Actually, Angele was not concerned about the bloodline of the tree elf. He wanted to know if the merging of the two bloodlines would damage his genes permanently. Moreover, if his genes were damaged, his genetic strand might break as well, resulting in serious consequences. If that happened, he would not be able to recover from the damage as a Gas stage Wizard. The only way to heal the damage on the genes was to convert his physical body into pure energy. However, such a feat could only be accomplished by Liquid stage Wizards.
‘Try to stop the two bloodlines from merging, Zero. Radiate the invasive energy particles from the bloodline of the great harpies. The radiation energy might be able to help.’ Angele gave the order to the chip.
‘I need to find a way to expel the harpy blood out of my body.’ Angele started thinking with his eyebrows furrowed. ‘There’s a technique I read about in a book. I can probably remove the signet’s roots from my nervous system by performing surgeries on my hand… but I need more information…’
However, the biological experiment was partially forbidden in the Wizards of Light’s territories and doing it on a live human being was almost impossible. Most of the larger organizations still had their hidden laboratories that were used to conduct such surgeries, but none of them was publicized.
Especially the experiments involving surgeries on living human beings, including the demihumans, they were considered as evil by the Wizards of Light. Only Dark Wizards would try to capture living subjects in their own territories. However, if they went any closer to the Wizards of Light’s territories, they would be hunted down.
The chip already started absorbing the negative necromantic energy particles from Angele’s body and would use them on the signet’s roots later.
There were many different types of energy particles stored in Angele’s body, most of them being the Wind and Fire energy particles. His forcefield from the Talent Spell was supported by those two types of energy particles. The necromantic energy particles would damage his organs over time, so he only kept the minimum amount in his body.
It seemed like the number of negative energy particles required by the chip was more than the amount he had. Angele had to do some meditation and try to absorb some more necromantic energy particles in the environment.
After about half an hour later, he opened his eyes again.
‘That’s 30 degrees of necromantic energy particles… should be good for ten more days. Sadly, I have to empty the energy storage space in the chip when it tries to stop the invasive energy particles. No instant-cast Lesser Fireball for me now. The good thing is, I still have some heart bombs left.’
After the battles in the ruins, Angele noticed that he relied too much on enchanted items, and he could barely cast any spells during intense fights. The heart bombs and the signet all had limitations, so he had to use them wisely.
The signet needed to be activated, which would take about one second. His opponent might use this period of time to counterattack.
For the heart bombs, once his opponent realized that Angele was about to use the bombs, they could dodge the attack easily by simply buffing their speed. Kuirman had underestimated the power of Angele’s bombs, thinking that his high attributes could reduce the damage to the minimum.
A regular heart bomb only contained about 20 to 30 degrees of power and would not deal any actual damage to Kuirman’s body. He might feel the pain for a second, but his high Stamina would help him recover quickly.
However, the heart bombs Angele detonated had over 50 degrees of power. Kuirman used the cursed energy stored in the blade to block the explosion, but his attributes were greatly decreased after that. He failed to dodge the following explosions and died in Angele’s final strike.
Angele knew such plan would only work on close-combat wizards like Kuirman. Dark Wizards who knew how to fight from a distance could destroy him easily, and they probably had much more ways to deal with the bombs than Kuirman.
He also knew that some stronger Wizards mastered the defensive spell called Spell Reflection, Angele could only control the place he detonated the bomb, so if the explosion was reflected, he would take a lot of damage.
Fighting an average Wizard of Light might be easy, but in the world of Dark Wizards, Angele needed to find more ways to strengthen his battle skills. The more versatile a Wizard was, the higher the chance he could survive the battles. The opponents would never know how and where his attack would come from.
Also, for Wizards at the same stage, they needed to be careful with the choice they made during the battles, but when a Crystal stage Wizard made an attempt to kill a Gas stage Wizard, it would be easy an achievement. They could simply pressure the Wizard at the lower rank with their intense mentality waves. The Gas stage Wizard would need to keep their forcefield to cast spells under situations like this.
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The boat passed through the fog three days later, but without Melissa pointing directions for them, it was hard to find the right route to the land. There were enough water and food on the boat, but Angele still had no clue about where they were heading to.
It was early in the morning and the sky was still dark.
Angele woke up early and left his room. He started scanning for close lands using the chip on the deck. He had been doing this for days.
The two followers already recovered. They were wearing the leather armor suits, and Isabel was talking to them in a low voice.
It looked like Isabel was questioning them about something.
Angele walked toward the three slowly.
"What’s going on? Any news?" he asked.
Isabel heard Angele’s word and nodded. "I’m asking about Ainphent’s background, but he hired this guy from another Wizard and the man knew nothing about his background."
Angele’s brow furrowed. He turned to the two Grand Knights on the side.
The man in the front had a serious expression on his face. His hair and eyes were both black.
The one behind him had a white, messy hair. He looked old, and there was a goatee on his chin.
"Master Green, my name is Gill, I was hired by master Ainphent. I’m a follower of Wizard Grace," the old man spoke first in a polite tone.
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