Not every fairy tale had a happy ending.
Luo Luo had understood this when she was very young, but the cruelty of Bevinadet's story was far beyond the girl's imagination.
Watching the beautiful bird close its eyes by the pond, quietly awaiting its fated death, Lolo only felt that it was a great pity. She had even forgotten that she had been afflicted by the Eye of Enchantment not long ago and was almost controlled by it. The little scholar had once said that the poor and proud bird was suffering from pain all the time. Thus, its previous actions were probably not intentional, and it was only using this method to relieve the pain in its body.
Privately, Lolo had already decided to forgive it. Looking at the wound on its chest torn open by the Gale Cheetah's claws, and the fresh blood splattering on its pure white wings, the girl felt her heart ache.
Bevinadet's blood was a strange pale gold, just like the color of honey. Due to the boundless magic contained within, her blood was undoubtedly more attractive to the magical beasts than honey.
With just a sniff, the rich fragrance caused the magical beasts by the pond to reveal expressions of intoxication. When the first drop of blood flowed out of Bevinadet's body, there was even a disturbance among the magical beasts. Every magical beast's eyes, without exception, revealed a strong desire.
It was like a musician encountering the most perfect performance, or an artist encountering a masterpiece, or a drunkard discovering a bottle of wine from over a hundred years ago from the cellar … It was a kind of admiration and joy that came from the bottom of their hearts.
The disturbance quickly subsided. The magical beasts lined up according to their strength and walked in front of Bevinadet, sticking out their tongues and licking the golden blood flowing out of her wound. Their expressions were both greedy and restrained.
Every magical beast only swallowed one or two drops of Bevinadet's blood before reluctantly giving up their spots to their next companion. They weren't doing this out of modesty. In fact, nothing could make them crazier than the golden drops of blood in front of them. Just one or two drops of blood would be enough to raise their strength by a level after they had completely absorbed the powerful magic power contained within. A few lucky ones might even be able to awaken another spell slot. If they could absorb all the magic power in the blood, they might be able to become a terrifying existence that surpassed even the dragons.
Unfortunately, their bodies could only absorb a limited amount of magic at one time. If they were given a place where they weren't disturbed and enough time, perhaps their strength could really evolve to such a terrifying level.
But this was obviously impossible. Putting aside the fact that the surrounding magical beasts didn't agree, Bevinadet herself didn't have long to live. Even if she didn't sacrifice herself tonight, she wouldn't last for more than a few days. And once this beautiful bird died, the powerful magic flowing in her blood would also disappear like smoke in thin air.
Of course, there would always be greedy fellows in this world. An Ironback Rhino relied on its thick hide to swallow three drops of golden blood in one go. The magic mark on its back suddenly lit up, more dazzling than the stars in the night sky. The Ironback Rhino's face revealed a pained expression. Its eyes were scarlet red, and it let out a series of low growls, its two thick front hooves madly digging into the ground.
The surrounding magical beasts couldn't help but take half a step back, vigilantly watching their companion that was on the verge of losing control.
"What's wrong with it?" Lolo was also startled by the Ironback Rhino's appearance.
"It's overloaded with magic." The Archmage explained simply, "It's too greedy, swallowing more than it can handle. The magic contained in Bevinadet's blood is unimaginable to most people. The magical beasts on the first floor are generally average. Like the Gale Cheetah, whose strength is close to the third grade, it may only be a small monster on the second floor, but here, it's already a small boss that no one dares to provoke. Two drops of blood is the limit of what it can absorb. Any more would be too much."
"Too much?"
"Uh, it means that it'll probably die." As soon as the young man's voice fell, the Ironback Rhino could no longer support its huge body. Its knees buckled, and it knelt on the ground. Blood began to seep out of its eyes and nose. It struggled a few times, but it couldn't stand up again. It was obvious that it couldn't live any longer.
Lolo's emotions were a little complicated. On one hand, she pitied the Ironback Rhino, but on the other hand, she saw these magical beasts sharing Bevinadet's blood, and she hated them.
"Then what about the other twenty percent?"
"If it survives this, and spends a month or two to absorb the magic in the blood, it will probably become the most powerful magical beast on this floor. Unfortunately, it underestimated the risk of this move, and overestimated itself."
The quasi Magus' expression was serious for once. "Magic is a powerful and dangerous thing. Even though the human world's magic system has been continuously perfected since Roland, what we know is still just a drop in the ocean compared to what we don't understand."
Your Honor, the future Supreme Magus, had a deep understanding of this. Every year, the number of Magi who died from all kinds of strange experiments was not small. If it wasn't dealt with in time, it could even evolve into a regional disaster, causing even more serious casualties.
For example, at the beginning of this year, Demain had dealt with an incident. The cause was an intermediate Magus who wanted to capture two Dark Creatures for research. In the end, this fellow remembered the wrong incantation and opened the Hell's Gate by mistake. After realizing that something was wrong, this fellow panicked and remembered that he had just bought a batch of magic bombs in the basement. Thus, he had a whimsical idea of using the magic bombs to blow up the Hell's Gate …
He had to admit that this idea was quite novel. In any case, no one had ever done something like this before. Unfortunately, the final result wasn't always what he wanted. These magic bombs didn't blow up the Hell's Gate, and to make matters worse, the huge commotion caused by the explosion attracted a Lord of the Abyss. This was a terrifying monster with strength close to the ninth grade. The intermediate Magus didn't even last two rounds before he was burned to ashes.
Fortunately, Demain and another Grand Magus arrived in time. The two of them worked together to force the terrifying monster back, and then spent a great deal of effort to seal the Hell's Gate. Only then did they prevent a disaster from happening.
One had to know that there was a town of sixty thousand people less than fifty miles away from this place. If Demain and the others had arrived a step later, the consequences would have been unthinkable.
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