Chapter 2128: Ash Annihilation at Dawn (60)

Normally, any living creature in this world has a biological force field called the [Absolute Realm]. This absolute realm is like an enchantment that protects the creature from all kinds of hostile spells from the outside world.

As a result, spells that are harmful to creatures, such as spells that suddenly make someone smaller, cannot normally be cast on hostile enemies, and the effects of the spell will be repelled and resisted by the [Absolute Realm] before the spell is successfully cast.

And research has proven that the more intelligent a creature is and the richer and more complex the emotions it possesses, the stronger their [absolute realm] will be, and the less likely they will be to be cursed. If a caster wants to cast some spells or spells on the opponent, they need to get the opponent's approval before the spell can take effect------ generally speaking, they need to use hypnosis to capture the opponent's spirit first, so that the opponent's [absolute realm] is vulnerable.

In short, it is very simple for a person to cast a curse on himself. On the contrary, it is necessary to pay attention to the timing of the spell against others, and it is extremely difficult to succeed if it is heavily deployed.

Of course, there are two exceptions to this.

One is to put a curse on the dead, especially on the corpses that have just died. In this case, there are still a large number of free photons or even intrinsic photons left in the remains of the creature that have not yet been lost, and because the creature has died, the absolute realm has also disappeared, so it is of course easy to attack this kind of corpse.

Another thing...... Knock the opponent unconscious, and fight like that, and the consciousness can't stay awake for a while. The absolute realm of a dimmed opponent will also be greatly diminished, which is also an excellent time to cast a spell. In this case, you don't even need to use hypnotism to cast a spell on your opponent, and the spell has a certain chance of succeeding------ success rate depends on the opponent's intelligence level.

Just now, Bediwell stabbed out with a whip, and luckily, it hit the ganglia of the head of the giant worm of the swamp. These worms are not actually advanced creatures with brains, and the neural network structure they have in their bodies is similar to that of their heads, and this neural network is all over their bodies, so it can be said that the whole body of the giant worm is a brain ball (although it is not very similar in shape). The ganglia, to put it simply, are the central system of the neural network, the central structure that manages the entire neural network and allows the bodies and brains of these huge monsters to coordinate.

Even worms, boneless mollusks, have evolved keratinized, super-hard shells to protect such important nerve centers. However, Bediwell was lucky, and the tungsten tongue whip that he slammed with all his strength just hit the ganglion protected by the hard shell, and his full slam was just enough to shatter the extremely hard shell, so that the tip of the whip stabbed directly into the ganglion of the giant worm of the swamp.

What follows doesn't need much explanation. The giant worm of the demon swamp, whose ganglia has been battered, is as lost as a person with a concussion in the brain. The spell fire that struck out along the whip broke through the absolute realm of the simple-minded monster in an instant, casting a spell on the monster.

The effect of the spell is actually very simple, which is to make the Demon Swamp Giant Worm collect all the combustible substances in its body and burn them together, so as to achieve the effect of spontaneously combusting this huge monster. Of course, this disgusting monster itself has devoured countless creatures, which have been slowly rotting and decomposing in the belly of this giant swamp worm for hundreds of years, turning it into a vicious swamp gas, which is extremely flammable. Together, they ignited, and in an instant, the big bug wrapped in a huge skin bag turned into a giant sausage-like balloon!

Of course, it's not all.

Bediwell saw a thin thread in the distance, and at the end of this thin thread was a throwing knife piercing the giant worm of the swamp, and at the other end of this thin thread was the hand of Eric, the Strategist. There seemed to be some kind of power that came from that thin thread and reached the body of the big bug.

That's right, it's [the second miracle ------ mass creation]. Lawrence the Strategist can use the objects he touches to transmit kinetic energy, even if it is only connected by a thin wire, and the kinetic energy can be transmitted from his side to the body of the swamp giant worm. Moreover, the kinetic energy conveyed is only a purely physical phenomenon, and has nothing to do with spells, and the [Absolute Domain] on the other party cannot resist it. What Eric had just done could be guessed without asking. He used the second miracle to convey the kinetic energy of the past, lifting such a huge monster into the air!

"Oops! it's going to explode!" Bediwell shouted, reminding Eric to get ready. The corpse of the swamp crocodile they were riding was still running wildly, but instead of running on all fours, it was standing on two legs, giving Bedeville and Eric more room to dodge. The two of them flipped from the crocodile's back to the crocodile's chest, and just like that, they used the swamp crocodile's majestic and incomparably hard torso as a cover, trying to dodge the explosion!

Bang!!------

The deafening sound, accompanied by the monstrous firelight, resounded and illuminated this black and oppressive barren land. This is not an explosion created by the flammable substances in Bediwell's own body, this is an implosion that uses the combustible materials in the body of the demon swamp giant worm, because the monster is huge, and the amount of combustible substances in its body is also huge, and the scale of this explosion is of course particularly amazing!

