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Chapter 324 - Chapter 324 Chapter 323 The Cost of Battle - MOF

Chapter 324: Chapter 323: The Cost of Battle – MOF Chapter 324: Chapter 323: The Cost of Battle – MOF The night continued.

On the street in front of Frank Tavern in White Stone City.

Signs of flame scorching, acid corrosion, low-temperature freezing, wind blade cutting, and the ground shattering were everywhere, filling the entire field of vision.

At this moment, within this field of vision, only one person was still standing–Mu Konni.

Around Mu Konni were the corpses of seven Black Robed Men. Three of the bodies were still somewhat intact, while the other four were shattered beyond recognition.

“Ptui!”

Mu Konni spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, full of disdain, “A bunch of weak insects dare to stop me? If it weren’t for the constant damage from that inexplicable Spirit Shock, you would have died even quicker!”

As she spoke, Mu Konni looked in the direction Richard had fled, gritted her teeth and said, “That damned, deceiving kid, he must have taken this time to escape far away, in that case…”

Mu Konni felt somewhat reluctant, “In that case, continuing the pursuit would indeed be somewhat difficult. But… if he hasn’t changed his direction, it’s not necessarily impossible to catch up… so…”

Mu Konni took a deep breath, preparing to continue the chase, when suddenly her eyebrows furrowed, sensing something, and turned her head sharply, looking towards an inconspicuous corner of the street.

There, in that corner, a short Wizard stood quietly, no taller than one and a half meters. He was wearing the Wizard Robe exclusively made by the White Stone Tower Academy, completely motionless like a harmless statue, but Mu Konni was on alert.

White Stone Tower Academy, whether students or wizards, all have standard Robes.

The students’ Robes are gray, with a Raven as the emblem: on the Robe of a First-level Apprentice in the first year, there is one Raven, a Second-level Apprentice in the second year has two Ravens, and a Third-level Apprentice in the third year has three Ravens.

The Robe of a Wizard, compared to the students’ Robes, is slightly darker in color, with the emblem changed to a white tower:

A First-level low-level wizard has one white tower embroidered;

A First-level Middle Stage Wizard has two white towers embroidered;

A First-level High Order Wizard has three white towers embroidered;

A Second-level Low-level Wizard has four white towers embroidered;

And so on…

The wizard who appeared in the corner was wearing a Robe with three white towers embroidered on it–indicating a First-level High Order Wizard.

And with that, Mu Konni couldn’t help but be vigilant.

The gap between a First-level High Order Wizard and a First-level low-level wizard could sometimes be even greater than the gap between a low-level Wizard and a Wizard Apprentice. She could afford a small price to kill seven First-level low-level wizards, but it would be difficult to ensure that she could easily kill a First-level High Order Wizard.

In fact, if she really faced a First-level High Order Wizard, it would be more prudent for her and Suo Men to team up, just like when they faced that woman named Eva, after all, a First-level High Order Wizard has some trump cards. But now, Suo Men was dead, leaving her alone…

“Huuh–”

Mu Konni took a deep breath and stared at the short wizard in the corner, slowly speaking out, “You… when did you get here?”

“I just arrived not long ago,” the short wizard Armstrong said.

“You saw me killing those people just now?”

“I saw part of it–by the time I got here, you had already almost finished killing them.”

“You didn’t step in to stop me, does that mean you didn’t know the people I killed?”

“Correct.”

“Good, since the people I killed have nothing to do with you, I hope you won’t meddle in my affairs,” Mu Konni said, “I’m in a hurry to chase someone now, don’t get in my way.”

“I’m afraid–not possible,” Armstrong said slowly.

Mu Konni’s eyebrows shot up.

Armstrong pointed to the three white tower emblems embroidered on his clothes and said, “I’m from the White Stone Tower, and the White Stone Tower maintains the order of not only White Stone City but also numerous wizarding and non-wizarding nations around it. For the sake of stability, the White Stone Tower strictly prohibits anyone from causing sabotage, especially at this critical time during the East Coast Joint Exchange Conference.

