Extraordinary Voyage-Chapter 836 - 717: Native Species and Shocked Retreat

Soon.

Even with the highly compatible item, the "Eye of Medusa," as an aid, the snake hair on Serra's head began turning to ashes one by one, leaving behind a wisp of smoke that howled as it was sucked into the "Wailing Evil Eye," akin to a black hole.

Boom! Boom! Boom!...

A tall ghostly figure, wearing a blood-soaked headgear, swung its giant execution sword relentlessly at the outer flames of the "Jade Coronet" amidst the onslaught from the "Flame Celestial Horse," not retreating even when engulfed in flames.

Even if it couldn't break through immediately, it left Angie powerless to respond to anything else.

Combining the strengths of the mother-in-law and the Snake Witch, two Great Wizards, they fought with all their might against this powerful Peak Grand Witch. Even with assistance from the "Jade Coronet," they found themselves in the most perilous situation.

"Hehehe..."

The "Death Messenger," resembling a shriveled old man, although not speaking, was surrounded by an ever-thickening gray-black shadow filled with strange laughter of men, women, the elderly, and children, creating a chillingly eerie atmosphere even in broad daylight.

"Heh, since you're persistent, I'll let you experience the terror of the 'Curse School' once more!"

Extending a right hand as thin and gnarled as a branch, he lightly grasped in the direction of the Nymph, mysteriously conjuring a black "little ghost" from the air amidst an inexplicable black fog.

The white spells on the surface of the little ghost had turned a glaring blood-red, seemingly saturated with human blood.

On its pitch-black, tar-like face, it suddenly revealed the delicate outline of a human female—it was the likeness of the Nymph!

"Uh..."

The noblewoman's once rosy complexion turned pale involuntarily.

Realizing that the handprint on her ankle had vanished, her expression changed dramatically, overcome with a sudden fear of falling into an abyss that seized her body and mind.

Should she truly decline, the only consequence would be... shattered bones and a broken body!

A Great Wizard's strength is formidable, and their survival skills are exceptional, with countless means of self-preservation. Even a Peak Grand Witch can't claim to annihilate all who besiege them.

However, concentrating all efforts to slay one person is not a problem.

The "Death Messenger" chose the target, evidently the slightly weaker of the two Great Wizards, the Nymph.

This was not only because she was weaker, but also because, although the "Gem School" held powerful influence among human nations, it lacked a Crowned Wizard like the "Truth Gate" School.

The School Chief merely resembled him as a Peak Grand Witch and was far older, posing no threat to the "Curse School."

Additionally.

Although the School's ambitions were soon to be realized, and he could seize this opportunity to achieve advancement in his most powerful state, it was best not to provoke a "Crowned Witch" at this crucial moment.

Evidently, even in an Extraordinary World, where power lies within oneself, support matters. Killing a "Gem School" Great Wizard is a consequence the "Curse School" could endure.

Swish!

The gaunt old man gave a cold smile at the beautiful noblewoman standing frozen in mid-air across from him. He twirled the short sword made from human shinbone and mercilessly aimed to pierce the "little ghost," intending to utterly end a Great Wizard!

In an instant, sorrow, despair, and helplessness flitted across the Nymph's porcelain-like face as if in rapid succession.

With a bitter smile: 'Is it over?'

However...

Whoosh—

At that moment, a tall figure wreathed in electric light seemed to squeeze out from thin air beside the Nymph. Gently taking her hand, a mild and reliable voice followed:

"Madam, trust me, don't resist!"

Red magic spiritual light suddenly flared up, enveloping Aiven and the Nymph entirely. Subsequently, their appearances began to change simultaneously.

For a curse technique to exert its strongest effect, it needs a highly directed medium, which could be the form, hair, nails, saliva, blood, skin flakes, or intimate items of the recipient... tangible or intangible.

Like a pre-dug river channel, these elements guide the torrent of the curse to crash upon a specific target all at once.

In the face of such specialized attacks launched by a Peak Grand Witch, evasion is utterly useless. Besides seeking divine aid or relying on special witchcraft tools, the most effective method is severing the river channel, preventing the flood from reaching you.

However.

Just as the "King's Rook Castle" cannot directly jump into another's body, a Great Wizard has immense resistance to external spiritual power and witchcraft.

Even though Aiven unleashed his full witchcraft power, he could only make slight adjustments to his mother-in-law's bloodline in a short time, transforming her black hair, similar to Olivia's, into emerald green like her sister's from a genetic level.

This was entirely sufficient, immediately introducing subtle differences between Nymph and the medium.

Meanwhile.

Aiven himself gradually... turned into the likeness of the Nymph, in a specific sense appearing more real than the real one.

The ability of the "Magic-like Technique: Ten Thousand Transformations" enabled Aiven to undergo significant cross-species transformations, making transforming into another human with close genetic similarity a trivial task.

Even though the transformed "Creator's Blood" primarily targets the "physical body," to adapt to ever-changing forms, such as Mushroom People, Tree-men, Elemental people, Vampires, Ghouls, Night Spirits, etc.,

his soul also undergoes passive alteration to match the form, resembling a fish when becoming a fish, a bird when becoming a bird, and naturally a person when becoming a person, virtually flawless.

In the blink of an eye, transformation was just completed.

Boom—!

