Chapter 132: Crying and Laughing

As the two finished speaking.

From the strange building came a clanging sound, and one human-shaped magic puppet after another walked out from the smashed dark door; every puppet had the appearance of a young girl, their postures varied and their attire all different, yet one could see that in height, build, and details there was a fairly unified production standard. At this moment each puppet also had a glowing silk thread behind it, connecting to the light on that strange building.

Luge looked at the Old Wizard Apprentice with a questioning gaze; the other party nodded, indicating that down below was these things.

At the same time the Old Wizard Apprentice was also very curious about Dasuo Ya Fanxing, who was laughing wildly nonstop; that look — not to mention doing anything — was simply as if she were going to laugh herself to death.

A full twenty-six magic puppets walked out from that underground dark door.

Luge abruptly dodged left; three magic puppets joined forces to hurl one magic puppet over like a sharp sword.

"What do we do next!" Luge shouted loudly, the dice still clenched in his hand.

The Old Wizard Apprentice was also dodging the pouncing magic puppets.

Suddenly, both were startled at once; three of the magic puppets they had dodged actually turned in unison, raised their hands like knives, and stabbed toward Dasuo Ya Fanxing, who was laughing wildly on the spot. Clearly, Dasuo Ya had already prepared everything for herself, but she did not do so directly; using her own magic puppets to kill herself might not be a good choice for the ritual.

"Protect her first." The Old Drunkard cursed softly and said.

Luge rushed over fiercely, crashing into two magic puppets like a wild bull and knocking them flying; the two girl-shaped puppets were actually heavier than he imagined, nearly costing him his life. Another puppet was intercepted and knocked away by a gemstone, but it was still a step too late, letting another wound appear on Dasuo Ya's body, and a spurt of blood shot out along with her wild laughter.

Before they could catch their breath, the dozen or so magic puppets in the distance had already positioned themselves in a peculiar formation, all spreading their hands and raising one arm.

A large amount of fireballs, like a rain of fire, flew toward the two of them; of course Dasuo Ya herself was also within the fireball technique's coverage.

Luge couldn't care about that much; dragging Dasuo Ya he ran, estimating the time as he ran — how long ago Ba'angte's dance had ended, these two people's spiritual power strength should be about the same, not knowing whether the Demon Dice's influence duration would be the same.

"Destroy their positions."

As the Old Drunkard spoke, several gemstones had already flown over, crashing into the pile of magic puppets continuously firing fireballs.

Luge waved a hand and also summoned Dasha and Aijin; the familiar Zizi worm was currently sleeping so he did not summon it, simply instructing the two kobolds to ignore everything else and just mind their own safety and disrupt the formation of those gathered magic puppets.

At this moment a group of magic puppets surrounded them; Luge abruptly threw the wildly laughing Dasuo Ya toward the Old Wizard Apprentice.

One magic puppet burst into flames all over, leapt into midair attempting to intercept, seemingly wanting to embrace her and let her die in a warm fiery embrace.

This Old Drunkard was also quick-witted; he summoned three gemstones in advance to catch Dasuo Ya.

Round after round of sky-covering fireballs finally ceased.

"I didn't find the magic puppet she needs for promotion; that must be a very high-grade, exquisite magic puppet — once promotion succeeds, that puppet will become her new body," the Old Drunkard roared, "that puppet should be among these magic puppets."

Luge had a flash of inspiration.

Since the Old Drunkard put it that way, what if he forcibly took the magic puppets one by one into the Abyssal Bedroom Space? Could this ritual continue across a small space fragment connected to him?

Or else, directly throw Dasuo Ya Fanxing into the Abyssal Bedroom Space.

Worth a try, but it would expose his personal bedroom space in front of the two Wizard Apprentices.

Hesitated for a moment.

He still decided to risk a try.

Happening upon the Old Wizard Apprentice turning his back, Luge skillfully opened a spatial door, fiercely grabbed a pouncing magic puppet and shoved it into the bedroom space. Just as he was delighting in his quick wit, the light silk connecting that puppet touched the edge of the space door, instantly twisting and dissipating the spatial door; the puppet in his hand seized the chance to attack, and he forcefully smashed it away.

At this time he also noticed that as time passed, the Old Wizard Apprentice in the distance seemed to be truly panicking.

"No, not this one either, how come none of them are it!"

The Old Drunkard, besieged and protected by various gemstones, roared while checking the magic puppets one by one.

The troublesome Dasuo Ya was also thrown over by the Old Drunkard at this moment.

Luge's stubborn streak surged up; one hand caught Dasuo Ya, the other unfolded a new spatial door. Right at this moment, making his eyes widen — when he shoved Dasuo Ya into the space, a beam of light several dozen times thicker than all the light threads behind the magic puppets emerged behind her; the spatial door also vanished again.

Although that thick beam of light only appeared for an instant, it successfully drew the Old Wizard Apprentice's gaze.

Luge also clearly saw that the twenty-six magic puppets present each split off a light thread connecting to Dasuo Ya, finally merging together to create that thick end.

"Hahaha!" The Old Drunkard laughed loudly.

Luge also understood in an instant; guided by those fleeting light threads, each of the light threads connecting Dasuo Ya to the magic puppets pointed to different positions — some connected to a puppet's palm, some to another puppet's lower leg.

Dasuo Ya Fanxing had disassembled her final magic puppet and separately hidden the pieces on these twenty-six magic puppets.

Luge recalled the Old Drunkard's earlier judgment that Dasuo Ya might have a method to hide her strength for a short time after promoting to Official Wizard; perhaps that method was also similar — disassembling herself.

The Old Wizard Apprentice, excited, relying on the memory of that flash, began trying to dismantle the key parts of those magic puppets one by one; as long as enough of the true puppet bodies' parts were destroyed, it would inevitably affect the ritual. At the same time, if he succeeded, not only would he save his own life and save Fanxing City, he would also reap a considerable fortune.

The Old Drunkard's excited laughter also let Luge's taut nerves finally relax slightly.

He understood the Old Drunkard's intent, so bearing the constantly increasing injuries on his body, he fled desperately with Dasuo Ya Fanxing in a planned way, scattering the magic puppets to create a better environment for the Old Drunkard.

The light of hope shone.

Dasuo Ya Fanxing's wild laughter suddenly grew louder, then abruptly stopped.

All magic puppets also stood motionless at the same time.

A ball of gentle light emerged from her body, hazy and drifting, gradually rising to midair, twisting and swaying into a human shape. That human shape moved slowly, its face unclear, and actually bowed separately to Luge and the Old Wizard Apprentice. That slow motion added heavy sincerity to this bowing act at this moment.

The Old Wizard Apprentice had already gone stupid; in his fright he seemed even more rigid than those magic puppets.

Only to see that light-shadow human shape, after paying respects, suddenly disperse, turning into twenty-six small light arrows that flew into different parts of those twenty-six magic puppets.

Crack crack sounds rang out continuously; at this point they no longer needed to laboriously dismantle — those magic puppets respectively emitted sounds, separating out twenty-six different parts.

Luge looked to the side; Dasuo Ya Fanxing's true body no longer had any vitality.

He caught sight of the Demon Dice in his hand; a description surfaced in his mind: the dice was condensed from six playful, mischievous, extremely special little demons under extremely peculiar circumstances; it has a deeper layer of influence on people in different states — it causes those with weak willpower to fall permanently blind, makes those with psychological shadows fearful to the point of being unable to move, even scared to death; makes lazy people dance nonstop until they collapse near death; makes those harboring grief laugh until they suffocate.

And rolling a four is wild laughter.

(Chapter End)