This wizard only wishes to be a teacher
Chapter 277 - 251: Confrontation Between Rules

Chapter 277: Chapter 251: Confrontation Between Rules

Relying solely on weight and impact to severely injure or even kill a Formal Wizard-level pacifier?

What a joke!

If one had the ability to create such a pacifier, it would be more cost-effective to directly craft a powerful Witch Tool or a special item...

Lucien muttered to himself, but soon he felt the ground beneath his feet begin to shake. The intense shaking felt like it was the result of an attack by someone skilled in manipulating earth veins.

And soon, in Lucien’s vision, he saw a moving mountain of flesh, which made the previous pacifier seem insignificant!

Lucien’s pupils slightly contracted, for this mountain of flesh looked more like a chubby human calf!

Whether it was the shaking of the ground or the "flesh mountain" sweeping toward him, it seemed they both stemmed from the giant baby turning over.

Perhaps for him, this was just a bout of morning temper?

"Don’t overthink it, it’s just an ordinary baby! It’s not that he is strong, but we have become weakened in this Twisted Environment, very weak indeed!"

Judge Paper floated up beside Lucien, looking at the giant foot approaching from a distance, with a serious tone, "I didn’t expect Him to have reached this level in the application of rules..."

Listening to Judge Paper’s tone, it seemed he had some admiration for the goblin priest.

But Lucien was not in the mood to listen to Judge Paper describe his admiration for the goblin priest; he looked seriously at the rolling "flesh mountain," rapidly contemplating a strategy in his mind.

"Do not attack it, otherwise your attack might, through twisted means, be transferred to someone nearby and use the rules to directly kill you," Judge Paper whispered, as an ethereal scale once again appeared above its head. As the scale rocked, it scooped itself up and measured something at a specific position.

Taking advantage of this measuring time, Judge Paper hid in the nothingness where the scale was.

"Evasive?" Lucien retrieved the Wizard’s Notes.

The next second, the Wizard’s Notes flipped, and a page flew out, coating Lucien’s body in a faint layer of moonlight. Under its protection, Lucien entered the [Moonlight Transformation] state, avoiding collision with the giant foot and passing through it in an almost ghostly state.

At the same time, the warrior, who had not yet awakened from his deep sleep, faced a grim situation, as the giant foot struck him solidly.

"No!" His consciousness finally broke free from the heavy dreams laid by the goblin priest due to the serious threat to his life and body, but it was somewhat too late.

Despite the warrior’s physical condition being extraordinarily robust even at the second level of a Wizard, wrapped in the dense Twisted Rules surrounding him, his strength was confined to an extremely low range, and even the ancient short spear in his hand had most of its power sealed and bound within the branches.

In such circumstances, facing the sweeping flesh mountain, all the warrior could do was to swing the short spear in his hand desperately.

At the moment of life and death, the warrior’s spirit and the blood radiating from his body reached a perfect balance, unleashing his most pinnacle strike.

Driven by the warrior, the short spear burst out terrifying spatial ripples, the vibrations causing even greater ripples, making the space where the warrior was located anomalously twisted.

However, the space affected by the short spear, compared to that chubby calf, was far too insignificant and weak.

Crack—

That special ancient short spear struck the wall-like calf, slightly drawing a wound on its surface, with blood visible from the inside.

But this had already reached the limits of the short spear, and with a faint cracking sound, the spear broke, its jagged fracture scattering some woodchips, followed by the warrior’s muffled groan from the backlash.

"Ouch—" It seemed to be due to the pain, the "calf’s" sweeping motion stopped and was replaced by wails, and then the calf flailed around like a pendulum.

This was actually the baby unconsciously shaking its calf, but from Lucien and company’s perspective, this move seemed like a pillar smashing down from the sky, each strike making their standing area shake and tremble.

"Move aside!" the warrior roared. Perhaps because the one who had just caused the baby pain was him, his position received extra "attention." Despite repeated attempts to dodge, he was eventually overwhelmed and, when the giant calf struck down next time, the warrior could no longer evade in time.

He roared, and two drops of golden ink appeared on his chest, seemingly trying to use them to enhance himself and improve his ability to withstand the giant calf.

But as the calf slammed down heavily, the warrior’s roar also abruptly ceased.

Before long, the power of the rules descended, and under the influence of the rules, Lucien’s spiritual power was replenished and became purer.