Chapter 333 Giant Beast
Standing at the edge of the "ship" plane, I stared at the huge spatial rift in front of me that stretched across the void, constantly twisting and changing, radiating ominous fluctuations.
Blake took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the slight unease and regret in his heart, and his face regained the calm and rationality that belonged to a wizard.
To be fair, his preparations this time weren't actually that bad.
While custom-made magical artifacts can better suit one's own soul characteristics and offer better value for money, top-tier standard magical artifacts often provide greater assurance in terms of pure protective strength.
To ensure everything went smoothly, the two standard magical artifacts he purchased this time were both top-quality items among level six artifacts.
In terms of mental protection alone, it is probably even stronger than some custom-made items created by alchemists.
"My savings were depleted too much, and I only managed to buy three items in total... I hope that's enough." Blake sighed helplessly.
The information that was sent back from the other plane was from a level six wizard. It seems that level six mental protection should be sufficient to deal with most situations in this plane.
The problem is that he prepared too little "quantity".
This means he must be more cautious to avoid getting bogged down in a protracted battle or facing multiple psychological shocks at the same time.
However, for a soul-based wizard who lacks strong offensive capabilities, being overly cautious often means missing out on many valuable spoils.
Blake did a rough calculation in his mind. If he was unlucky, the gains from this interdimensional war might not be enough to cover the huge expense of purchasing these three magical artifacts.
"Hopefully, the protective effect of this magical artifact that Jemin gave me will last a little longer..." His gaze fell on the simple-looking wristband on his left wrist.
Inside the transparent crystal, the shimmering golden liquid flowed slowly, exuding a reassuring and stable aura.
With the contract in place, he wasn't worried that Jemin would deceive him on the basic functionality.
However, as is well known, even among those at level six, the difference in their upper and lower limits of strength can be enormous.
The other two items he bought at a high price were undoubtedly high-grade items among level six items.
As for Jemin, a wizard who created a magical artifact, even if he used some special materials and techniques to reach the level six threshold, he was most likely only at the entry level.
He himself had secretly tested the "Heart Barrier Bracers," and the protective effect was indeed quite good, effectively isolating him from several low- to medium-intensity soul illusions.
But every time he tested it, watching the golden liquid inside the crystal decrease at a visible rate, he felt heartbroken—those were all genuine military achievements!
As for what Jemin mentioned, the short-term resistance to seventh-level witchcraft and the early warning function against eighth-level witchcraft.
Lacking the necessary testing conditions, Blake largely disregarded it, treating it merely as an optimistic theoretical conjecture.
"However, the fact that Jemin, at level two, could create a magical artifact that touches the threshold of level six, even if it mainly relies on the properties of materials, shows that his technique is quite terrifying."
“After we get back this time, we can ask him what kind of magical artifacts he is good at making…” Blake was thinking when the cold voice of the expeditionary force commander transmitted through mental power to the minds of all the participating wizards, interrupting his thoughts.
There was no unnecessary mobilization; the orders were issued directly.
In an instant, various colored lights lit up at the edge of the ship's position.
The wizards activated their prepared mental defenses; some had shimmering crystals floating above their heads, some were surrounded by invisible mental barriers, and some, like Blake, wore special ornaments or bracers.
Following behind a massive number of cannon fodder units, figures transformed into streaks of light and resolutely charged toward the spatial rift that resembled the gaping maw of a giant beast.
Blake dared not delay and immediately activated a badge in his pocket engraved with intricate eye-shaped patterns—this was one of the two level-six protective magical artifacts he had purchased, the [Gaze of the Gazer].
A cool and stable spiritual force instantly enveloped his consciousness, forming a tough barrier.
At the same time, he habitually used the soul-based sorcery "Presence Diminishment" to make his presence inconspicuous among the many wizards.
Then it took off, flying into the bizarre and fantastical spatial rift along with the crowd.
As soon as he entered the rift passage, the expected feeling of being pulled apart by space came over him, but then, an unusually dizzy feeling suddenly assaulted his senses!
"Ugh!" Blake groaned, feeling as if his soul had been thrown into a high-speed spinning washing machine.
Amidst the distorted light and shadow and the chaotic sense of space, he seemed to hear an extremely faint "click" sound, as if it came from the depths of his soul.
"not good!"
Soul-type wizards are extremely sensitive to changes in their own state, and alarm bells rang in Blake's mind!
This is definitely not a normal spatial travel reaction!
He endured the discomfort and desperately tried to use his mental strength to stabilize his body.
A few breaths later, the intense dizziness subsided like a receding tide, and he found himself out of the spatial passage and in an... unusual space.
All around were endless, dark reddish-flesh-colored "rock walls" that were warm, soft, and slippery to the touch, and were even pulsating slightly.
Beneath their feet lay a pitch-black, cold "ground" as hard as a carapace.
Looking up, the tall "dome" is also made of wriggling flesh, resembling the abdominal wall of some kind of creature!
Blake immediately realized what was happening.
He wasn't teleported to some underground cave at all; instead, he was swallowed into the body of some enormous creature of unimaginable size!
Blake instantly realized that what had just happened was not an accidental spatial disturbance at all, but rather the predatory behavior of this unknown behemoth!
The exit of the spatial rift has probably been blocked by its "mouth"!
He immediately looked around and saw more wizards who had been "swallowed" in, just like him.
They drifted slowly down from mid-air like dumplings being dropped into a pot, but their state was extremely strange—their eyes were closed, and their faces wore smiles of immense satisfaction, peace, and even happiness, as if they were in the most beautiful dream, completely unaware of their own situation.
Immediately afterwards, the flesh and blood on the surrounding walls surged and churned, extending countless slippery tentacles with suction cups that precisely wrapped around the falling wizards, easily pulling them toward the flesh walls.
Flesh and blood writhed and enveloped the wizards like living things, slowly "merging" them into it, leaving only blurry humanoid outlines faintly visible on the surface of the flesh.
It's an illusion!
Powerful group hallucinogenic ability!
No, it's not just hallucinogenic ability; it probably also has an extremely strong ability to interfere with thought processes.
Seeing that some cannon fodder units, who theoretically had no intelligence and probably no soul, only biological instincts, were also gently letting the tentacles carry them away, Blake corrected his thoughts.
His heart pounded, and he immediately thought of the faint cracking sound he had just heard.
That must have been the sound of his activated [Gaze of the Vision] forming a level six mental barrier being forcibly shattered the moment he entered this place!
Could it be that what I am seeing and feeling now is also an illusion?
The thought sent chills down his spine.
But if this is an illusion, intended to lull people into a false sense of security so they can be devoured, then why is the scene he saw so distorted and terrifying?
Could his subconscious mind create such a "beautiful dream"?
wrong!
Blake suddenly realized something and subconsciously looked down at his left wrist.
There, the once simple and unadorned "Heart Barrier Wristband" was now emitting a stable and gentle white halo.
The golden liquid refined gold sealed inside the crystal, which was said to be able to sustain consumption for ten years, was rapidly decreasing at a rate visible to the naked eye!
Like ice and snow under the sun, it melts away rapidly!
This terrifying rate of energy consumption directly told him that at this moment, there was an enormous and bizarre force continuously assaulting his mental defenses!
The wristband is still functioning properly; it is faithfully fulfilling its duty of "isolation".
The terrifying illusions and mental interference that could instantly corrupt other wizards were firmly kept out of his consciousness.
The terrifying scene he saw inside the giant beast was probably... the bloody reality of this plane!
(End of this chapter)
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