After the stone door was closed, the training room became an enclosed space. Grimm did not have to worry about being spied on anymore.
Grimm took two steps forward and stood in a strange rune ring about two meters in diameter. He did not recognize any of the strange runes carved on it. It was obvious that this was beyond the knowledge of a wizard apprentice.
However, he did not have the mood to spend time on these trivial details. He turned around and stood up, silently recalling the whole process of casting the Flame Arrow. After calming down, he ordered in a deep voice, "Monitor the whole process and correct any mistakes!"
"Beep. New mission established. Beginning dynamic real-time monitoring …"
Following a flash of blue light in Grimm's eyes, a scene that looked like it was made of data was projected on his retina.
The training room was still the same, but countless tiny blue nodes appeared on Grimm's retina, dividing the entire scene into countless small areas. The next movement that Grimm needed to complete was split into countless phantoms, and Grimm only needed to follow the phantoms to complete the movement.
Finally, Grimm, who had been standing still for a long time, began to move.
He loudly chanted a powerful incantation and quickly gestured with his hands in front of his chest. His movements were strange, but they had a strange charm that could captivate one's soul. As the incantation was completed, Grimm's body glowed red and a large amount of fire elemental energy was summoned. The fire elemental energy slowly condensed into the shape of an arrow between his hands.
Perhaps it was too smooth, but when he chanted the 32nd incantation, Grimm's mind trembled and one of the nodes in his spiritual force model immediately collapsed. Under the chain reaction, the entire spiritual force model instantly collapsed. The violent fire elemental energy that had been repeatedly condensed and compressed suddenly went out of control. An earth-shattering fire elemental energy explosion was about to take place less than half a meter in front of Grimm.
However, Grimm, who was already prepared for this, slammed the card in front of his chest the moment the elemental energy went out of control. As the card vibrated, the rune ring under Grimm's feet suddenly raised a witchcraft barrier, covering Grimm and the exploding Flame Arrow.
Speaking of which, it was strange. The raging and chaotic fire elements were instantly reduced by more than half the moment they were enveloped by the magic barrier. Thus, what should have been an earth-shattering elemental explosion was suppressed into a small-scale fireworks display.
After the muffled sound of firecrackers, thick black smoke and flames engulfed Grimm's figure.
A moment later, Grim rushed out while coughing violently.
"Damn it … damn it … I almost succeeded …"
His face was blackened by the thick smoke, and there were large areas of scorch marks on his clothes from being licked by the flames. His entire body was covered in soot, and he cut a sorry figure.
Although he was at the center of the explosion, the activity of the violent fire elemental energy was suppressed by the spell formation. Hence, other than his hands and forehead being scorched by the flames, he did not suffer much damage.
His first True Casting failed!
The reason for his failure was that Grimm's control over his emotions was too weak. Seeing that success was at hand, he could not suppress his excitement and allowed his emotions to interfere with the subsequent casting of the spell.
Grimm summoned some wind elementals to blow away the thick smoke in the field. He tidied up his instruments and applied some ointment on his wounds before returning to the rune circle.
Grimm gritted his teeth and did not hesitate to cast his second spell.
Perhaps it was the heavens that rewarded him, or perhaps it was because the conditions were ripe. This time, his casting was especially smooth and carefree. After a long 13 seconds of casting, Grimm finally completed the Flame Arrow.
When the violent fire elemental energy condensed into a flaming arrow in his palm, the sweet mechanical voice of the A.I. Chip sounded in his mind.
[Beep. A complete spiritual force model has been detected. Would Host confirm whether to solidify it? This process will cost 3 spiritual force and 50 Profession EXP!]
"I'm sure!" Grim couldn't wait to yell in agreement.
"Please name this spiritual force model?"
"Flame Arrow!"
[Name successful! Beginning solidification mission … Estimated time taken: 14 hours 37 minutes 21 seconds …]
After dealing with the matters in his mind, Grimm still had to deal with the 'hot potato' in his hands.
Normal witchcraft would only have a delay of two to three seconds after the completion of the spell's casting. If the time was exceeded, or if the body was displaced, it would cause the spell to collapse.
If the spell exploded in one's hands, the scene would be too beautiful!