Prohibition is one thing, the actual situation is another. During this period, I’ve noticed ongoing sabotage, but no one has been caught. Now it seems, it is you, isn’t it? If that’s the case, I hope you can clearly explain what you’re really trying to do?”

“Explain?” Mu Konni’s eyebrows twitched. “You’re not preparing to attack me but want to hear my explanation?”

“One must always listen to what you have to say first…” Armstrong said, casting a fleeting glance into the distance with the corner of his eye, “I’m actually not an unreasonable person.”

Suddenly, Mu Konni realized something, her gaze hardened as she looked at Armstrong and said with conviction, “You’re stalling for time, aren’t you? Yes, yes, you are indeed stalling for time! Correct, you are a First-level High Order Wizard, but you also know that you don’t have absolute certainty of capturing me, so you’re waiting for your companions to arrive. If that’s truly the case, then you… can go to hell!”

As Mu Konni spoke, she waved her hand, and the phantom of a giant elephant appeared behind her, fiercely charging towards Armstrong.

Spiritual Attack Magic*First Circle High Order*Horror Giant Elephant!

Armstrong sighed lightly upon seeing this and quickly leaped up, prepared, his hand waving in response. The flagstones on the ground around him rapidly cracked, and the soil flew out from underneath, solidifying into several meter-long stone spears that thrust heavily towards Mu Konni.

Shape Earth Magic*First Circle High Order*Dragon Spear Stabbing!

The battle between peak First-level Wizards had begun…

…

The main laboratory of the experiment facility.

“Thud, thud, thud…”

Richard staggered through the door and entered.

If one were to look now, they would find Richard in an extremely sorry state. Large patches of his skin were split, blood streaming out as if he had been fished out of a pool of blood.

At the same time, his breathing was rapid, his gait unstable, like someone gravely injured on the brink of death.

Indeed, that was the case.

In the brief encounter with Suo Men and Mu Konni, Richard had an absolute advantage, and aside from the loss of control at the end which exceeded his expectations, everything else went according to plan. But this did not mean that he had really won the battle.

Richard was well aware that, as of now, there was a certain gap between him and Official Wizards. The difference was even greater with Peak First-level Wizards or Second-level Wizards like Suo Men and Mu Konni. In the few seconds of contact in battle, he had to go all out to suppress the opposition.

The Crystal Skull played a role occupying more than half of the battle, and most of the other half had to be credited to the earl level power amplification granted by “Divine Blood.”

It was by relying on the Earl Level power amplification of “Divine Blood,” combined with the final emotional surge, that he managed to twist Suo Men’s head off and frighten Mu Konni, securing his chance to retreat.

But there were downsides; the power amplification from “Divine Blood” was too strong. He had never before conducted such a large-dose experiment, given that his encounter with Suo Men and Mu Konni was entirely unexpected.

This resulted in his body sustaining far more damage than anticipated while gaining sufficient strength.

The splitting of the skin and capillary bleeding were trifles, but the more serious consequence was the complete loss of control of his internal environment.

It was like injecting a person with a stimulant, which could enhance the body, but injecting a hundred doses would assuredly lead to death.

During the battle, these issues didn’t seem significant, meriting at most a bodily warning, but once the battle ended, the aftereffects burst forth, enough to be fatal.

This was similar to crush syndrome commonly encountered in earthquake relief: Some victims are trapped under rocks for dozens of hours, seemingly fine and able to hold on. But once the boulders are removed and they are rescued, due to the release of pressure, the ischemic necrosis of the muscle tissues releases a large amount of intracellular substances into the bloodstream, suddenly causing swelling of the limbs, myoglobinuria, hyperkalemia, acute renal failure, and other symptoms, leading to either shock and unconsciousness or, in severe cases, death.

At the moment, Richard realized his condition was even more severe than crush syndrome, showing precursors to MOF.

MOF, Multiple Organ Failure, meant failure of multiple organs.