Chapter 864 Desperate State

There is no doubt that the "strange man" who is kneeling on the ground and desperately pinching his neck to retch is the unlucky legendary mage Alvin, but the current "Sage of Inscription" is no longer as handsome as before, because he has already For more than two years, he lived in the white forest of the shadow plane in a daze.

After experiencing such a long life as a beast, the old mage's body is now covered almost entirely with scabbed blood and stains, and the beard and hair that used to glisten with silver threads have also become a conglomerated dirty rag— — Even Owen himself had to admit that his current appearance was not just described as dirty, the word disgusting was more suitable for this tattered body.

It's just that the old mage at this time obviously doesn't have the mood and qualifications to care about the influence of appearance, because the injury to his soul is much more serious than the incomplete and dirty body.

The lethality of the morning-star magic is undoubtedly very powerful. Although Owen superimposed several layers of magic protection on himself before being hit by Babun's heavy hammer, the attack that was completely higher than one level still made the "sage of the inscription" "He was severely wounded on the spot, and the power of the law integrated into his flesh and soul expanded the wound like a maggot attached to the bone, preventing the wound from recovering.

And after being traumatized like this, he still held on to the potential of squeezing his soul to release a legendary spell that could only be described as a miracle even if it was successfully cast, and even forcibly endured "Mioni's super power" The huge law pressure brought by the long-distance random teleportation technique.

As a result... this kind of serious injury plus "self-mutilation" horrific damage superposition finally exceeded the tolerance limit of a 27th-level legendary professional. The soul of the old mage has entered a crisis state on the verge of collapse.

In such a state of soul, let alone using legendary spells or using magic power, Owen can hardly even maintain basic sanity and thinking. Or even being able to wake up to reason for no more than one minute in a day, most of the time, this old mage with a tattered soul just acts on instinct like a ignorant beast.

Even in the rare waking hours, Owen, who had been pampered since childhood, had to endure the stench on his body. This uncomfortable feeling even made the old mage with some cleanliness and chaotic thinking think about dying.

Owen, who has been a "super genius" + "the eldest son of a great nobleman" since he was born, has never suffered such a crime in his life...

But fortunately, suicide is just a thought when his mind is muddled after all. Although Owen is already "beaten stupid", most of the time, his desire to survive is still very strong, and he is still looking forward to it. Let his boss "Meth Ur" rescue him from this hell.

"..."

"Uh! Bah! Bah? This... what a disgusting and dirty thing this is, how long will this old man live in such a miserable life"!

Taking advantage of the time when his wisdom finally woke up, he quickly spit out the chewed shadow demon corpse on the deep black grass, tasting the strange-tasting blood of the shadow creature that filled his mouth, Owen even tore the corpse to pieces in pain. The cracked nails dug into the palm of his hand.

His predation of those poor shadow monsters was only driven by pure instinct without wisdom at all. After all, beasts always tend to prey on those seemingly weak animals when they are injured to speed up their recovery. No amount of "little animals" can heal the wounds caused by the morning-star magic, but the "instinct" without wisdom doesn't understand this truth...

And this ignorant "instinct" is also the most painful place for the old mage.

You must know that the body of the shadow demon is not delicious at all. The flesh and blood of these goblins contain a large amount of official-grade poison, and their hearts can also breed seeds carrying the "shadow thorn" fungus to parasitize and then "be subjected to "Curse" creatures, although these official-level "little tricks" are far from hurting the "Inscription Sage" who is a legendary professional, the disgusting taste of eating raw meat still makes most humans unable to bear it. Nausea.

Owen is now disgusted by the lump of raw meat in his mouth.

"Oh! God! How long has it been? One month? One year? Or a hundred years? Why...why didn't Meth Ur come to save me? How dare he not come to save me? He is not afraid that I will be killed Will he tell everything after he catches it? He wouldn't dare...he definitely wouldn't dare!"

Listening to the creaking sound of the rubbing bones all over his body, the "Sage of the Inscription", whose pupils began to dilate again, staggered up on the black grass.

Due to intermittent thinking, Owen has no way to accurately judge the time. In his soul perception that has lost many functions, time seems to be in a chaotic state of random changes at any time.

Although he knows that his enemy will never let it go, and he also knows that whenever possible, Meth Ur will definitely find a way to rescue himself, a precious legendary force who knows a lot of inside information, but now Owen still can't feel at ease. , because he doesn't know how long he has been fleeing, and he can't judge whether his enemy or "reinforcement" has just set off or is halfway...

This feeling of ups and downs between anticipation, fear, and worry almost drove the fugitive who was already unconscious.

"Someone will come to save me... definitely will... I am the ruler of the Kyboldo Empire, the "Sage of the Inscription" who owns the magic tower, I... I can't just fall like this... Absolutely Impossible! That's right... I have to find a hiding place before Meth Ur arrives. It's too conspicuous to hunt intelligent creatures indiscriminately like this. That mage named Whispering may come after me, I... I... Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah"!

Although he was thinking with a thinking speed that was not as good as that of ordinary people, Owen still did not maintain his rationality.

Before he could put his rare and prudent thoughts into action, a burst of sudden sharp pain continuously penetrated from the depths of his soul.

At the same time, the body of the distorted old mage also fell to the ground uncoordinatedly, a beast-like howl of pain erupted from his mouth, and the light of wisdom in the blood-red eyes quickly went mad. Disappeared in the tide.

Unfortunately, Owen's sanity still lasted less than a minute today...

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