Finding that his whole body was cold, his skin was unnaturally covered with a layer of oily sweat, and he even felt a little nauseous, and Frick suspected that his magic abnormalities had further intensified. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Everything in this world contains magic, but that doesn't mean it's good for people, but rather on the contrary, too much magic can easily affect both the mental and the physical. People who can manipulate magic are sensitive to the magic around them, so the magic of the outside world can easily affect them.

Just like oxygen, it is indispensable for most of the life on this planet, but if you inhale too much oxygen for more than a certain amount of time and pressure, these substances that should be sustained will flow around the body, harming the body of the organism.

It's a curious condition that has only been discovered in recent years, and they call this process "oxygen poisoning." When organisms inhale oxygen above a certain pressure for a period of time, the function and structure of certain systems or organs will undergo pathological changes, and even cause long-term damage.

Just like oxygen poisoning, if someone is "soaked" in too much magic for a long time, the flesh will often be the first to react uncomfortably, reminding him that his current condition is dangerous. If he does not take measures - or is unable to do so, then what awaits him will naturally be "disease".

With a little luck, people who are able to receive timely treatment may develop mild elemental diseases with sequelae such as abnormal body temperature or stiff limbs. More severely, there are changes in sensory abilities, such as reduced visual field and visual and auditory hallucinations.

Frick's symptoms of visual hallucinations are now quite severe, not to mention the discomfort he can feel from time to time, each of which is a phenomenon of excessive magical erosion.

These "symptoms" only appeared after participating in William Coulter's experiments, but Flick thinks that they were just a trigger. If he had to name a possible culprit, he would be more inclined to the influence of the Moonstone Fragment than the strange potions and incense concocted by the Wizard.

The demonic power contained in that stone was so great that even the road still couldn't forget the feeling of almost suffocating at that time. If they were as thin as nitrogen in the air, then the liquid that gushed out of the moonstone at that time was not enough to soak the whole body.

The feeling of breathing a lot of magic in between breaths, Flick will never be ...... Or I don't want to experience it a second time. Every inch of his skin was washed over by the magic of the moonstone, not to mention the fact that he had used the magic of the shards to defeat the mage.

The reason Sir Uls Leinster kept it in a box with a special envelope was probably because he didn't want to let the magic cause damage. A force that is so powerful that it should not belong to this world at all, and allowing it to spread at will will only cause more victims.

He had given it to Frick with the intention of using him as a decoy to lure out the mages hiding in the village, but he probably didn't intend to let him use the magic of the moonstone to deliver a powerful blow to take down the enemy. After all, if you can completely transform those magic powers into the power of the illusion book, it would not be surprising even if you blast the entire Lemongrass.

It is said to be a good medicine, but in reality it is not much different from poison - even if it is a fragment of moonstone, even at this level, it is as risky to use it as a tightrope. In the past, there were groups of mages who tried to use this magic for military purposes, but almost all of them perished because their magic got out of control.

As the Holy Book story says, those who make a deal with demons will eventually lose their souls. Even if Flick did save his life by throwing it out as a hole card in the offensive and defensive battles, the ensuing after-effects were enough to make him think about whether this exchange was appropriate or not.

After the end of the mythological age, there are no longer any "gods" in this world, and it stands to reason that there should not be anything that can be called "demons". However, even if we can retain this kind of understanding in our minds, we still want to rely on some power that surpasses human intelligence when facing practical problems.

If it was with the help of the Moonstone Fragment that he gained the ability to fight back for a while, which caused this incurable anomaly in his body, then what did Eric Hothka do? If it was just what he told before, then there should be an opportunity for him to become like this.

Frick suppressed his discomfort as he looked at the adventurer on his knees, the slightest flame on his finger was not enough to burn away all the black mud, and the spreading sparks were only enough to slow them down. He seemed to want to get a little more liquid to keep the flames burning, but the scattered ones were completely insufficient, not to mention that their power had long since been dispersed by the sludge that had seeped into the earth.