A strong blast of wind lifted up from mid-air and blew in all directions, setting off huge waves of black mire. The corpse of the swamp crocodile was galloping, and the Protector held Bedwell and Eric around with his outstretched arms, fending off the blast as much as he could...... and the great waves of the poisonous mire.

Bediwell didn't know if he would be poisoned by that kind of black mud, he only knew that if he fell into the black mud of the demon swamp for a long time, he would definitely be poisoned. Therefore, his priority now is to grasp the swamp crocodile, only the corpse of the swamp crocodile that is large enough can not be swallowed up by the waves of this swamp, and everything else is a dead end. If Bedeville were swept away by the mire and flown out of the swamp crocodile, he would immediately be drowned in the poisonous black mire, and if he would not die of poisoning in an instant, he would sink into the sticky mire that he couldn't even struggle, and then he would definitely die!

"Let it jump!" shouted Erick the Strategist, seeing that the wave had already swept in, and that it was impossible for the swamp crocodile's mobility alone to escape it.

Bedeville nodded, and the moment the wave almost swallowed them, he controlled the swamp crocodile with a big jump!

He heard the sound of muscles tearing. The momentum of the jump was very strong, but it should have come at the cost of a certain amount of muscle. Creatures instinctively suppress the power that their limbs can burst out, because the full force of the body can strain the tendons and even tear the tendons. But the dead body has no such restrictions, and whatever the necromancer tells it to do, it will do as it is told. The swamp crocodile jumped to a height of tens of feet with Bediwell and Eric in an instant, and it even had a tendency to continue to climb upward, probably trying to narrow the distance and avoid the coverage of the huge waves by jumping for a moment! Bediwell knew that even with the full force of the swamp crocodile's corpse, it would not be possible to jump to such a height. In other words, Eric the Strategist seems to have done something to add an upward momentum to the swamp crocodile's jump with [Second Miracle].

"Uh!" But Eric suddenly turned very pale, and made a look like vomiting. His [second miracle] may allow him to exert kinetic energy unrestricted and twenty-four hours without interruption on objects that he comes into contact with directly or indirectly, but it seems that the amount of kinetic energy he can give to an object also has a lot to do with the mass of the object itself. Eric now used the Second Miracle to directly add kinetic energy to a huge object as the corpse of the swamp crocodile, making it jump high, which was obviously beyond his capacity! His dizzy, uncomfortable, and vomiting expression was enough to tell the story!

So can't you rely entirely on Eric's ability? Bediwell thought to herself. He suddenly asked, "Is the piece of bark you used to step on your feet still there?"

"Of course. Eric took the fast, thick, tough bark out of his pocket.

"Very well," said Bedeville, without further ado, and took control of the corpse of the swamp crocodile, snatching the bark with one hand. At this time, the black swamp wave had arrived, and the swamp crocodile's big jump almost jumped to the height of the top of the wave, but it could not allow it to completely cross this dangerous poisonous swamp wave.

Without even thinking about it, Bediwell controlled the swamp crocodile to throw the bark out, and the large and tough bark plunged into the sticky mire in an instant! The corpse of the swamp crocodile, which had jumped into the air, had already begun to fall back, but because it stepped on the "surfboard", it began to glide on the crest of this huge wave!

"Yes, keep the momentum going!" said Eric.

Bediwell didn't answer, just grabbed the swamp crocodile's neck to keep himself from being thrown down, and on the other hand, he controlled the swamp crocodile's corpse wholeheartedly and surfed. Despite knowing about the sport, he had never played surfing before, and it was the first time he had manipulated the necro to act like this. It was actually difficult for him to control the corpse of the swamp crocodile, and to maintain a perfect balance on the crest of the waves in this chaotic environment! But the spell he received from the sorcerer Garlan seemed to contain the know-how of controlling the necromancy that Garlan had summed up with his life's experience from the very beginning, and the skill of controlling the necromancy with such a high degree of difficulty allowed Bedeville to successfully maintain it for more than ten seconds!

A huge wave drove the corpse of a swamp crocodile in the surf, and it had been washed out in a few seconds. It was probably a hundred yards away from the group of giant worms in the swamp, and just as the trend of the waves was about to disappear, the swamp crocodile jumped out of the surfboard and landed steadily!

They landed on a shallow swamp, the black mire only submerging to the knees of the swamp crocodile.

"There shouldn't be a problem escaping here, right??" Bediwell was relieved to see that this area was already close to the edge of the Demon Swamp.

"You say it again?" said Eric, who had the exact opposite opinion.

In the midst of a series of loud noises, Bediwell only saw dozens of black shadows rushing out of the mire, they had just escaped a wave of pursuit from the giant worms of the swamp, but they had fallen headlong into another trap! Bediwell looked in the direction where the insect tide was most intense, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

------ there's another hive around here. Countless Demon Swamp Giant Worms have been enraged by the reckless actions of Bedeville and the others, and they have poured out of their nests!