Chapter 592: Killing the Tyrant Beholder, Magic Pressure 9600, Abyssal Energy 2500! |
That so-called Supreme Beholder locked onto my spiritual presence and summoned me here. Part of the reason was indeed as the Tyrant Beholder said, to let these beholders devour me, then swarm into my soul to invade the wizard world.
Affected by abyssal energy, these abyssal demons were always seeking every opportunity to invade other worlds.
But there should be other reasons as well.
Similarly, I also had a way to break the situation.
Locke simultaneously summoned two Tyrant Sea Gold Sands, opened the beast panel, and added abyssal energy to his own magic pressure, raising his magic pressure to 9999. Although the magic pressure did not exceed his soul limit.
But because of the bronze soul artifact's existence, his soul carrying capacity became higher. The excess portion was not leaked out but was borne by his own soul.
In other words, although his magic pressure was only 9999, he had entered a strange state where the quality was only 9999, but the total amount was greater than 9999.
Grand Wizard Sulla should have also experienced this state.
The next moment, there was a possibility of bursting himself.
Myst's Power attached to the Flowing Gold Fern Spear.
But unlike before when using Flowing Gold Fern Spear, when he needed to convert magic pressure into dragon might and stack it on top.
At this time, because of using the Tyrant Domain, his magic pressure converted into the Tyrant Domain.
Converting all his magic pressure into the Tyrant Domain, using the convergent evolution mechanism formed by the Tyrant Domain to suppress all surrounding beholders in reverse!
Except for golden magic, all other magic was suppressed!
The two combination magics were completely different.
Therefore, Locke renamed it the Tyrant Fern Spear.
At this moment, this Tyrant Fern Spear transformed into a silver line flying out, colliding with the mental vision line of that Tyrant Beholder who was projecting its pupil toward him and releasing pupil techniques.
The two sparked intense spell sparks.
The Tyrant Beholder was repelled again.
At this time, its eyeball rolled. In two exchanges, it hadn't gained any advantage. This made the naturally cunning beholder great lord gradually calm down.
It immediately ordered, "Beholder Dynasty, listen up! Attack that damned human wizard. His soul is so powerful, how many beholder consciousnesses can it bear!"
"As long as you defeat that wizard, I won't enter his soul. You beholders can all enter his soul. All the wonders of the wizard world are yours to enjoy."
Immediately, those equally cunning beholder lords in the Beholder Dynasty who had previously been putting in minimal effort became excited one by one.
For beholders, being able to invade the wizard world was the supreme honor.
Over countless ages, the Endless Abyss had only encountered five enemies in total, and the wizard world was one of them.
Even the Nightmare Legion had devoured several of their planar layers in return.
This was a humiliating disgrace they had never encountered even when fighting their other great enemy, the Nine Hells.
Originally, it wasn't even the abyss that provoked the wizard world, but the wizards of the wizard world constantly plundering abyssal resources...
At this time, this group of beholder legions became agitated, one by one madly charging toward Locke.
"Well come." Locke's pupils became golden vertical slits. In this headquarters of abyssal energy, his fighting spirit seemed even stronger, and he laughed heartily.
In an instant, the Tyrant Fern Spear became a silver line, completely piercing through the bodies of countless beholder lords, making them shatter like broken glass balls.
Silver liquid flowed from their bodies.
Dripping into the sea of memories.
Streams of extremely pure abyssal energy, after being completely purified by the Supreme Beholder's gaze covering Locke's spiritual avatar, entered Locke's body, further strengthening his magic pressure.
Locke's eyes revealed madness and greed as he looked at the Beholder Dynasty before him, as if looking at delicious food.
"Almost really scared by you. Tyrant Beholder. I guessed correctly. The spell power your Demon Archduke used is a type of ritual magic."
"He summoned me here, and as the price, this place became the ritual site. If your power is strong, you can devour me, but if my power is strong, I can devour you."
"And I can obtain pure energy with your consciousness removed."
"Otherwise, how could he forcibly summon a First Circle crystallization stage soul here? All spellcasting must have a price."
