Chapter 146: American Cousin

What does it feel like to fly at Mach 3?

First, you will feel silence.

No sound can catch up to your speed, and all external movements cannot reach your ears.

After the outside world fades away, you gradually begin to hear the sounds of your own body: first the pulsing of blood, then the breathing, and then gradually, you seem to be able to feel the writhing of internal organs and the contraction of muscles.

Second, you will completely lose your perception of distance.

You soar high in the sky, the vast land is in full view, there are no references for distance, only the constantly passing clouds indicate how fast you are flying.

Third, you will be so excited that you want to scream.

Extreme speed always makes one's blood boil.

But Murphy didn't scream; he was currently a raven, and his beak was encased in a titanium alloy shell, so he couldn't open it at all. He could only choose to look at the scenery to relieve his excited mood.

Behind the small goggles, his gaze swept across the ground casually. His long-range vision allowed him to see people on the ground even from thousands of meters in the air.

But soon, the pleasure of this observation was gone, because he had flown out of San Francisco, and the area below had turned into a forest and farmland.

Then he saw another city, but half a minute later, it was left behind. He saw a small lake, then cities, mountains, forests, cities, mountains, forests. After several cycles, he saw the canyon.

1,000 kilometers, he reached his destination in just over ten minutes.

He was just about to slow down when a storm cloud appeared in front of him.

In high-speed flight, he didn't have time to turn and drilled straight into it. Several bright electric sparks flashed before his eyes. He seemed to see a huge silhouette, then with a "bang," he felt a moment of resistance, as if he had penetrated something, and then he rushed out of the storm cloud.

What the hell?

He immediately slowed down. Having finally braked to below the speed of sound, he heard a harsh bird cry coming from the storm cloud behind him.

Perhaps because they were both birds, he actually heard pain and anger in that sound.

Then, with a "whoosh," the storm cloud suddenly opened a gap, and a large bird, brilliant gold all over as if it were the sun, rushed out from it.

That was an extremely beautiful bird, with a head like an eagle, a body as large as a truck, and actually had three pairs of wings, with the largest pair estimated to have a wingspan of over ten meters.

But at this moment, there was a large hole in its second wing on the right side. The wing was almost split in two by that hole, completely broken, leaving only a bit of flesh and skin hanging, constantly dripping blood that sparkled with electric light.

Uh...

That was obviously caused by him just now.

At Mach 3 speed, he in his raven form was essentially a cannonball, and with the titanium alloy helmet he was wearing, he was directly upgraded to an armor-piercing projectile. No flesh and blood could withstand such an impact.

Thunderbirds can stir up wind and thunder; obviously, it was just unfortunate enough to be in front of his flight path just now.

Suddenly, the Thunderbird let out a long cry, its golden eyes fixed on him. Murphy read the expression: "You hit me! I'm going to kill you!"

Big brother, if I say I really didn't mean it, would you believe me?

The Thunderbird flapped its largest pair of wings and rushed over with a "whoosh," but its movements were clearly uncoordinated. Obviously, because its small wing was broken, it had lost its balance.

Seeing that things were not looking good, Murphy accelerated and prepared to run, but the Thunderbird let out another angry cry. Wind and thunder gathered, and a storm cloud appeared out of thin air in front of Murphy. Then, with a "crack," a bolt of lightning struck Murphy, causing his vision to go black, and he fell from the sky.

After falling several hundred meters in an instant, Murphy suddenly woke up with a start. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a large mouth open, and it looked like it was about to swallow him.

In a flash, he immediately accelerated and darted forward, avoiding the Thunderbird's attack, but his body lost balance due to the huge wind pressure from the latter's charge. The titanium alloy bird helmet was also blown away. Murphy was spinning, and subconsciously opened his mouth and bit onto something that was passing by his eyes. It seemed to be the edge of a small wing.

With a "rip," Murphy heard another painful cry and was shocked to find that he had actually bitten the other party's already injured small wing, and in the latter's painful rolling, he had torn off the wing that only had a bit of skin and flesh left connecting it.

Pale golden blood rain immediately covered Murphy's whole body, and the electric sparks jumping within it made his whole body numb.

The Thunderbird was completely crazy now. It let out an extremely angry cry, and countless lightning bolts like fences scattered from its body. The air was immediately filled with the smell of ozone.

It's over, this time I've completely pissed it off.

Murphy didn't dare to stay any longer. He immediately transformed into human form, pulled out his wand, and Apparated away from the spot, jumping behind a severely wind-eroded rock. Then he Apparated again. After using Apparition several times in a row, he finally couldn't see the poor Thunderbird, but the angry cry still came from afar, miserable and endless.

Sorry, brother, I really didn't mean it.

After confirming that the Thunderbird really couldn't see him, Murphy transformed back into a raven and flew into the sky. However, this time he didn't dare to fly so fast, only cruising in the air at subsonic speed, looking for traces of the Basilisk.

However, after searching for more than two hours, his eyes were almost ruined, and he still hadn't found the location of the Basilisk.

He landed and stopped on a bare tree, thinking whether the explorer was bragging, maybe he hadn't seen any Basilisk at all.

At this moment, a raven suddenly stopped next to him.

That was a North American crow, but it was smaller than the raven Murphy had transformed into. Its feathers, in Murphy's current four-color vision, presented a blue-purple metallic luster, very... beautiful.

"Caw-caw—" The crow suddenly called to him twice.

Inexplicably, Murphy understood, roughly similar to: "You are very strong."

Murphy: "Caw."

Meaning: "Oh."

"Coo-coo—" (Can you dance for me?)

Murphy: "Caw? Caw-caw!"

What the hell, dance for you, get lost.

The crow moved to the side, but after a while, it stuck over again, "Coo-coo-coo—" (My home is very big, do you want to come and see?)

Murphy: "!!"

Help!

This bird wants to get with me!

He finally understood, this female crow was courting him!

It's spring now, a season when all things are thriving. It's normal for birds to be in heat, but... I'm a wizard, damn it! Are you mistaken!

Oh, well, I am indeed a bird right now.

Murphy was just about to take off quickly to kill this forbidden love, but suddenly his mind turned, and he stopped again.

"Caw-caw... caw?"

"Do you know where there is a big reptile nearby that can turn animals into unmoving stones?"

The Grand Canyon is so big, he is unfamiliar with the place, where would he find it? It's better to ask these American cousins.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 147 =====