The shinbone short sword, carrying a strong scent of death, ruthlessly pierced the "little ghost," which instantly exploded into a cloud of foul-smelling blood mist.

At the same time, a bizarre curse imbued with venomous power akin to mountains of corpses and seas of blood ignored spatial distance and directly descended upon them.

However, it did not strike the Nymph, whose blood had been taken as a medium, but instead hit the "Aiven" who stood in front of her!

Slash!

In the next moment.

It seemed like endless evil ghosts from higher dimensions launched the most ferocious attack; eyes burst, tongues torn, teeth smashed, skin stripped, cut to pieces a thousand times... then the body twisted into a pretzel by an invisible force, bleeding all over, bones broken, organs turned into mush...

Under the full strike of the Peak Grand Witch, the Branded Swordsman, who was only a step away from Tier 4 in the physical side profession, was hardly stronger than a regular person facing an Evil Spirit.

"No——!"

Until the splashing blood hit her face, the dazed Nymph, who always thought survival was improbable, suddenly realized what happened, crying out in a voice as if her heart was bleeding.

Yet, this painful emotion halted abruptly before it could brew further.

In just a few short breaths, the body, almost reduced to tatters save for the clothing, transformed back into an unscathed Aiven under a blood-red Magic Spiritual Light.

"Aiven, how did you... I..."

Nymph's beautiful emerald eyes widened in disbelief as she grasped her precious son-in-law, inspecting him up and down, clearly having seen him use some miraculous means to bear the full force of the Curse in her place.

The nightmare-like, extremely tragic scene was still fresh in her mind.

'And if I'm not wrong, wasn't that just now entirely me?! Uh... a woman?'

Yet Aiven turned back to her, patted his spotless major general's uniform, as if nothing had happened, speaking nonsense to Nymph with a straight face:

"An illusion, an illusion. When human eyes scan specific sections of a pattern, due to the influence of surrounding outlines, it changes the direction and scope of eye movement, resulting in sampling errors, thus causing various perceptual errors...

So, ma'am, you totally misjudged."

Aiven, whose survival instincts were extremely strong, was clearly striving to avoid a major social death scene.

Being cross-dressed or whatever, they are just ridiculously pathetic.

"How is this possible?!!"

Actually, the most surprised one was not Nymph but their opposing "Death Messenger". Since the battle began, this was the first unexpected turn exceeding his control.

His face drastically changed while he waved to grasp a blood-stained piece of flesh from the sea. In that tragic scene just now, quite a bit of Aiven's fallen body tissue was left in the ocean.

"Aiven, don't let him touch it!"

Nymph and Serra, who had caught their breath, shouted in alarm in unison.

The "Death Messenger" moved even faster.

Slash——

The thin old man's body suddenly split in half, and from his bizarre body composed of countless layers of gray-black faces, mouths opened to scramble for and devour that piece of flesh.

Relying on this medium, malicious intent, solidified, was already turning into a black torrent, about to initiate again.

In Nymph's and Serra's worried gazes, the "Death Messenger" seemed to see something incredible; his black-hole-like eyes suddenly bulged, nearly popping from their sockets.

What did he see?

Mushrooms, mosses, flowers, birds, fish, insects, lions, tigers, Mushroom People, Tree-men, Elemental people...

The Curse's target seemed to suddenly become numerous biological communities.

What makes a flood's destructive power remarkable is the concentration of force. If it connects to numerous flood discharge channels before developing, it would be more pathetic than a child playing with clay.

This is not to mention the strong backlash likely due to too big an appetite.

Attacking him is akin to attacking the entire planet's ecosystem; can I, do I even deserve to?

The "Death Messenger", who usually decided life and death with jest, had his spirit instantly dampened, retreating several steps in disbelief, seemingly wanting to subconsciously distance himself from this monster. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Yet he saw Aiven give him a radiant smile and reactivate Ten Thousand Transformations.

Transforming into Duke Marquis, then into Milan, into Hawkins... as if the very essence of life changed along with it, the medium seemed to be able to lock a target again, but totally lacked the possibility to lock such an entity.

Just as the "Death Messenger's" body composed of gray mist-like countenance was no longer human, if Aiven's current life form were categorized, he could be called a Native Species, ancestor of all animals, plants, and microorganisms!

Not to mention the gender fluidity; even being genderless... ahem, that 'whatever', is just a small case.

"You...."

This change was beyond the "Death Messenger's" comprehension based on his knowledge system.

Just like the ineffable Curse threatens Aiven's side, it's Aiven's immense deterrent to the Peak Grand Witch, capable of upending the table.

In a world of Extraordinary powers, nations seeking stability are most afraid of reckless mavericks and loners; anyone with a family or group has an extra consideration.

Not just for themselves, but for the numerous organization members.

"Oh, by the way!"

Snap—!

Aiven snapped his fingers, surrounded by azure fog, as 'Thorny Fire' emerged from Witchcraft Garden, with a hole in its corpse.

"Mr. 'Death Messenger', we're all respectable people; is there still a need for bloodshed for the sake of the Hilus People?"

Looking deeply at Aiven, unable to fathom this young man as deep and mysterious as the ocean, the "Death Messenger" transformed into gray mist and vanished over the horizon, leaving only a lingering echo behind.

"From now on, the 'Curse School' will withdraw from the conflict between the Hilus people and the Tulip Alliance, let's keep to our own sides!"