Chapter 170: Soaring into the Clouds

The dark green liquid in the cylinder continued to boil, all the ancient runes on the black ring in the middle of the cylinder lit up, and Allen even felt the ground begin to tremble...

"Clang—" the creature inside seemed to be battering against the cylinder...

He knew he had to do something, or else something terrible would be released by him...

His brain raced as he looked at the control panel before him; he felt he didn't have such good luck to press the button that could suppress the creature inside the cylinder on the first try.

At that moment, he suddenly thought of the series of things he had witnessed after entering the cave.

Why was "Turn off the light" written at the entrance?

He had previously thought it meant turning off the lights, but now seeing that there was nothing like a lamp inside.

And the walls around seemed coated with a light-absorbing paint...

Allen suddenly realized something...

He looked at the dozens of light orbs dancing in the air...

"Nox!" He drew his wand and cast the spell at the light orbs flying in the sky.

In an instant, all the light orbs in the air vanished, and the entire hall plunged into darkness again, with only the great door he had entered through left open, letting in a faint glimmer of light...

The sound of the creature struggling inside the cylinder suddenly became much quieter, then gradually grew even smaller, until the entire hall returned to silence...

Allen let out a long sigh of relief, then ran out of the hall without looking back, and didn't forget to close the great door as he left...

He panted heavily in the cave, still shaken; the danger he had just felt was terrifying. He lost control of his body before he could react, and that feeling of helplessness was truly unbearable.

After he recovered, he thought again of the eight-eyed giant spiders outside the cave. When he reached the cave entrance, he found that all the eight-eyed giant spiders at the entrance had vanished, leaving only messy traces on the ground showing they had been active there.

He also saw the corpse of an eight-eyed giant spider not far from the cave entrance and observed the corpse using starlight and moonlight.

The corpse of this eight-eyed giant spider was very strange; its legs were tightly closed, there were no signs of struggle on the ground, and there were no wounds on its body...

Although he couldn't read the expression of an eight-eyed giant spider, Allen could sense a feeling of fear from its lifeless face...

This eight-eyed giant spider was scared to death! This thought suddenly popped into Allen's mind.

Although this idea was a bit far-fetched, it was indeed the best explanation now. As the person who had faced that creature directly, Allen had quite a say on the matter; that aura was simply too dangerous...

However, Allen couldn't afford to think about these things carefully; the most urgent matter was to leave this place.

But just as he was about to walk out of the cave, he suddenly hesitated...

How should he return?

He gazed into the dark Forbidden Forest; a night wind blew, rustling the leaves with a rustle, and the shadowy shapes seemed to hide many dangerous creatures...

What if these eight-eyed giant spiders were ambushing him around?

Once he left the cave, and a few eight-eyed giant spiders blocked the entrance, he wouldn't find such a good terrain so easily...

Although Allen thought this possibility was relatively small, the intelligence the eight-eyed giant spiders had shown today made him dare not underestimate this species again.

After all, the price of underestimation was his life.

Moreover, his buttocks were still glowing; even if the eight-eyed giant spiders weren't ambushing him nearby, he would easily attract their attention on the way back...

After thinking it over, the best solution was still to leave by flying through the air...

Allen's first thought was still the Levitation Charm, but the problem with the Levitation Charm was that it was too slow; he would be the perfect target while slowly rising.

So the best solution was to transfigure a pair of wings; the flexibility and speed of winged flight were sufficient to dodge the webs of suddenly appearing eight-eyed giant spiders.

But his previous attempt to reset the ability to transfigure a specific form by altering his memory's perception of time had failed, and he now couldn't transfigure a pair of wings.

Only now did he have time to think about why his previous attempt to reset the ability to transfigure a specific form by altering his memory's perception of time had failed.

He carefully searched his memory and quickly found the problem: there were too many memories in his mind regarding the perception of time; he had been too anxious when altering the memories, hadn't finished modifying them completely, which caused cognitive confusion, and at the same time, his ability to transfigure a specific form remained unreset.

The glowing buttocks of the firefly he had randomly received actually belonged to the ordinary random transfiguration for the second day; his innate transfiguration only occurred while he was in deep sleep.

After understanding the cause and effect, Allen relaxed a lot, but another problem stood before him: should he try again to alter his memory to reset the ability to transfigure a specific form?

Yes!

Allen made the decision quickly.

Allen, who had already altered his memory once, suddenly saw things more clearly; that is how people are: once something has been done for the first time, the second and third times are not so resisted.

So he ordered the Blade Leopards to remain on alert.

Then he pressed his wand against his temple and carefully searched his brain for memories regarding the perception of time; this time, without the spiders hunting him, he was much more calm and patient...

Soon he found these memories and, without hesitation, altered the perception of time within them to five days later...

After the alteration was complete, he only felt a strange sensation in his heart, with no other abnormalities...

He looked at the tattered watch on his wrist; the time was already 11:55 at night, and he needed to hurry back.

He hesitated for a moment but decided to take out a piece of black dragon scale; this was something he had bought with his money, just in case of emergencies. He had prepared quite a few similar magical materials; previously he had been stingy simply because he had no money, but now that he had money, he wouldn't hesitate to spend what needed to be spent.

There were too many accidents today; he didn't want any more accidents to happen on his return, so he needed to transfigure a pair of wings strong enough, and the wings of a fire dragon were the most suitable.

He visualized his shoulder blades turning into wings in his mind, then used the memory magic to enter sleep again...

When he woke up, a pair of huge black wings had appeared behind him; the wings were very strong, with fine black scales covering the key areas, looking very much like bat wings, and the tips of the wings grew some spikes.

The scale he had just used was from a Hungarian Horntail dragon.

Although the huge wings were somewhat heavy, they were very flexible to control.

Allen hesitated no more; he walked out of the cave, sprinted quickly, and vigorously flapped his wings; he had already learned how to fly using wings amidst life and death last year.

He quickly felt the huge lift the flapping wings brought him; the distance from the ground grew greater and greater, and the speed faster and faster...

During the ascent, no eight-eyed giant spiders came to interfere with him.

He flapped his huge fleshy wings freely, soaring up into the clouds...

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