r18novel Chapter 875 249: Morgan: This Is Hilarious
Chapter 875 249: Morgan: This Is Hilarious
The charred trunks pointed towards the sky like giant fingers struck by lightning.
Among them floated magical ashes that hadn't completely burned.
Ian stood amidst the ruins of the Black Forest, which he had burned to the ground. Thick smoke drifted slowly above the ruins, lingering like a ghost, adding further eeriness to the desolate land.
Just as the Old Witch fled and he turned back.
He saw an extraordinarily beautiful woman with a magnificent crown on her head, woven from dark silver metal, adorned not with gemstones but with miniature stars.
They were slowly and truly revolving.
Compared to the crown.
The woman wore a simple white dress, but upon closer inspection, one would realize the material was neither silk nor linen, something Ian couldn't discern.
Or perhaps it was power.
With her graceful steps, the moving path of the stars appeared and disappeared on the hem of her dress.
"Intruder."
The woman's face was extraordinarily beautiful— not the kind of beauty that could seduce like a Succubus, but a beauty reminiscent of glaciers and diamonds, cold and breathtaking.
As she moved, a surprising scene unfolded: in the ruins of the burnt Black Forest, those twisted trees seemed to have been cast with a Reviving Spell, sprouting tender black shoots that quickly grew; even the dark flora began to emerge from the ground, unfolding its branches and leaves, restoring vitality in the blink of an eye.
This sinister forest, against her backdrop, seemed to have been imbued with new life. Blood-red flowers bloomed on the ground, their petals covered with black veins, resembling human eyes in motion. It must be said, the plants here were extremely dark, contrasting sharply with the sacred aura emanating from the woman.
Like watering carnivorous plants with church holy water, or planting a rose garden in a cemetery. Ian's temples throbbed, the tip of his magic wand trembled slightly.
He sensed a terrifying pressure emanating from the woman.
Like... facing the Gods.
However.
Despite this, Ian still pointed his magic wand at the woman. He couldn't help it; she made his spine chill, and he instinctively felt an incredibly dangerous terror.
The visitor was indeed not friendly.
"Commendable courage, a legend of the End of the Dharma Era."
Obviously, the woman, through this Casting Prop, had realized the era Ian lived in. Her gaze fell upon Ian's magic wand, her silver pupils contracted into thin lines, like weaving within her eyes. Her voice sounded like multiple voices overlapping, both the crispness of a young girl and the hoarseness of an old woman, even interspersed with inhuman hissing.
Ian felt dizzy.
As if the words of the other party contained terrifying magical power.
"Are you the master of this place?"
Ian suppressed his discomfort, his voice steadier than expected. After all, even if Ariana couldn't call for reinforcements, he still had a trump card that could turn despair into hope.
"No."
The woman gently shook her head, her hair swaying like black silk.
"I am merely a resident, a hidden one." She raised her hand, a falling ash transformed into blood in her palm, "And you, scared away my Forest Guardian."
"That's quite rude."
Her voice was crisp and cold like ice crystals colliding.
"I scared away your Forest Guardian?"
Ian almost turned into Michael with a questioning face upon hearing those words. Anyone could see the fleeing Old Witch was scared away by the woman in front of him.
How did it turn into him scaring away the Old Witch?
How could the reckoning be so calculated?
A charge can always find a pretext! This woman's skill in twisting truths was so adept that her age must be considerable, considering the exceptional skill of her blatant disregard for facts.
"It was obviously you—" He forcefully swallowed the second half of the sentence. The way the woman tilted her head, waiting for him to continue, reminded him of Dumbledore teasing Voldemort.
Hmm.
Simply put, it's like a cat playing with a mouse.
"I'll leave now, pretend I never came." Ian feigned leaving, yet secretly remained vigilant. Indeed, as he took a step, without the woman saying a word, the forest's plants seemed to receive some command; the newly grown black vines quickly formed a loose circle around him,
Vines continued emerging from the ground like serpents, rapidly intertwining, increasing in number, each trembling slightly, sniffing the magical power fluctuations of the Little Wizard.
"So indeed, I'm not allowed to leave."
Ian confirmed his suspicion.
The woman didn't deny his words either.
"A legend is rare, so you need to become my new Forest Guardian." The tone she used was as if discussing the weather, rather than a Legendary Wizard's freedom in life.
In the next moment.
Ian instantly felt an invisible pressure crushing him, as though unseen hands grabbed him from all sides. Clearly, there was no room for negotiation with the woman.
This woman wasn't proposing but declaring a decision.
How could the Little Wizard agree to such an unreasonable demand? Without hesitation, he unleashed his most aggressive magic—Evil Energy Burst.
A dazzling green light soared into the sky, containing powerful energy, sweeping around like an inverted waterfall. Where the green light passed, space itself began to distort and collapse.