Locke extended his right hand, gripped the Tyrant Fern Spear, deployed the Tyrant Domain, and once again horizontally suppressed the Beholder Dynasty before him, using plant convergent evolution to exclude all non-golden magic existences.
At the same time, Locke reversed the Tyrant Fern Spear's tip. A flash of lightning formed by Myst's Power flickered on the spear tip. That lightning tore through a beholder elder's eye.
It destroyed its mental petrification vision. Then after its death, the remaining approximately one percent of pure energy entered his body.
At this time, the Tyrant Fern Spear stacked Myst's Power and Life Heavy Armor. Therefore, unlike the original Flowing Gold Fern Spear, although it didn't have such powerful force, while maintaining powerful strength, it also had strong sustained capability.
Life Heavy Armor was creating a dynamic life force balance in the abyssal environment to maintain his consumption.
The permanent defensive field originally had balanced consumption and recovery, but the Tyrant Fern Spear transformed from defensive magic to attack state, experiencing severe consumption. However, Locke used the special power of Life Heavy Armor to restore the balance again.
Although saying this was strange, in this ritual battlefield, the planar power of the abyssal plane was actually in a neutral state.
It didn't help the Tyrant Beholders who were its native inhabitants.
A beholder elder flying in mid-air shot a fear ray at him. That was a terrifying mental magic that could forcibly awaken a person's mind.
If a person's soul strength wasn't high, then the fear object summoned from their heart would devour their soul in an instant, then that fear object and the soul would die together.
However, when that fear ray fell on Locke, it entangled with the Myst's Power of Locke's soul's permanent defensive field for a while, then dissipated without form.
The next moment, Locke raised the Tyrant Fern Spear and thrust straight at the center of its eye. The next moment, this beholder elder let out a wail. Its front part exploded like a glass bead, while the back half of the eyeball was pierced through by Myst's Power.
The Tyrant Beholder was extremely cunning. One main eye and two secondary eyes used mental power to produce sounds from the side, inciting, "Attack! His soul can bear the consciousness of all you beholders. You can transform into ten thousand demons in the mortal realm through his soul!"
"Launch an attack on the Nightmare Legion!"
"Launch an attack on the Nine Hells!"
"Launch an attack on the Twin Demon Realm!"
"Launch an attack on the Great Star Realm!"
"Launch an attack on the Chaos Sea!"
Hearing they could attack so many things, its Beholder Dynasty became excited without considering feasibility.
Massive amounts of mental power ray shots surged forth.
Seeing this scene, Locke wasn't foolish enough to take it head-on. Instead, he summoned the Large Green Leaf Dragon Sparrow and directly dodged.
This was legion-level power.
Even a Second Circle wizard risked injury if directly taking it head-on.
Let alone himself.
Massive amounts of rays shot toward other places in the sky like meteors.
Those beholders madly charged forward, unexpectedly not noticing that Locke had already used the Large Green Leaf Dragon Sparrow and Plant Mimicry: Green Dragon to quickly change positions.
At the same time, this was mainly because at the critical moment, Locke used Summon Three Kings, summoning the King of Tombs, King of the Dead, and King of Great Demons.
This led to those beholders, after discovering targets, directly swarming up without caring whether they hit the wrong ones. Anyway, attack first then talk.
Abyssal creatures were invasive by nature, with uncontrollable battle desire and destructive desire. This led to even the beholder clan, renowned for cunning, becoming frenzied once battle started.
The Tyrant Beholder was nearly angered to death seeing this scene. It saw Locke command the Three Kings to turn and flee, causing massive amounts of beholder legions to pursue in that direction like a tide.
"Come back, come back to me! Damn it, they won't follow commands. No choice but to use mental power to forcibly control their spirits."
If abyssal demons were that obedient, their eternal blood war with the Nine Hells should have reached a conclusion long ago.
The biggest problem with abyssal demons was their complete inability to control their desires. Once they started fighting, they became very difficult to command.
