything happens to the lord, I will definitely…”
Thump!
A fist of iron interrupted Kava’s next threat.
Makar withdrew his fist and bowed slightly to the High Priest, “Sorry, my companion is a bit too irritable.”
The High Priest waved his hand, indicating it was no trouble.
“I understand your feelings; the current situation is indeed a bit strange.
If you trust , I will communicate with the Dwarf King right away to check on Master Richard’s condition.”
“We’d be grateful for your assistance, Master,” they replied.
With a golden staff in hand, the High Priest chanted under his breath. The recent battle had consud quite a bit of the Power of Faith; the Dwarf King had entered hibernation, but to see clearly what was happening to Richard, he had to be woken up, sleep or no sleep.
Whether out of gratitude Richard had towards the Magic Dwarves or the four angry Fire Lizards present, he had to do it.
Soon, a flicker of light flashed in the eyes of the High Priest.
He opened his eyes wide, ticulously inspecting Richard once over, making the Fire Lizards standing beside feel as if they’d been thoroughly seen through.
A mont later, the flicker of light vanished, and the High Priest slowly said:
“Gentlen, Master Richard is not experiencing any issues. Quite the opposite, Master Richard is undergoing a transformation that is extrely beneficial for him.
You all need only wait here.”
Makar was montarily stunned, then bowed his head in reply:
“Thank you, Master.”
The white silk on Richard’s body grew longer and longer, eventually tightly wrapping Richard into an oval.
Then, these white filants started to expand outward, covering the ground like a blanket.
These white filants did not possess any parasitic properties; their only purpose in spreading was to absorb as much energy from the air as possible.
Streams of Magic Power were transmitted to Richard’s body through these white filants.
The Witch Hunting Team avoided these filants, and the Magic Dwarves chose not to leave either.
They stood by quietly, waiting for the end of this transformation.
The white silk grew longer and longer, eventually reaching the size of a soccer field. They continuously absorbed energy from the air, even causing gusts of Magic Power in the canyon.
Everyone could sense that Richard’s body was undergoing earth-shattering changes.
One day, two days, three days…ti flowed swiftly by.
In the blink of an eye, they arrived at the twentieth year of Richard’s transformation.
These years, neither the Witch Hunting Team nor the Magic Dwarves left the base of the mountains.
For them, although the environnt at the base of the mountains was sowhat harsh, it was not unbearable. Each Magic Dwarf was steadfast in mind, and to ascertain the condition of their benefactor, they could wait in one place for twenty years with little bother.
Before the white cocoon ford by Richard, the High Priest sat cross-legged in midair.
Suddenly, the High Priest opened his eyes.
At the sa mont, Makar approached the High Priest.
“Master Richard is about to awaken.”
No sooner had the High Priest spoken than a palm, delicate and pale, broke through the cocoon. Then, the cocoon was torn apart, and a robed Wizard erged, looking sowhat bewildered at his surroundings.
“What are these on …?”
Richard looked around in confusion; in his mory, after devouring the rules, he had watched the illusion of rules for a long ti.
Then, as the illusion dissipated, he left the Spirit Space.
The mont he ca out, he felt his body erupting like a volcano, ready to break through to beco a Three Rings Wizard at any mont.
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