The runes drawn by the punk worked as expected, and although the influence of negative emotions still made Anya frown in a deep coma, it was still the explosion of negative emotional energy that was overcome.

The gray-black fog spells were fierce at first, and they continued to roam around Anya's body and even Punk's side like a spinning dragon, looking for a breakthrough.

However, in order for the "host plan" to succeed this time, Punk spent a lot of money to arrange several powerful spells of the Netherrill era at the laboratory level, and these gray negative emotional energy mists that have no source are finally weakened.

In the end, they did not break through the magical defenses, and could only collide again and again in vain on the golden rune chains.

Looking at these gray "mist" snakes that only had a little bit of strength left and could consume half of the energy of the Magic Tower's elemental pool in the time of a few collisions, Punk couldn't help but sigh again:

"The power of the legend is really incredible, the qualitative leap achieved on the basis of the law can no longer be made up by quantity, even the master spells specially used to ban energy in the Nethrel era can hardly resist the random breakthrough of the legendary realm."

Sigh after sigh, the work in the hands of punk has not stopped.

After all, the storage of negative emotional energy of the weird eyeball is very limited, and the negative emotional energy released by its burst is not too much, but it ............ There is no good way to deal with these negative emotional energy punks, and they can't be sealed or imprisoned with master-level spells, and in the end, he can only directly channel the gray mist into the souls of the group of iron-toothed crows, and then let these negative emotional energies transform into the most essential ordinary emotions according to their own characteristics of "influencing other creatures".

The price is - those five iron-toothed black crows are crazy, well, the kind that is not saved, and the nature of their souls has been directly changed.

"Alas, it would be nice if all these energies could burst out in one go, and it would be so troublesome to transfer them to other creatures casually."

After observing the iron-toothed crows who had either become stupid or furious, Punk sighed heartily.

Of course, there is certainly no such good thing.

This explosion of negative emotions also consumes a lot of energy stored by the weird eyeballs, but punk has also found out. There are always about ten units of negative emotional energy surrounding the fragments of the law in the depths of the eyeballs and refusing to leave. These energies, which are almost like "solidified" on the fragments of the law, cannot be directly stripped by the punk, and in the face of them, the punk is really only full of helplessness.

Anyway, Punk's current strength is not strong enough, and with his master-level means, there is really no other way than to use Anya, a host, or even more hosts like Anya, to grind by water grinding kung fu.

The helpless punk could only vaguely engrave the monitoring circle on the strange eye technique, and then carefully "stored" it in Anya's eye sockets:

"Little girl, you must live happily and strongly, and strive to extinguish some negative emotional energy before you go crazy."

After glancing at the sleeping Anya with the same eyes as she looked at a sprouted barley, Punk whispered to himself.

At some point, the alchemy tool in his hand had closed Anya's skull wound. The next master-level plastic energy spell, "Advanced Healing", was released, and Anya would never leave a scar on her face.

The power level of the weird eyeball itself can avoid the detection of most master-level prophecy spells, and the punk's Hatezita magic box protects the punk himself as the "mastermind behind the scenes".

In this way, unless someone arrests Anya and dissects it, no one in this world except Punk, including Anya herself, knows that her seemingly ordinary right eyeball is no longer "ordinary".

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A morning had passed, and the two suns, Mira and Chikasa, had risen in mid-air.

As time passed, the effects of the potion Anya had finally faded, and after Punk used alchemy to extract the last bit of potion left in her body, Anya finally opened her eyes in a daze.

"I'm ......... Where, it's cold"!

Due to the "Spiral of Smoke" potion, Anya's consciousness was still a little hazy at this time, and for a moment she didn't remember the fact that she was in a punk laboratory.

"Wake up, put on your clothes, and we're going to talk about your next magical path."

Just when Anya just felt that she was naked and wanted to exclaim, the cold tone of the punk without a trace of emotion was like a scoop of cold water poured on her head, which directly sobered Anya to her senses.

Since the strange eyeballs had just burst out of a round of negative emotional energy and were still dormant, Anya didn't feel anything abnormal, and after hearing Punk's order, she quickly sat up almost reflexively and replied:

"Understood, Mentor."

But............ Anya obviously forgot that she was not wearing clothes, and her figure was really "springy" when she jumped up............

Of course, Punk was not at all interested in Anya's beauty and figure, as well as the "boring" spring outfit, and only after Anya, whose face was flushed, was dressed again, Punk said to Anya unhurriedly:

"There are a total of eight factions among mages, they are plastic energy, spells, enchantment, alchemy, prophecy, mind, summoning, advent, generally speaking, mages with average talent will choose to major in a faction, minor in a faction, although your talent is excellent, but I suggest that you still don't hold it up, and it is right to choose two factions to move forward steadily."

The words of punk are unhurried, and the words of exhortation sound reasonable, but ...... His tone was downright commanding, and at least Anya didn't feel that the punk was asking for her opinion.

Looking at the punk's almost unambiguously "unquestionable" eyes, the wise Anya had no choice but to bow her head and replied respectfully:

"Understood, Mentor."

"Well, very good, I also found that you have a very good talent in plastic energy, I think plastic energy is a very good choice, so I recommend you choose plastic energy as a major."

"Understood, Mentor."

"As for the minor............ A good support faction can give you a lot of help, but your talent in the prophecy system is too poor, and the resources required for alchemy are too much for you to bear, so I suggest you choose the spell system as a minor"!

"Understood, Mentor."

"The price of Truth's spell resources is generally high, and it's ............ There aren't many Plastic spells anymore, and I think you'd better specialize in one elemental type of spell, considering your constitution is too poor............ Well, the Life Element is a great choice."

“............ Understood, Mentor"!

In this way, Punk did not blush and said that her "destruction" of Anya was all her own flaw, and at the same time, she used a serious tone to make this girl obediently embark on a path that was most unsuitable for her but the most convenient for punk to control and monitor the "weird eyeballs".

Anya, who is just a primary school apprentice, is of course impossible to refute Punk's "suggestion (order"), and she can only silently bow her head in agreement with the "suggestion" of Punk's "responsible" mentor.

As a result, Anya's future path was determined under such unequal questions and answers.