novelraw Chapter 94 The Magic That Drives Utter Madness
Chapter 94 The Magic That Drives Utter Madness
Chapter 94 The Magic That Drives Utter Madness
magic.
Magic is everywhere.
[Analysis] In the field of vision, the concentration of magic in the air is rising rapidly, and in the blink of an eye it has increased by at least 50% compared to usual, and it is still climbing.
In the empty room, magic surged, churned, and collided in the air.
The magic did not flow gently as usual; instead, it was like a pack of caged wild beasts, desperately trying to break free.
Ian's jelly-like body trembled uncontrollably.
"What's going on now? Lilith, unable to bear the humiliation, has turned into an evil god? Causing a cataclysmic change in the world?"
Ian felt the mad magic power. As a pure magical creature, the slime had a very direct feeling for the changes in magic power.
This magic had a violent quality to it, and it had almost no effect on Ian's mind. However, his gelatinous body seemed to have an inexplicable urge to vent.
I can't help but want to torture someone.
Huh? When did the tentacles come out of my body on their own?
How strange!
Ian was still enjoying this novel experience.
A scream came from afar.
The rabbit-people's camp.
Ian immediately jumped up and bounced in that direction.
The rabbit-people's semi-underground residential area is in complete chaos.
Several elderly people slumped to the ground, clutching their chests and gasping for breath. Some of the rabbit-people children were crying in distress. The younger rabbit-people, however, were all alright.
Rongrong squatted next to an old man, pinching his philtrum with all her might.
The old rabbit-man rolled his eyes, his mouth stuffed with some herbs, but they didn't seem to be doing anything. He looked like he was about to die at any moment!
this----
How did a sudden surge of magical energy turn the entire Dragon Territory into chaos?
"Lord Ian!" Her eyes reddened when she saw Ian. "Everyone—everyone said they were dizzy and had heart palpitations—and this old man just fainted—"
Ian quickly extended his tentacles and placed them on the old man.
[Analysis] Start.
His vital signs were disordered and his internal magical energy fluctuated abnormally, but he was not in mortal danger.
The only thing that could be described as dangerous was that her philtrum was suffering a fatal blow.
"It's magic. The concentration of magic in the air is too high, too violent, it might have made him faint from the shock," Ian said.
"Then—what should we do?" Rongrong seemed a little helpless and could only increase the pressure on the philtrum.
"What should we do? The biggest danger for the old man is that you're about to strangle him to death."
Upon hearing this, Rongrong immediately stopped what she was doing.
really.
The old rabbit-man's furrowed brows relaxed, and he stopped rolling his eyes.
Rongrong was so embarrassed that she didn't know what to do with her hands and feet, and could only stammer, "Th-thank you, Lord Ian, I-I--the hot water is boiling, I need to go right away!"
Ian had just breathed a sigh of relief when another uproar erupted in the distance.
Goblin Camp.
Those green-skinned bastards were already overflowing with energy, and now they're even crazier.
They pushed, shoved, and screamed at each other. Some even charged toward the rabbitmen with red eyes, only to be stopped by Gugu and a few goblins.
"Stop! Stop right there!" Gugu waved his wooden stick and knocked the bunch of brats back after hitting them on the head several times.
But Gugu herself was also red-faced, her neck was thick, her eyes were bloodshot, and she was panting heavily.
Ian saw several goblins hugging the rat tightly, desperately trying to stuff it into their arms. The rat squeaked as it was being squeezed, but the goblins clung to it like it was a lifeline, refusing to let go even in the face of death.
The situation is slightly better on the Minotaur side.
Angry Horn stood at the camp gate, clutching an axe, the veins on the back of his hand bulging. He saw Ian and strode over, each step making the ground tremble.
"Mother of the Earth." His voice was muffled, but Ian sensed the restlessness within it. "I'm bursting with energy! Let's start forging! I'm going to forge 100 furnaces today!"
Ian looked at him and noticed that Angry Horn's pupils were a little larger than usual, and his breathing was a little heavier, though not noticeably.
"What about the vampires?"
Anger Horn pointed in the direction of the Dragon's Nest: "Old man Charles just flew over there, and his face was even paler than usual."
Ian nodded, told Rongrong to take good care of the tribe, and then hopped toward the dragon's nest.
At the entrance to the dragon's nest, Charles stood with his back to Ian, staring toward the forest.
Ian hopped over to him and followed his gaze.
Howls echoed through the forest—wolf howls, bear roars, and sharp, unidentifiable screechs—one after another, growing ever closer.
Charles spoke, his voice hoarse: "Your Excellency Ian, can you feel it?"
Ian: "Magic. Much more concentrated, and very chaotic."
Charles nodded and slowly turned his head. His face was indeed paler, almost transparently pale. There were two dark circles under his eyes, a sign of unstable vampire magic.
"It's not just concentrated, it's ferocious. This kind of magic will drive mindless monsters completely mad after they absorb it."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a swift wolf darted out from the edge of the forest.
The wolf was a size larger than a normal Gale Wolf, its fur standing on end and its eyes blood-red. It ran out of the forest, not avoiding Dragon's Territory as usual, but charging straight towards them—in the direction of Ian and Charles.
Charles raised his hand, and a jet of blood shot from his fingertip, piercing the wolf's head. The wolf fell halfway down, its limbs twitching a few times before going still.
But more howls came from deep within the forest.
In Ian's spatial perception, countless things are moving in this direction.
"The Demon Tide," Charles said.
Ian looked at him.
Charles took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled, as if trying to calm himself down.
"The surge of magic is abnormal and will completely awaken and enrage the mindless monsters in the forest. They will charge in hordes, trampling everything in their path."
Got it, it's a classic monster siege!
But we don't know what level of siege it is; judging from the scale, it shouldn't be just a small group.
"How strong are these mindless monsters?" Ian turned to look at Dragon Territory.
Looking at the somewhat panicked rabbitmen, the crazy goblins, the newly built herb fields, canteen, cement roads, and a large granary.
These are all the results of my hard work.
"It depends on luck. The Monster Forest is so vast that there are bound to be many powerful but mindless monsters. If you're unlucky, you might experience being brutally beaten by a legendary creature tomorrow."
Ian's lips twitched.
Who are you trying to scare? A legendary creature? I, a slime, was licked by a legendary black dragon the moment I transmigrated; this level of strength is nothing to me!
Why did the Dragon Girl choose such a crucial moment to go on an adventure?
Charles then slowly recounted some knowledge about the demonic tide.
After listening to Charles explain the concepts to him, Ian roughly understood.
First of all, monsters aren't simply defined by their intelligence level; high intelligence doesn't equate to intelligent monsters, and low intelligence doesn't equate to mindless monsters.
If we calculate it that way, then those Minotaur gang with nothing but muscles in their heads can only be considered mindless monsters.
Under normal circumstances, apart from the obvious marker of socialization.
Among some solitary monsters, the difference between intelligent and unintelligent monsters lies in whether or not they act based on primal animalistic instincts or wildness.
This is a rather broad term, and it's usually difficult to define certain monsters with inherently evil and chaotic thoughts, such as goblins.
But under the influence of the demonic tide, the boundaries become very clear.
Unintelligent monsters will go completely insane and will attempt to kill any creature that has not yet gone mad.
Ian was completely baffled after hearing this.
Why aren't these monsters frantically attacking each other? Does their rampaging magic have the function of marking the sick?
This is truly a question worth pondering.