The Vastness of Magi Chapter 162 - 162 2 Puppet

??Chapter 162: Chapter 2: Puppet

Chapter 162: Chapter 2: Puppet

Seeing the mix of surprise and disdain on the faces of both, the usually indifferent Rebry also felt a touch of embarrassnt.

Such a shoddy product indeed tarnished his reputation.

Mages capable of creating puppets should be scholars of considerable accomplishnt in painting, sculpture, and literary arts, with near-exacting standards for their own creations and a strict adherence to principles.

Adhering to a policy of quality over quantity, even if so mages can scarcely create a few successful puppets in their lifeti, they would not compromise the puppeteer mage’s standards for transient satisfaction, all to defend the dignity of puppeteer mages, which says a lot about their demands for the puppets.

Yet what stood before him was sothing he had cobbled together in a matter of days; it could not compare in material to those formal puppets, and the craftsmanship was plainly rushed, indeed making a bit of a laughingstock of himself.

But the timing for this exploration simply could not be delayed, and a puppet was indeed the best vanguard for such occasions. It really put him in a tough spot.

With a ntal suggestion, the puppet already began to move forward deftly, its watchful gaze giving the impression of a high-level thief.

In its left hand was a small round shield with a lion head in the center, baring fangs in a formidable pose. Kor, however, was skeptical about whether this shield, of the sa material as the puppet’s body, could withstand external blows.

In its right hand was a bronze long sword that looked quite imposing, but the hand erging from between the neck and back seed rather out of place, and the short sword it swung looked more like a decoration. It was unclear if this design served any other purpose.

As the puppet stepped into the gate-hole, it was very cautious—or rather, it was very cautious under Rebry’s control.

According to castle construction regulations, there would certainly be defensive chanisms within the gate-hole to prevent enemies from invading at will. The puppet waving its round shield and long sword as if to embolden itself seed comical and endearing in Kor’s eyes.

He hadn’t expected Rebry to imbue such a lively personality into the puppet, which could enhance its adaptability and perceptiveness. However, it required the use of extrely precious magic crystals as the puppet’s spiritual core, since only such materials could store the ntal traits infused by the mage.

Not straying from the trio’s expectations, as the puppet almost exited the gate-hole, two large hanging locks thunderously dropped down, segregating it within the dark passage. The flustered puppet quickly cald down under Rebry’s ntal prompting.

The dark fence and hanging lock had obviously been triggered by the puppet’s contact with so chanism, paradoxically invisible to magical detection. In such tis, the puppet undertook the dangers that the caster should face, especially while trapped where further attacks often ensued—though it seed there were no other forms of assault this ti.

The Dark Knight lightly touched the fence and hanging lock, scrutinizing the material carefully, then stepped back. The long sword at his waist flashed with a brilliant silver light, followed by a loud crash, reducing the hanging lock to rubble before their eyes.

Kor looked sowhat regretfully at the destroyed hanging lock. If Puber were here, he would likely be beating his chest and stomping his feet in frustration. Everything in the castle, soon to be his abode, would beco his property, and such destruction by force did not align with his interests.

Yet with no other ans to open this chanism, which could only be unlocked from the inside, Kor could only shrug his shoulders in resignation.

After dealing with another hanging lock in the sa manner, a deep, dark cave revealed itself before the three and the puppet.

Rebry conjured another Light Ball Illumination Technique, instantly brightening the entire dark cave. In reality, the cave was a zigzagging corridor leading, perhaps, to the Legendary Archangel Square.

Every three ters along the corridor walls were columnar copper lamps, now dark with verdigris and covered in dust-obscured glass decorations, scarcely discernible, yet they hinted at the castle’s forr splendor.

The puppet, swaying its body, led the way. Kor’s Spiritual Sense remained vigilant, not daring to slack in the slightest. Although he instinctively felt this expedition might yield nothing, intuition was hard to trust. A ntal premonition could change everything, so he dared not be careless, especially in a place known as the cursed land of the demon god.

After traversing the dark passage of over ten ters, even Kor could sense the emotional relief emanating from the two ahead. But just at that mont, a sudden change occurred.

Countless shadows sliced through the air, emitting sharp, eerie shrieks.

Kor’s pupils contracted, and utilizing the dim light, he instantly perceived the abnormality. Throwing his head back, he felt a cold, fishy breeze skim across his cheek. His Magic Scroll at his waist pulled open violently, and the imnse Light Protection Magic abruptly surged around him.

The incoming shadows were repelled by the Light Shield. This was a piece of Light Series protection magic Kor had customized against sudden physical attacks. The incantations were too cumberso, so Kor had made it into a Magic Scroll instead, with the pull-ring hanging on his wrist for imdiate activation.