In warfare, they could only take the route of victory through numbers, and were easily defeated by enemy tactics.
Today, Locke finally experienced firsthand what was written in books about how the devils of the Nine Hells normally used tactics to defeat abyssal demons.
At this time, the Tyrant Beholder's main eye was brewing a domination ray, about to forcibly control the beholder elders in its Beholder Dynasty, then summon the beholder legions through them.
But at this moment, Locke's Tyrant Fern Spear descended from the sky, piercing its main eye and interrupting its spellcasting.
The Tyrant Beholder felt pain. The next moment it became furious. A spell spark flashed from its main eye position, deflecting Locke's Tyrant Fern Spear away.
"I haven't even looked for trouble with you yet, and a mere mortal from the main material plane dares to attack me."
"Other planes call you magic gods, and you really think you're no longer life forms of the life plane!"
The Tyrant Beholder's three eyes simultaneously looked at Locke, releasing three disintegration rays. That was also mental energy, the psychokinesis direction of the mentalism school, using powerful psychokinesis to twist physical laws and shatter the opponent's body.
At this time, the disintegration rays violently collided with Locke's Myst's Power.
Even Myst's Power was torn with a crack, but Locke still had his second combination permanent defensive field, Life Heavy Armor, which blocked the opponent's triple disintegration power.
Within this triple disintegration power, Locke summoned the Tyrant Fern Spear. Instead, holding the Tyrant Fern Spear and using the Large Green Leaf Dragon Sparrow, he directly flew down, pressed forward, and once again inserted the Tyrant Fern Spear into its main eyeball.
Immediately, large amounts of blood flowed out, and countless spiritual tears fell.
The Tyrant Beholder, in pain, shot forward a gray ray, a ray that deprived creatures of their senses. Once hit, one would be deprived of visual ability.
However, it didn't hit Locke.
The next moment, Locke pressed forward again, using the Tyrant Fern Spear to pierce a huge gash in it. Large amounts of blood sprayed from its body.
The Tyrant Beholder was furious beyond measure. "Mere human. Insignificant existence, how can you compare with an existence like me who has devoured countless of my kind? The phenomena between us have complete disparity."
Locke also noticed that the Tyrant Beholder's most terrifying aspect wasn't that it possessed approximately 9500 magic pressure, but that although it was only 9500 in quality, it possessed an exaggeratedly immense quantity.
Abyssal creatures advanced through devouring each other, so the strategy they adopted was gathering quantity into quality.
Therefore, abyssal creatures all possessed magic pressure totals that same-level opponents couldn't compare with.
More accurately, abyssal creatures weren't individual organisms but collective organisms.
One existence of theirs was an aggregate of multiple existences.
Locke appeared on its left side again. The Tyrant Fern Spear fell toward it. "So much nonsense."
The next moment, large amounts of blood sprayed again from the Tyrant Beholder's main eye body, falling into the silver sea of tears.
Before the Tyrant Fern Spear, the Tyrant Beholder's abyssal shell could be easily pierced through.
'Roar~'
The Tyrant Beholder became thoroughly enraged!
Its pupil continuously rotated, releasing toward Locke's position the most powerful beholder ray, the Anti-Magic Ray!
That was a special energy produced relying on the Tyrant Beholder's exaggerated magic pressure total, able to interact with the environment to create an anti-magic environment, but every minute of maintenance was enormous consumption for it.
Supposedly, this was a spell only possible at Second Circle level, but it could rely on its own magic pressure total, burning magic pressure to forcibly cast the Anti-Magic Ray.
The next moment, Locke sensed his external environment seemed to completely lose magic. Even the magic within his body, under the opponent's gaze, was rapidly dissipating and fading.
He could feel his magic pressure and the beholder's magic pressure colliding with each other.
The beholder's magic pressure loss rate was far faster than his own, but the problem was the opponent was an aggregate of massive beholder organisms. Its magic pressure total was naturally larger than individual life form magic pressure totals, just with a quality of only 9500.