Red Liquid ...... The name of the potion that came out of his mouth was quite plain, not at all like the name that an alchemist who pursues rigor and precision would take. After all, if it were those people, they would at least mark the entry of the main material or effect on the test tube containing the potion.

And he also had the feeling that the golden-red liquid that was coming out of his eye sockets was different from when he had first drunk it. Although they were still full of heat, the magic contained in them had changed qualitatively, and the manic power that gradually became manic almost replaced the original smooth heat, making it tumble like a boil, and sparks burned on top of the sludge.

Even if it was contaminated by the magic element, Frick's blood was not the moonstone fragment itself after all, and the seemingly powerful magic power was exhausted after all. After burning a large amount of black mud, the magic residing in the liquid gradually dissipated, and the scattered flames gradually began to extinguish.

A small amount of liquid on Eric Hoska's fingertips was probably the most part of the mana, but it was still powerless when confronted with the source of the black mud - after all, there was only a little "red liquid" mixed with Frick's blood, how could it burn the curse wrapped around him?

But the unyielding adventurer insisted on setting his flesh on fire with the last flickering fire, burning the ever-spreading curse upon himself. When the pieces of flesh that were still being corrupted were directly turned into char by the flames, his mouth also let out a painful scream.

The pain was like a heart-piercing bone, and it wasn't just for fun, just looking at Eric Hoska's almost distorted face to the point of not being human. Scorching the rotten flesh inch by inch, this "treatment" is probably enough to compare with the most brutal torture in medieval dungeons.

"Whew-whew-"

Watching the flames on his fingertips fade away, the old adventurer was still gasping for breath, and from time to time he spat out a few unwritten syllables from between his clenched teeth. His eyes had completely darkened, and I was afraid that what little reason he had left was almost torn apart by the sharp pain in his body.

Although the flames clinging to his fingertips were gone, there were still some sporadic flames burning on his body, making some unpleasant "stinging" sounds. It was the last curse he ignited, and the magic left in the flames was enough to burn a small piece of rotten flesh.

"What did you say?"

Torture to such an appearance should no longer pose a threat - so Dean, still on guard, took a diagonal step towards Eric Hothka's side with Frick, trying to hear what he muttered quietly.

- And then the next moment, he suddenly flew out.

The change was so rapid that Dean couldn't even see the movement of the adventurer curled up on the ground, and his body was blown away, hitting the wooden wall of the house before stopping. Flick, who was being held by his other hand, fell to the ground nearby.

However, it wasn't until Dean stood up against the wall that he realized that the other party hadn't actually made any movement at all, just kneeling on the ground weakly, his hands clawed in front of him. Frick, who was still lamenting that the pain had finally eased a little, groaned under his breath as he bumped into a nearby shelf.

So where did the power come from to knock Eric Hoska away with a single blow of great force just now when he was approaching him?

"Dean, get out of the way to the right!"

Just when he was in confusion because he couldn't find a target to fight back, Frick, who was still tightly closed, seemed to "see" something and immediately shouted loudly. Although he still couldn't figure out what was going on, he chose to follow Flick's instructions and dodged from the right.

Click!

And within seconds of Dean running away, the position he had been standing on was attacked, and some unseen force knocked everything piled up on the wall. Not only that, but the already old wooden wall behind him also seemed to have been hit hard by a blunt object, and a large hole was cracked.

If this blow had been delivered directly to Dean, he would have suffered the same fate as the wall when he came here without armor today. But even if he managed to dodge and draw his weapon, he didn't know how to fight back against an enemy who didn't have a concrete image.

And just when he was at a loss, Eric Hoska, who fell to his knees, slowly stood up—or was lifted up by something. It was as if he had become a marionette, his body loose and his center of gravity subtly elevated.

This adventurer should have had no ill will towards them, at most he had smeared some "red potions" mixed with Frick's blood to burn the carrion on his body. But I don't know why, after burning the dead flesh with fire, he was controlled by something hostile, and he couldn't help himself.