Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 574 - 459: The Peculiar Dragon Vein Creature_3

Chapter 574: Chapter 459: The Peculiar Dragon Vein Creature_3

With only a third-level Mage rank, the enhancements I could provide were seriously limited.

Since Psychic Sorcerers and Mages are part of two distinctly different systems, when it comes to the enhancements provided by their professional ranks, they have to be calculated separately; that is, a Mage’s professional levels can only enhance spells, while a Psychic Sorcerer’s professional levels can only enhance special abilities.

However, Arcane Adepts break these boundaries, integrating the two. An Arcane Adept’s professional level can bolster both spells and special abilities.

In the chase, the speed wasn’t fast, and as soon as Gaven had stopped, those six Pegasus Knights had caught up.

Gaven’s previous performance was dazzling but not yet earth-shattering. Upon meeting again, the six Pegasus Knights’ gazes drifted, intentionally or not, toward the Death Roar that Gaven had not yet put away, obviously attributing his achievements to this unique weapon, which was indeed the case.

The Pegasus Knight who had spoken to Gaven earlier stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Thank you, sir, for your assistance. Let us properly introduce ourselves. We are from the Roinhein Clan, the family Mages in charge of protecting the local horse farms. My name is Oliela, and these are Elara, Orone, Pashala, Trantice, and Verarini."

As each name was mentioned, one of the Pegasus Knights nodded at Gaven in greeting. After all were introduced, they said crisply in unison, "Pleased to meet you, sir."

At this moment, they had put away any semblance of playfulness and became as dignified and graceful as ladies.

Their earlier unrestrained banter with Gaven was due to seeing him as a passerby, perhaps staying in Anfield Village for a few days or even less before leaving, unlikely to ever cross paths again in this lifetime.

This was the wisdom they gained from years of experience stationed at the horse farm in Anfield Village.

But now, having fought side by side, and especially with the formidable strength displayed by Gaven, even if he was just a passerby, he was one worth getting to know.

"Gaven Nort." Gaven pointed to the Half-Moon Colt beneath him and said, "This is Miss Luna."

The Pegasus Knights showed expressions of realization and bowed again, saying, "It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Gaven, and Miss Luna. We are honored to have competed with you."

They were born into a horse-breeding family, and from early childhood, they dealt mostly with various battle horses, including the Sage Horse Species such as Pegasus. From the first glance at the Half-Moon Colt, they knew she was no ordinary Pegasus. Her somewhat unusual appearance was just one aspect; what was more important was her physical structure, from muscle distribution to posture, which was almost perfect.

She would certainly possess unimaginable speed, yet they hadn’t anticipated that the speed would be so extraordinary, completely defying racial limits. Their Roinhein Clan’s carefully bred flying warhorses didn’t even qualify to gaze upon her tail.

On a deeper level, their reason for stopping Gaven and gambling on a race with him wasn’t just idle boredom, nor was it Gaven’s transcendent charm that had them collectively longing.

The Half-Moon Colt played a pivotal role; they were the Roinhein Clan’s nurtured talents, possessing the investment insights of nobility, and they certainly weren’t naive country girls who had never seen the world.

Gaven expressed his regret, "It’s just a pity that we couldn’t keep ahold of that Dragon Vein Creature."

Oliela said with a smile, "Mr. Gaven, this was your first encounter with a Swift Roc without suffering a loss, which is already quite impressive. It not only possesses a Twisting Spell Aura but also has the Supernatural Ability of a Hijack Spell. A slight mistake would have meant facing our own spells, completely countering our abilities. If not for your intervention, we would have inevitably lost another warhorse to it today."

Indeed, that was the case.

With a clear understanding in his heart, Gaven couldn’t help but ask with curiosity, "If your clan understands this creature so well, indicating that it has been hunting in this area for some time, why haven’t the powerhouses in your family taken action to eliminate it?"

"It’s not that we don’t want to," Oliela said with a helpless look on her face, "but this creature is just too crafty. As soon as a powerhouse takes action, it retreats into its lair in the Clept Garden Forest and refuses to come out. There is a Berserk Magic Zone there, where its Twisting Spell Aura ability will be greatly enhanced, while the abilities of spellcasters are severely limited."

And for those who aren’t spellcasters, defeating it in aerial combat is extremely difficult.

"Our family elders cannot possibly squat here all day long just because of it, and over time, it will come out and cause trouble again," she added.

"A Berserk Magic Zone? I see," Gaven’s doubts were resolved.

"What is a Berserk Magic Zone?" Now that her identity had been revealed, the Half-Moon Colt no longer kept silent. She, who had never had the chance to learn about this, was quite puzzled.

"Mr. Gaven, would you like to explain or should I?" Oliela looked at Gaven with an inquiring gaze, her expression and words indicating that he was somewhat familiar with this concept.

"If possible, I would appreciate Lady Oliela’s explanation. After all, you are the professionals, and I have only heard a part of it in passing," Gaven said, as he was merely an amateur compared to Oliela and those who had been systematically trained by their family clans from a young age.

Oliela was not shy to take up the task, and her subsequent explanation sounded like she was reciting a spell description: "A Berserk Magic Zone, also known as a Chaos Magic Zone, where casting magic results in randomness and disorder, with spells difficult to cast and carrying various negative or positive effects."

"You aim to cast a Fireball Technique, and there’s a good chance you won’t get a response from the Magic Force, ending up with nothing more than a somewhat larger firework."

"Even if you do get a response from the Magic Force, you shouldn’t be relieved but worried instead, because before the spell takes its final shape, no one knows what form it will ultimately manifest in. It’s possible that it turns into an Alter Self, and a malicious one at that, transforming yourself into a frog or a sheep."

"It could also still be a Fireball Technique, but before you can throw it at your enemy, it explodes right beside you."

"In short, all sorts of bizarre events can occur, making casting spells in such an environment a disaster for spellcasters."

"The simplest method when encountering such an area is to stay as far away as possible and not to attempt casting spells there," she concluded.

After the explanation, the Half-Moon Colt became even more confused, "How can the Magic Goddess possibly allow such an area to exist? What about the Magic Network? How can it tolerate such disorderly, chaotic