The Tyrant Beholder crashed toward Locke. "Your soul ultimately belongs to me. Human wizard."
However, Locke neither dodged nor avoided, the corner of his mouth hooking up.
"Comparing magic pressure totals with me?"
"You're seeking your own death."
The next moment, Locke used Forest Sanctuary. Lush and verdant vast forest phantoms descended upon this world.
The magic pressure of that ancient forest descended. Its magic pressure total made even the Tyrant Beholder freeze for a moment, because originally it was using the Anti-Magic Domain on Locke to bully Locke's human magic pressure total with its own magic pressure total.
Human magic pressure totals couldn't possibly compare with same-level abyssal lords in terms of quantity.
But the problem was, at this moment Locke himself transformed into an ancient forest. Within the forest were three hundred three First Circle magical plants, tens of thousands of apprentice-level magical plants, and countless ordinary plants forming a vast forest.
Before this terrifying magic pressure total, immediately the Anti-Magic Ray became a terrifying backlash object, directly consuming large amounts of the Tyrant Beholder's magic power in reverse.
Before the Tyrant Beholder could react, Locke used the Tyrant Fern Spear to completely penetrate its body.
"Your magic power is mine now."
Locke said.
If the opponent hadn't courted death, originally before he lacked an instant fatal attack magic, he could only grind it down slowly, while also worrying that the opponent's Beholder Dynasty would catch up to his summoned Three Kings, and after eliminating the Three Kings, turn back to help the Tyrant Beholder.
With his personal power alone, he truly couldn't resist an entire legion's power.
But who knew the opponent would actually use a skill that directly competed in magic pressure totals.
The Tyrant Beholder screamed unwillingly. "Damned human wizard, you actually killed an abyssal great lord in the abyss!"
"Wizard!"
"Wizard, you... who exactly are you!"
The next moment, the Tyrant Beholder exploded. Large amounts of pure abyssal energy, under the purification of the Supreme Beholder's gaze, entered his body.
The magic pressure on Locke's body rapidly increased.
Locke thought for a moment. In order to raise his magic pressure to 9999 before the Spell Combat Tournament, he could only accept this gift.
This way, it would inevitably increase the ratio of his abyssal energy to normal magic pressure.
However, he was already very familiar with abyssal energy before. After careful calculation, he found the ratio was still within his control.
Therefore, there was no need to refuse.
At the same time, Locke sensed he was being moved out of this plane.
The ritual magic seemed to have ended.
In the Three Marsh Lands, in the potion laboratory of the Feathered Serpent Pavilion, Locke took out the red crystal matrix and discovered his normal magic pressure had reached 9600, while abyssal energy had come to 2500!
It directly increased by 1000!
The ratio of abyssal energy to normal magic pressure came to 0.26, directly approaching the dangerous 0.3 line.
Inside the potion laboratory, Locke felt this was tricky. Currently he couldn't increase the magic pressure ratio further, but the problem was he was still 399 points of magic pressure away from 9999.
Without taking Tyrant’s Eye Potion, how could he rapidly increase magic pressure?
"I can still continue raising the magic pressure ratio. So continue taking it, and stop when approaching 0.29."
"Then think of another solution."
"As long as it doesn't exceed 0.3, there's no problem." Locke pondered, "I increased 400 normal magic pressure in one day. My magic power greatly increased. Combat power rose once again."
Locke thought, 'I still have abyssal energy external magic pressure. Even if before the competition I don't reach First Circle magic pressure limit like others, there's no need to be too nervous.'
After all, his foundation was too shallow, his age too young. The ages of participating people were basically all a full cycle older than him.
Locke looked up at the three tense small wizard organization potion masters and said, "Cooperating with you three has been very pleasant. If there's an opportunity, let's cooperate again."
"Next month, I won't renew the contract."
The three wizards also exchanged pleasantries with Locke, expressing that if there was work again, they could call on them. They would prioritize helping Locke.
Anyway, for them, working for anyone was working. Might as well follow Golden Crown Mountain's genius to broaden their horizons.