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Chapter 45: Stitched Beast

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Just as Noriaan was still looking around vigilantly, a figure suddenly jumped out from the ground. He was covered in a layer of shadow, and used his hand as a knife. There was a large amount of shadow power at the edge of his arm, forming an extremely sharp long blade!

This attack was sudden, brutal, and silent!

Moreover, Lucian grasped the timing very well. At this time, Noriaan had just constructed a witchcraft for detection, and his mental strength was still in a slightly shocking stage after casting the witchcraft. He had no way to cast other witchcraft to attack or defend.

However, Noriaan was also an experienced third-level wizard apprentice, so after he understood his situation, he quickly moved sideways to avoid the vitals, and blocked Lucian's shadow blade with his left hand. In his right hand, a magic scroll appeared out of thin air, and after tearing it into pieces, a huge ice shield quickly formed.

Lucian narrowed his eyes, but realized that this move of his could not kill Noriaan. He no longer hesitated and quickly changed his target. Before the ice shield was completely formed, the shadow blade directly slashed towards Noriaan's left hand.

puff--

A severed arm was thrown away.

Noriaan took the opportunity to retreat. He didn't even look at his flying left arm, but looked at Lucian with cold eyes.

Lucian glanced at Noriaan's severed left hand and felt a little regretful.

After all, broken arms and legs are not considered serious injuries to wizards. As long as they are willing to pay a certain price, they can regenerate the broken limbs.

If Noriaan had hesitated just now, Lucian would definitely have cut his throat with the shadow blade, even if it required a certain price to do so!

Unfortunately, Noriaan was too decisive and ruthless.

"I thought you wouldn't come." Although Noriaan's left arm was broken at this time, his tone seemed somewhat relaxed, and the tone of his conversation was as if he was chatting with a friend.

Lucian narrowed his eyes and looked at the huge monster standing next to Noriaan, who was at least five meters tall. There was a hint of fear in his eyes. After all, the aura emanating from this big guy was even more exaggerated than that of Noriaan.

More importantly, Lucian recognized this highly representative man-made monster.

This is a standard stitched beast, which originated from the ancient and bloody wizard empire era. It is a standard creation of black wizards. Generally speaking, it is a puppet made from human bodies or the corpses of some powerful monsters, with thick skin and flesh, great destructive power and civilization.

However, alchemical creatures such as Stitched Beasts require extremely high attainments in necromancy and human modification from the creator. Usually, only formal wizards with relatively high attainments in these subjects will have this thing as a thug. Some Stitched Beasts created by formal wizards can even have combat power comparable to that of formal wizards.

The thing behind Noriaan is a large branch of the Stitched Beast, the Abomination. Although it looks a bit bloated and cumbersome, this big guy is actually not bulky. On the contrary, it has an extremely strong threat in terms of attack. The only disadvantage is that it is not good at long-range attack. If it is allowed to perform desperate burst moves, then the Abomination will show people what a truly flexible fat guy is!
Lucian slowly retreated, keeping a certain distance.

At this moment, he was being double-teamed by Noriaan and the abomination, and the situation was not optimistic. If Noriaan allowed the abomination to explode desperately, he might even die here.

After all, judging from the aura emanating from this abomination, its normal strength has already reached the peak of a third-level wizard apprentice. So once it enters the "fat burning" state, I'm afraid its strength will be close to the limit of a third-level wizard apprentice!
Not to mention, there is also a Noriaan who is watching closely.

If he were an ordinary person or someone whose main profession was close combat, such as a knight, his strength would be greatly reduced due to a broken arm. However, as a wizard, especially a wizard with rich practical experience, Noriaan's combat power would not be greatly affected by the loss of his left hand.

Lucian couldn't help but feel like retreating. He felt that if he wanted to retreat, Noriaan wouldn't be able to stop him with his shadow stealth skills.

But the fact that Noriaan can now refine abominations shows that his attainments in necromancy are infinitely close to that of a formal wizard. If he is given another three years, he has a high probability of being promoted to a formal wizard!
By then, my situation will become even more difficult.

“No…” Lucian observed the abomination carefully, and soon discovered that this big guy was “strong on the outside but weak on the inside”.

“Turns out it’s just a semi-finished product.” Lucian narrowed his eyes. He was almost fooled by Noriaan just now.

Although the abomination in front of him was extremely powerful, it lacked the most essential spirituality and was more like a dead object.

You have to know that synthetic beasts like abominations not only need to be refined to have powerful bodies, but also need to help them "awaken their spirits". The abomination refined by Noriaan obviously does not have its own intelligence. If Noriaan wants it to attack, he needs to use mental power to control it.

So this seemingly terrifying abomination is just a puppet with powerful strength.

Lucian dove again, disappearing into the shadows.

Noriaan's eyes were full of vigilance. He had just suffered a great loss from this trick, so he did not dare to be careless at this moment. Instead, he jumped onto the broad shoulders of the abomination and quickly constructed a witchcraft model. Soon, his body slowly "melted" and eventually turned into a huge tumor on the abomination's head.

Buzz - after Noriaan's body merged into the body of the Abomination, this huge monster suddenly became a "god". It raised its head, and its small head, which was disproportionate to its huge body, scanned the surroundings, with two green soul flames jumping in its eye sockets.

Boom—the Abomination stomped his foot, creating a small hole in the ground and many cracks.

However, this kind of physical attack would hardly hit Lucian who was hiding in the shadows. Unless Lucian took the initiative to expose his position, it would be too difficult to find Lucian's true body in a dark place like the Bone Mound.

But Lucian was also a little worried. After all, his safety was guaranteed when he was in the shadow stealth state, but his means of attack were too simple. For this thick-skinned abomination, it might be a stretch to say that he was giving it a pedicure.

Crunch—as if it had noticed that Lucian was not in a hurry to attack, the abomination stretched out its arm, which was several times thicker than a normal person's waist, grabbed a corpse on the ground, and stuffed it into his bloody mouth.
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(End of this chapter)