Goblin Dependency-Chapter 241 - 132 Death Cloud Technique

"It’s gravity magic!"

It felt as if every inch of skin was pressed by refined iron ingots, causing the body to emit sounds of bones and flesh being pulled and clashed with resistance.

This familiar yet unbearably multiplied awful experience made Cornell recall his college days in Huancai City when he shared a dormitory with a roommate specialized in gravity magic.

Back then, he had endured the gravity spell cast upon him and used the academy-issued standard magic wand to knock the opponent’s head, earning himself a bed away from the restroom.

Now, many years later, as a Level 9 Mage one step away from becoming "transcendent," specialized in the "Magic School."

In this secluded corner far from civilization at the kingdom’s border, within this dark cave that might never have been touched by intelligent creatures.

He once again experienced the heavy pressure from "gravity."

"Creak..."

The sharp sound of bones grinding came from beside him.

His peripheral vision instinctively glanced.

He was taken aback.

Unknowingly, affected by the silver-white apparatus in the center of the cave, the half-orc was subjected to several times gravity.

Unexpectedly, it was on all fours, pressed half-crouching on the ground, as if it had truly become a beast in the wilderness.

"No, this isn’t right!"

In his mind flashed the half-orc’s twisted and deformed expression due to excessive strain on the body, along with the bulging veins, swollen muscles on its arms and legs, and fingers deeply embedded in the muddy ground...

Even if the opponent’s body weight and muscle density were several times higher than his own.

Yet, as a "barbarian," who fights with anger and physical prowess, the half-orc should be able to endure greater pressure and wield greater strength.

If even the opponent was suppressed to this extent, there was no reason he could still stand at his location, let alone spare a thought to observe the surroundings.

He should have been crushed to the ground, unable to lift his head.

"Could it be..."

The rational thinking developed from years of being a mage allowed Cornell to remain calm even when faced with this bizarre scenario, almost instinctively analyzing the situation.

He forcibly turned his gaze toward the other side of the team.

As a spellcaster protected by the group, facing dangerous enemies, he could clearly see the status of the other members of the team.

Dressed in heavy armor, the human warrior holding a red-brown longsword still stood at the forefront of the team. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Silent, motionless, seeming unchanged from earlier.

Only the iron boots sunk deeply into the muddy ground beneath his feet and the compressed and deformed metal iron pieces at the thin edges of the armor, indicating the exaggerated pressure he was bearing.

Even more so than the half-orc.

And the tall golden-haired Elf had lost the usual grace and freedom, transformed from a bird among trees to a mud fish.

The body was bent, the right arm trembling as it supported itself against the stone wall, where the once flawless white fingers were now covered in a foul-smelling thick green moss liquid.

Better than the half-orc Volga, yet still not as good.

Upon sweeping through, Cornell realized he was the least affected within the team, despite being the weakest in physical strength!

In his crystalline eyes was reflected the silver-white iron ball spinning freely in the air above the distant altar.

Cornell subconsciously thought:

"Could it be, this special apparatus capable of casting wide-range gravity magic, also possesses the ability to distinguish enemy from ally and adjust the spell level based on the target’s actual situation?"

Quietly standing atop the altar, merely a few feet away from the silver-white iron ball, yet unaffected, the black-robed goblin’s robe fluttered lightly with the energy pulses, seemingly confirming his suspicion.

However, the next second, as his spiritual power extended outward, two flashes of vibrant blue light flowed deep within his eyes.

Cornell’s face suddenly revealed a look of "incredible" unseen since he graduated from the academy and became a high-level professional.

"How is this possible?!"

"There are... no magic particles?!"

From the "mage apprentice" who couldn’t smoothly recite a spell, to the legendary "Great Arcanist" with his own Mage Tower or even a Floating City.

Almost every mage on Aifala Continent has a set of fixed spellcasting procedures.

Through meditation to train spiritual power, memorizing magic models, connecting to the Magic Net to convert the chaotic and violent original magic power in the air into gentle magic power usable by spellcasters, and then injecting it into the magic model to complete the spellcasting.

Some even require supplementary materials, specific gestures, and spells.

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