Chapter 565 - Direct Breakdown from Torment (2/2)

Faced with this bloody scene, that skin had cracked. Elovan had broken down, and Milose was close.

By now, Avatar was tired from it all. He’d been exhausted originally and now broke Elovan’s arms and legs into dozens of pieces. Panting heavily, he paused.

Seeing Elovan’s teary and snotty face, a large portion of his anger was gone. He stabbed his sword into the ground and rested against it. At the same time, he scoffed coldly.

“I thought you were powerful, but I guess you’re just some kids.”

He glanced at Link. “Alright, I’ve vented my anger. Master, how do you prepare to punish them?”

Link had already thought of it. Seeing how Elovan had broken down, he got another idea. Of course, he couldn’t say it aloud now.

He pointed in Mara City’s direction. “They released the poison and have infected almost the entire city. Thankfully, the poisoned Beastmen haven’t spread out due to the surrounding magic seal. We must cure them promptly, but it’s too slow with the two of us. We need their help.”

Curing the poison was the most important task at hand.

Avatar was instantly enlightened. He hit his head in annoyance.

“I cut off this guy’s hands and feet. Now we have one less person. It’ll slow us down!”

“It’s alright. Broken bones can be reconnected.”

Avatar didn’t believe this. “They can be reconnected?”

So Link started using the Magician’s Hand. First, he collected all the pieces of limbs and arranged them in the right order. Next, he used the Magician’s Hand to connect them in the right shape.

Then, Link took out the Song of Tomorrow magic sword. He drew runes in the air around the arm. He was so fast that the sword tip just quivered and countless runes lit up in the air before sinking into the body parts.

Something miraculous happened. When the runes entered the arm, the bloody marks at the cut faded, faded, and finally disappeared. The skin just melded together like that.

But that wasn’t all.

Link didn’t stop and kept drawing runes. When he stopped after more than ten minutes, Elovan’s hands and feet had recovered their original appearance. The only difference was that one could see many faint magic veins on the skin.

After that, Link said, “Stand up and try walking.”

Elovan cautiously stood up. He stretched his arms, shook his feet, and walked around. Then he said to Link, “Lord, there are no more problems.”

As a fellow Magician, he was familiar with this spell. Technically, it came from the flesh magic puppet spell of the High Elves. However, Link’s spell for making magic puppets had been developed to another level. He’d added many of his own innovations too. For example, his feet and hands felt just like the original. This was something the High Elf spell couldn’t do.

Of course, there were still side effects. The biggest one was that he couldn’t add Natural Power to his extremities anymore. After influence from great power, his power might even stop working.

Avatar made noises of appreciation. He’d fully witnessed the power of Magicians today.

As a king, today’s experiences made him realize how important magic was. A race that didn’t know magic might be eliminated, but his race barely had any Magicians.

My race must have our own Magicians, he thought. Shamans aren’t enough. Otherwise, if something like this happens again, would I have to ask for help outside again?

On the other hand, Link obviously didn’t know what Avatar was thinking. Looking to Milose, he asked, “What about you? Do you need King Avatar to pick apart your limbs and then come help or help now?”

Milose scrambled up from the ground. “I’ll help now. I’ll help now.”

“Oh, you’re very smart.” Chuckling, Link said, “Then let’s start.”