Hence, after Grimm processed the A.I. Chip's prompts, he lightly pushed with his hands. The formed 'Flame Arrow' shot towards the golem target at the other end of the room.
The Flame Arrow exploded on the golem's chest. Without the spell formation to suppress it, the fire elemental energy finally revealed its violent side.
There was a loud bang.
A ball of fire the size of a human head suddenly appeared, spreading into a ferocious shockwave. The violent elemental flames instantly caused everything within a 5 metre radius to be engulfed in extreme heat.
When the shockwave dissipated, the golem's chest was already charred black. There was even a fingernail-sized hole in the core of the explosion.
A ripple appeared on the wall of the stone room, and a few lines of words appeared.
Physical attack: 5
Fire damage: 16 points
Spell attack range: 150 metres
Spell attack range: 5 metres
… …
… …
It had to be said that this kind of specialised training room was very cost-effective. With the help of the A.I. Chip, Grimm did not need the fuzzy data from the spell formation. However, the other acolytes could not do without it. Only through the analysis and statistics of the spell formation would they be able to directly feel and control their spells. Otherwise, they could only experience it with fresh blood on the battlefield.
In just a quarter of an hour, Grimm had achieved his goal and left the training room in satisfaction. When the stone door slowly opened in front of him, a beautiful figure waiting in front of the door entered his eyes.
Slender limbs, a voluptuous figure, fair skin, and a delicate face … But what attracted Grimm the most was the fiery red dress and the fiery red lips.
The only difference from before was that the ruby-like blood-red eyes had disappeared, replaced by a pair of aquamarine eyes that rippled like the ocean.
Red Mary!
"Good boy, you're here!" Her bright red lips wriggled as she spat out a sentence that shocked Grimm to his core. "Alright, since I've found him, you're useless now!"
Red Mary's second sentence was not directed at Grim.
It was only then that Grimm noticed that this not-so-tall female 'neighbor' was dragging someone in her right hand. It was the person in charge of the training room, Amu.
Red Mary waved her hand, and Amu was sent flying more than 10 metres away. He fell to the ground, moaning and groaning for a long time without getting up.
Grimm's expression changed.
Although Amu was not muscular, his weight was no less than that of an adult man's. This Mary had thrown him away so casually, and it looked like she did not use much strength. From this point alone, Grimm could tell that she had at least 10 points of Strength.
Judging from the nimbleness of her movements, it was clear that her agility was not low either. Coupled with her terrifying blood-sucking regeneration ability, even the top three acolytes might not be able to deal with her.
Wasn't she taken away by a Wizard? How did she come back unscathed? She …
"Come with me!"
While Grim was still thinking, Red Dress Mary had already grabbed his collar with her fair and tender right hand, turned around, and strode forward. Grim wanted to dodge, but he really couldn't.
Although Grimm was only 15 years old, he was already half a head taller than Red Mary. In order to avoid being dragged by the other party, he could only stagger behind her. He had no idea what was going on today.
… …
Public dining hall.
It was dinner time, and most of the apprentices had gathered here. They sat in groups of twos and threes, chatting while eating.
From where they sat and the way they talked, it was easy to tell how strong they were, as well as their status in the circle.
After all, there were too few lone wolves like Grimm. Most apprentices preferred to form small groups to defend against competitors with bad intentions.
However, just as the atmosphere in the hall was getting heated up, a loud bang sounded. The wooden door that had just been repaired was kicked open again.
All the apprentices were dumbfounded when they saw the two people rushing in one after the other. Their eyes were wide open in disbelief.
Red Mary?!
Although most of them had not seen what Mary looked like after she 'mutated', they had all learned about what had happened that day. They had thought that even if Red Mary was not dissected by a Wizard, she would be locked up in the upper levels of the tower and never see the light of day. Who would have thought that she would be able to swagger around here?
Allen, who was sitting in the middle of the dining hall, had a gloomy expression on his face. His eyes revealed an indescribable fear.
He had seen Red Mary's ferocity and terror with his own eyes. Even if she had returned to her harmless appearance, the terrifying memories in his heart could not be erased.
Red Mary rushed into the dining hall like a whirlwind. She stood in the middle of the hall with her hands on her hips and looked around coldly. Finally, her gaze fell on Allen, the new head acolyte.
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