Chapter 71: The Mage's Methods, Day and Night in the Same Orbit

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"Ahhh!"

A fire-winged bird over three meters long emerged from the light sphere.

It flew swiftly toward the upper floors of the skyscraper.

Crack!

The windows shattered, and the concrete walls burst apart.

The fire-winged bird thrust its head and neck into the room.

Its crimson eyes darted around, scanning the humans inside.

Like a hunter selecting prey.

"Ah!"

Someone unable to bear the mental pressure immediately began sprinting toward the exit.

The beautiful, lovely bird's head brought no joy, but instead left endless terror.

The others snapped out of it and immediately followed suit.

Some even pushed aside those nearby without hesitation to get ahead.

However, all of this was a meaningless struggle.

Boom!

The fire-winged bird opened its beak, and a torrent of flame over thirty meters long surged forth.

It burned the fleeing crowd into a row of charcoal.

This was the only action the fire-winged bird could take.

Due to the hardness of the reinforced concrete, even though the wall deformed.

The fire-winged bird's massive body still could not squeeze inside.

It remained stuck at the window, unable to move.

At this moment, survivors still remained in the room; some were too slow to react and hadn't managed to run.

Others were bold and careful, noticing the fire-winged bird's situation immediately.

So this bold person grabbed a stool and hurled it at the fire-winged bird.

He did not expect to kill the fire-winged bird; that would be somewhat unrealistic.

But judging by the weight of birds, the fire-winged bird must be very light.

If he struck at the right angle, he could knock the fire-winged bird off the skyscraper.

Then he could seize the opportunity to escape.

Whoosh!

The bird's beak pierced the air, and in an instant, this person's head shattered like a watermelon.

Brain matter splattered everywhere, raining down onto the floor.

This person had thought too optimistically; a fire-winged bird over three meters long already belonged to the First-Tier creatures.

Its reaction speed was within 50 milliseconds; it was simply not something a mere Level 1 human could handle.

Unable to fight and unable to flee, the remaining people sank into deep despair.

"Don't be afraid, be good, Mommy will stay with you." A mother held a little boy in her arms, huddled in a corner.

Her face was full of helplessness and panic, yet her eyes, looking at the little boy, were filled with tenderness.

"Mm!"

The little boy was only four or five years old; at his age, he did not yet fully understand life and death.

But he could read the panic in the adults, and his heart was filled with fear.

Only by huddling in his mother's arms could he feel a moment of warmth.

Crack!

The fire-winged bird tore backward, freeing itself from the door and window that had trapped it, then crashed forward heavily.

Bang!

The wall shattered, and the fire-winged bird's towering body finally squeezed inside.

It spread its wings, the wingspan reaching seven meters.

It occupied the entire room.

Flame energy flowed along its wings, and the instant it touched the survivors.

It directly ignited them while they were still alive.

At first, there were screams, but as their throats were burned away by the flames.

Only the crackling of the fire and the sounds of rolling and collating remained.

These fire-winged birds paid no attention; at this moment, their hearts were filled with joy.

Waves of inexplicable power surged into their bloodlines, strengthening their bodies.

The fire-winged bird could already feel that it would not be long before it underwent another transformation.

Evolving to a higher level!

Whoosh!

A black beam pierced through the ruined doorway, striking the fire-winged bird directly.

Aaaah~

The fire-winged bird let out a cry, but this time it was weak and feeble, the size of a mosquito or fly.

At this moment, it felt only soreness and weakness in every muscle of its body.

His mind was foggy, his eyelids nearly falling shut, wanting to sink into slumber.

The Fire-Wing Bird knew this wasn't normal, but it couldn't overcome its body's instincts.

Even though alarms were blaring in its perception, its whole body felt as heavy as a thousand catties.

Panic-stricken inside, it tried to unleash a flame breath.

Shhh-lick!

Accompanying a sound of tearing air, a longsword appeared out of thin air.

It plunged deep into the Fire-Wing Bird's eye socket and sank into its brain.

Blood began to seep from the Fire-Wing Bird's mouth and nostrils, and its whole body began to convulse as if in spasm.

This was the remnant brain still doing its job, trying to come back to life once more.

But it was futile; very quickly the Fire-Wing Bird sank into complete death.

At the same time, Professor Wang, dressed in casual clothes, also revealed his figure.

All of this was his doing; the black line at the start was the Exhaustion Ray.

