Tsk!
Since the sneak attack assassination failed, he would simply retreat. The humanoid existence wearing the green suit curled the corners of his mouth and spread his hand to the side. Space began to slowly distort. It looked as if a special door was being opened. To be able to fold space and open a gateway, this existence wearing human skin was definitely a fellow with extremely high attainments in magecraft.
With the ability of the Witch of Britain, she could still discern that the fellow before her was not human. Generally speaking, non-human existences possessed some special means to a greater or lesser extent, stemming from the talents of their bloodlines. Yet, this existence did not use such talents. Whether it was the illusions or the current spatial folding, everything used was magecraft.
Should it be said that this fellow before her favored magecraft? Or was it that his abilities consisted only of magecraft? If it was the latter, then this fellow before her was definitely a magical construct.
As a witch who managed to throw all of Britain into chaos even during a period of mental instability, one must absolutely not underestimate her wisdom. Furthermore, she possessed 1,500 years of experience. This witch, who had been wandering the human world, had encountered no fewer special existences than Aslan and the others had during their worldly trials.
Without the ability to casually cross the gates between the inside and outside of the world, existences capable of lingering in the human world were definitely not ordinary. They all possessed their own unique traits to some degree, or employed various special methods. Therefore, Morgan was actually more knowledgeable and familiar with the ability to counter them specifically, and she possessed a more decisive reaction speed.
Thus, upon seeing this existence use magecraft to open a door, she immediately turned her palm to the side. A black staff, resembling a long lance yet also like an axe, appeared in her hand.
Although she could not completely seal the casting of magecraft, as a witch who could enter Merlin's domain through the lakes of Britain and step foot into the Inner Sea of the Planet, and as a witch who had crossed worlds during her long journey and witnessed a certain Singularity, she had conducted proper research into space out of curiosity.
She had achieved certain stage-based results in this research, more or less. Otherwise, with human technology constantly developing now, how could Morgan have remained hidden? Those relatively secretive areas also harbored the presence of other magi to some extent. How could a magus as powerful as the witch before him remain concealed from people's sight for so long without some ability?
As that somewhat violent-looking staff struck the ground directly, the surrounding illusions were immediately taken over by Morgan. Simultaneously, as that sound echoed outward, cracks rapidly appeared on the spatial gate beside the existence wearing human skin.
The black space was like a water surface suddenly frozen solid. Accompanied by a sound like shattering ice, the black spatial gate shattered at the very moment the sound rang out.
The existence wearing human skin widened his eyes slightly. The confident smile on his face stiffened. His expression seemed to have been frozen along with his spatial gate. For a moment, the somewhat twitching corners of his mouth maintained an expression between laughing and crying, appearing rather comical. At the same time, he couldn't help but secretly curse himself. If that man's body had been allotted to us, our power would not be this weak.
Of course, if this physical body didn't have to burden so many of them, he wouldn't have fallen to this state. If it weren't for the fact that only by integrating as a whole could they possess powerful strength as a single unit and become the Final Formula of Magecraft, he really wanted to throw all these guys out.
However, it was regrettable. It wasn't just because combining together allowed them to realize their strongest form at critical moments; on the other hand, because these existences were born together, their camaraderie was more or less quite sufficient.
Throughout these long ages of time and space, if they hadn't supported each other, they likely would have struggled to survive until now. In that universe, if they hadn't pooled their power, it would have been difficult to find a suitable host on Earth. Because of their constant drifting outward, if they couldn't find a host soon, their connection with Earth would become increasingly weak.....
I don't even know if we could inhabit aliens.Even if we inhabited aliens, without Earth's coordinates, we wouldn't be able to return!Could it be that we would have to stay on an alien planet, opening up a path of magecraft there and becoming the ancestors of alien magecraft?
In short, they had gone through untold hardships to return. As the saying goes, adversity reveals true feelings. They could more or less be considered to have cooperated with full collective effort. Therefore, he could not bring himself to leave the other guys behind.
If they were just following the most basic laws of nature, it wouldn't matter. Moreover, as intelligent beings, weren't they existences that sometimes disrupted the most basic laws? Although they were not human, they possessed equally high intelligence. This point was enough for them to consider themselves highly intelligent beings standing at the top of the food chain, at least in terms of wisdom.
In short, although he had some complaints on his lips, this existence would still obediently keep his companions close by his side.
Morgan didn't care what the existence wearing human skin before her was thinking. She simply and quietly spat out a few words, "Spatial Magecraft, Forbidden."
Morgan had not yet named this spell of hers. However, according to terminology in games, this kind of move should be called "Silence." Of course, Morgan felt that this name was simply too common.
The witch, draped in a black ensemble and wearing a black veil, raised her chin slightly. Then, she aimed the somewhat brutal-looking weapon in her hand at the existence wearing human skin before her. "Since you have provoked me, do not think you can leave so casually. Come, make me feel entertained! You had best do your utmost to please me!"
The somewhat brutal staff in her hand swung forward, whipping up a giant wave of black-blue flames. It seemed as if it could devour everything in the vicinity. The high temperature of the flames even caused the surrounding air to ripple and distort.
Watching the flames burning fiercely towards him, the existence wearing human skin hurriedly raised his hand. One after another, tentacle-like, pillar-like existences rose from underground. They did not look huge, but they formed a wall. The flames collided with this bizarre wall, whipping up a wave of purple, foul-smelling gas.
This foul wave caused the witch to frown involuntarily. She even raised her hand to add a filtration spell to her nose. Otherwise, this witch was somewhat worried about whether she could persist until the end of this battle.