The cat rolled and flew out of the barrier, blown backwards by the wind outside the barrier.

Xiu Jian hurriedly stretched out a claw, and like a rubber band, the claw stretched to a length of several meters at once, and firmly grasped the top of the mast.

It was finally not blown away, and it was like a kite in a strong wind, floating a few meters outside the barrier.

"How does the aether feel?" Summer night shouted outside.

The cat said it couldn't hear it, and hooked its other paw to tell her to come out as well.

Come out, come out, Xia Ye thought to herself that she was still afraid.

She stretched out her hand to Xiu Ji, Xiu Ji understood, and the other paw lengthened, reached into the barrier, wrapped around Xia Ye's arm, and flicked it out—

The body of the summer night flew out of the barrier with a "whirl".

Huhu

It's so windy!

The Moby Dick is now traveling at about 370 km/h, so the wind speed is about the same, equivalent to 100 m/s, which is three times the speed of a Category 12 typhoon.

"I ...... Feel...... Wake ...... Face...... All...... Want...... By...... Blow...... Change...... Shape...... ......" Xia Ye shouted to Xiu while pouring wind into his mouth.

Xiu shook his head disdainfully.

"How is that possible? That's it. The wind in my previous world was much more windy than this. It didn't open its mouth, and its voice sounded directly in the head of the summer night, "Your face is the same thing as mine, do you see that I am deformed?" ”

Summer Night glanced at it, and learned to hear through the solid: "I see your hair is about to be blown bald!" Hahahaha-ah! ”

She was only halfway through laughing when she was thrown out by Xiu Ji with a claw, just like she threw Xiu Ji just now.

"Ahhhhh

The sky was spinning for a while, and when the summer night could not stabilize its balance, it was found that the Debussota had flown a few hundred meters away, and without its own support, it was falling downward.

"You're murdering your master!" She shouted to her head.

"Whoever told you to laugh at me, come back quickly. Your secondary school friend was taken aback and was about to come to your rescue. Xiu Ji spoke through his clone.

"I'll come back and settle accounts with you."

After Xia Ye finished speaking, he reached his hand to his waist and whispered: "M--R-H-ts-z-V"

An electric tingle came, and when she withdrew her palm, there was already a red feather above her fingertips.

This is the "Feather of Thunder".

Summer Night opened her five fingers, grabbed the feather and shook it hard, and the feather suddenly turned into countless rays of lightning, flew out from between her fingers, circled behind her, and converged into a pair of wings with a wingspan of two meters and a whole body composed of red lightning at the back waist.

With a flap of wings, the whole person of Summer Night turned into a red electric light, and in the blink of an eye, it caught up with the Debussota. Before using it for the first time, she had always thought that she would fly with her wings flapped like a bird. It wasn't until the day before departure that she finally realized that the wings were just a decoration, and when she really flew, the whole person would turn into a thunderbolt, and the speed of flight was as fast as thunder.

If there is anything bad about it, it is probably that when the flight state is lifted, the wings will definitely bloom into 99 clusters of thunder and lightning, even if there is no target that needs to be attacked, it must be attacked once, and it cannot be held back......

Fortunately, after experimentation, Summer Night had found a way, and she used her mind to lock on to a cloud in front of her, and then ended the flight.

"All, bullet, fire, shoot!!" Summer Night shouted in the middle of the day.

Ninety-nine bolts of lightning flew out from behind her, as if the girl was carrying a missile silo behind her, and they arced in the air, bypassing the huge whaling ship and smashing a small mountain-like cloud not far away.

Almost at the same time, the whaling ship jerked to the side, apparently startled by the sudden flash of lightning.

Summer Night, who had lost her wings, began to free fall again, and Xiu Ji had to stretch out a tentacle and wrap it around her ankle, pulling her back.

"Boom!"

The girl fell on the lookout in a very indecent position, but fortunately the body was much stronger than it looked, and there were no injuries on the body except for a little pain.

Xiu Ji had already turned into a black cat and walked up to her slowly.

"Meow~"

Summer Night turned over and sat up and asked, "How does the aether wind feel?" ”

"That's it." The black cat licked its paws with its tongue, "Although it does feel like the magic is going to blow away the magic, as long as it is something that I eat into my stomach, there is no reason to spit it out again." What about you? ”

Summer Night raised her wrist and looked at it, the number on it was still -9885, and the etheric wind that had been blowing for so long had not increased the overdraft of 1 Moor.

According to the second of the three laws of magic, the amount of magic in the witch's body decreases every day, and the amount is exactly 1 magic. Summer Night even speculated that perhaps the "Mol" unit itself was determined based on the amount of mana that decreases every day.

But for herself, it was a different story. Since her magic has always been overdrawn, it has never naturally decreased, or rather, the amount of overdraft has never increased naturally.

This looks like a situation where the witch's cup is a funnel, and if there is water in it, it will leak out a little bit every day, and if there is no water in it, it will naturally not leak any more.

And this makes her have another question: does the witch really need to "consume" mana to survive?

At first glance, the answer, of course, is "yes". But if you think about it carefully, you will find that there is such a possibility:

The mana that is reduced from the body every day is not "consumed", but "leaked", in other words, the witch does not actually need to "consume" the mana to survive.

Let's think about this question in the context of the "Third Law":

The third law: When the witch exhausts the magic in her body, she will die.

It can be said that the third law is the culprit that makes people think that "witches must consume magic power to survive", after all, if the magic power in the body is "exhausted", they will die.

It's like if the gas in the car's fuel tank runs out, the car won't move, a reason.

However, if we understand the third law from another perspective, we will find that:

Maybe if a witch wants to survive, what she really needs is not to "consume the magic power in her body", but to maintain the state of "magic power in her body"?

In other words, as long as there is magic power in the body, whether this magic power is consumed or not, the witch will not die. It's just that the witch's cup happens to be a "funnel", and it leaks a little magic every day, so it makes people mistakenly believe that the witch must consume a little magic every day to survive.

After all, if you reason from strict logic, you will find that the second and third laws do not directly deduce the conclusion that witches must consume a little magic every day to survive.

While it's possible that it's purely Summer Night's overthinking, her instincts tell her that her suspicions may be correct

Because...... After Grady was drained of her magic power, she still remembers the appearance of "summoning" when she was dying.

If witches really need to consume mana to survive, then when they run out of mana, they should quietly stop their activities like a doll doll that has run out of energy.

But the "summoning", whether it is the Asmodean pillar calling, which she saw with her own eyes on a summer night, or the summoning of other pillars described by Luca, without exception, will cause all kinds of visions, and these visions don't need energy? If magic is the energy of a witch, then for a witch who has exhausted her magic, where does the energy of "summoning" come from?

Thinking of this, Summer Night had already faintly had an idea: maybe for the witch, magic is not a necessary energy for survival, but has some other meaning?