This was a three-circle spell; if the target fails the Fortitude save,

they enter the Exhausted state, with Strength and Dexterity each reduced by 6 points.

If they pass, they still enter the Fatigued state, with Strength and Dexterity each reduced by 3 points.

This kind of spell, which still takes effect even if the save is passed,

guaranteed a steady weakening of the Fire-Wing Bird's combat power.

Then Professor Wang, who had cast Expeditious Retreat on himself, stealthily approached.

Wielding a longsword, he successfully assassinated the Fire-Wing Bird.

This is what a mage is—even when the disparity in strength is vast, they can still produce astonishing effects.

Those who only know how to brainlessly trade spell attacks are nothing but brutes.

Brutes who happen to have the ability to cast spells.

When their spell slots are spent, these brutes are nothing but fish on a cutting board.

They can't compare at all to a mage who uses their own wisdom, reasonably combines spells, and deals maximum effective damage.

If it weren't for Professor Wang's combat skills still having some flaws,

he wouldn't have needed to waste a second spell slot to kill the Fire-Wing Bird.

"Is anyone still alive?"

Professor Wang called out; no one around answered.

The charred remains silently told their story.

Especially in the corner, that pair of withered, pitch-black, twig-like eye sockets stung Professor Wang's heart even more.

A pair of withered arms clung tightly to the owner of those eye sockets—that was her final stubbornness.

Professor Wang's face was expressionless; his rational mind had long anticipated such a tragedy would occur.

In fact, thanks to his highly developed brain, he could even predict tonight's casualties based on the number of light orbs in the sky.

But numbers are ultimately just numbers, nowhere near as impactful as the scene before his eyes.

The hand gripping the longsword began to tremble slightly, but in an instant it became firm and steady.

He knew there would be many, many more such scenes tonight.

And what he had to do was reduce these numbers as much as possible.

……

At this moment, Blue Star, no matter where, was as bright as day.

As if there were no night at all.

But in reality it wasn't like that; night would still fall.

Yet there was no longer any distinction between time zones—this was the Unification of Day and Night.

After the light screen appeared, time across Blue Star achieved a great unification.

No matter where, the sun would rise together and set together.

Just like in a world where the heavens are round and the earth is square.

On a main road, Fang Shi was fighting three Fire-Feathered People.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Fire-Feathered People opened with a triple flame bombardment, yet all were dodged by Fang Shi with ease.

He was charging toward the enemy at a speed of twenty-five or twenty-six meters per second.

His figure was elegant and unrestrained, no obstacle able to stop him.

The Fire-Feathered People were undaunted, swinging their curved-blade greatswords at Fang Shi in advance.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Three bloody holes appeared on the heads of the three Fire-Feathered People.

They stared wide-eyed, as if unable to believe any of it.

The curved-blade greatswords in their hands were just a tiny bit away from reaching Fang Shi.

Especially with three curved-blade greatswords, they could have formed a killing cross on Fang Shi.

But that tiny bit would never arrive.

"You're just too slow."

Fang Shi shook his head and continued hurrying on his way.

The current him possessed a neural reaction speed equivalent to an ordinary person's 37 points of Dexterity.

This meant that an object moving at the speed of sound, once he perceived it, he reacted.

This object had only moved a little over one meter.

Not to mention the Fire-Feathered Humans, whose attack speed fell far short of the speed of sound.

In Fang Shi's eyes, their attack speed was not even as good as a turtle's.

Combined with his formidable strength and physique, it was one sword strike per kill.

"I was a bit careless; I shouldn't have been greedy for that little bit of Qi and rushed out so soon."

"But who could have foreseen a Third Impact occurring?"

Fang Shi felt a tiny bit of regret in his heart.

If it were still the Second Impact, just as before his rebirth.

Creatures from another world would emerge from the spatial channels.

Such a distribution resulted in a random effect.

Where monsters were plentiful or scarce depended entirely on luck.

But now, this mode was completely different.

Wherever people were concentrated, monsters were deployed there, with extreme precision.

Sweeping away the humans who had hidden themselves.

Fang Shi could be counted among the lone wanderers, so the monsters around him were pitifully few.

He ran a long distance before spotting a few, which simply could not satisfy his experience needs.

But it would be soon; with his speed, while maintaining his combat power.

It would take only about thirty minutes to reach the riverside.