Chapter 111: Gwei E Beast

Beyond the outskirts of Sand Willow District, on the endless yellow horizon, towering creatures composed of sand slowly rose into the sky.

They varied in form—some resembled giants, others were ape-like with arms thicker than their waists, and still others were fleshy masses that writhed as they moved.

But without exception, each bore at least three mouths, each possessing a complete human oral structure.

Their deep red lips hung half-open, revealing tongues coated in white fungal growth and rows of filthy, yellow teeth.

A thing made of sand, yet covered in organic flesh—utterly bizarre.

“What are those?”

The witch Demia frowned in confusion.

Wizards possess vast knowledge—that is the foundation of their spellcasting.

But now, none of the three wizards present recognized the creatures ahead.

With every step the monsters took, their mouth-organs vomited thick black matter that seeped into the ground.

It was obviously harmful—no need to guess.

As they drew nearer, the intensity of the sandstorm increased.

Hss—

A spiritual arrow sliced through the sky.

It struck precisely at the head of the giant at the front of the horde.

But their bodies were made of sand—the arrow easily punched a hole through its skull and embedded itself in the ground.

The next instant, the head restored itself.

“Physical penetration attacks aren’t effective? Let me try.”

Witch Demia glanced at Luo De, then stepped forward.

In truth, the failure to protect Shi Ying Town still weighed heavily on her.

Though she was grateful Luo De had saved her, that didn’t mean she didn’t want to regain her dignity in front of him.

Magic began to surge through her body; the hem of her gown, the brim of her magic hat, and the pink-tipped braid all stirred without wind, fluttering wildly.

The two mounds on her chest rose with the surge, swaying enticingly.

Witches need no staves—they themselves are the finest magical conduits.

If a staff costing 15,000 Jin Along could boost casting speed by 20%, then witches inherently gain a 50% casting speed bonus the moment they learn a spell.

This is why most witches favor long-incantation spells.

As the spell took shape,

a mass of orange-red fire-cloud rose above the monster horde.

Boom—

A thunderous crack echoed within the clouds.

The next instant, torrents of furious orange-red flames rained down, radiating scorching steam.

【Rain of Fire】.

“A fine spell.”

Kali Site praised.

“Thank you.”

Watching the monsters burn and fall,

the witch exhaled deeply.

Then she turned to Sharon and gave a gentle yet provocative smile.

“What are you grinning at? I haven’t cast a real spell in ages—you should mind your clothes. If your chest flies out any moment, I’d like to see you still smiling.”

The dog-people girl didn’t care, retorting coolly.

In fact, witches’ skin is far more delicate than that of ordinary humans and requires excellent breathability.

That’s why Demia wore a magic hat with an extra-wide brim.

After casting, her skin had taken on a faint pink hue, making it look even more fragile.

Luo De paid no attention to their exchange.

He kept his gaze fixed on the distant monsters, sensing something off.

Though the monsters were being crushed one after another by the Rain of Fire, their fully structured mouths kept opening and closing as they died.

As if screaming.

“Don’t relax—I feel something’s wrong.”

Before he finished speaking, his expression changed abruptly.

A stream of silent psychic waves emerged from the desert, moving slowly but relentlessly toward Demia.

Thud—

He vanished from his spot and intercepted her, standing before her.

But it was already too late.

Witch Demia suddenly turned deathly pale, swaying unsteadily—Luo De barely caught her in time, pulling her into his arms.

Softness pressed against him—he could barely sense any bones in her body.

The others’ expressions changed as well.

Sharon reacted most violently, snatching Demia from Luo De and immediately pouring a healing potion down her throat.

“What happened?”

Kali Site turned to the forest warden.

“Psychic attack?”

“Correct.”

“Hmm—I recall now. These are Gwei E Beast, a cosmic entity.”

The elf concluded after brief thought, saying:

“About one hundred and twenty years ago, they appeared on the continent as invaders—likely accidentally released by a wizard’s failed experiment. No one has ever taken responsibility. Twenty years after their emergence, their population swelled, and the Magic Control League classified them as a Class-C disaster, offering bounties for each slain. They were swiftly eradicated over the next decade, and now they’re rarely seen.”

Sharon blinked, handing the witch to Tally.

She pulled out a notebook.

Clearly a magical item.

After inputting a keyword, it rapidly flipped pages, then froze on one.

“Gwei E Beast: a non-corporeal psychic cosmic entity that attaches objects to itself. Emits 【Soul Tremor】. Its vomit is a psychic contaminant—strictly forbidden for those with low psychic resistance.”

Upon hearing this,

Kali Site ’s delicate eyebrows furrowed.

“Troublesome—I’m weak in psychic magic.”

Luo De slowly drew his glowing golden sword.

Smiling, he said:

“What’s to fear? I’m right here.”

“You? Don’t be reckless! Psychic resistance isn’t the same as physical strength!”

The elf warned.

“No, Miss Kali Site ,” Sharon shook her head. “Luo De’s psychic resistance is the strongest I’ve ever seen. If he can’t handle it, no one here can.”

“Impossible? He’s just a spiritual warrior who can’t even escape a succubus—”

“Hey! Why bring her into this?!”

Tally snapped.

Luo De ignored them, executing a supreme leap that crushed the ground beneath him as he shot into the air.

Boom!!

He arced through the sky like a cannonball and landed squarely in the midst of the monsters.

The impact sent up a circular curtain of swirling sand.

Now at close range, Luo De realized the creatures emitted a foul stench.

“Die!”

He grimaced in disgust.

【Sword of Devotion】 gathered vast spiritual energy.

A sweeping left-to-right slash—his 【Giant Slash】 grew ever more refined as it drew, building momentum.

A spiritual blade extending over five meters long swept clean an entire row of monsters.

Immediately, Luo De felt silent psychic waves crashing against his mind.

But under the overwhelming psychic resistance of 【Heaven’s Will】, every one was nullified.

Like cutting through melons—he treated 【Giant Slash】 as a basic attack, clearing the horde in mere swings.

He returned triumphantly to Sand Willow District.

He shrugged at Kali Site .

“.”

The proud elf refused to acknowledge him, instead saying:

“If these monster waves keep coming, we need another plan—we can’t rely solely on one person.”

“Indeed.”

After a brief rest, Dimea gradually regained her composure and immediately agreed with the elf’s words.

She then turned to Luo De and smiled as she nodded.

At the very last moment before losing consciousness, she had seen Luo De standing before her; though still reluctant, she felt a touch of gratitude in her heart.

Luo De was momentarily startled.

So a delicate, pale face with a hint of baby fat could radiate maternal tenderness when it smiled.

(End of Chapter)