Chapter 292 Unequal

The rune drawn by Punk played its role as expected. Although the influence of negative emotions still made Anya frown in a deep coma, this burst of negative emotional energy was finally called out.

The gray-black fog technique was very violent at the beginning, like a spinning dragon, they kept wandering around Anya's body and even Punk's side in search of a breakthrough.

But in order for the "Host Project" to succeed this time, Punk spent a lot of money to deploy several powerful magics from the Netheril era in a row at the laboratory level. These gray negative emotional energy fogs that have no source are also weak after all.

In the end, they did not break through the magic defense, and could only collide with the glittering golden rune chains again and again in vain.

Looking at these gray "fog" snakes with only a little power left, which can consume half of the energy of the magic tower's element pool in a few collisions, Punk couldn't help sighing again:

"The power of legend is really unbelievable. The qualitative leap achieved based on the law can no longer be compensated by quantity. Even the master-level spells specially used to seal energy in the Netheril era can hardly resist a trace of the legendary realm. A random breakthrough of a trace of energy."

Sighing is sighing, punk's work has not stopped.

After all, the storage of negative emotional energy in Weird Eyeball is very limited, and the negative emotional energy released by it is not too much, but...... There is no good way to deal with these negative emotional energy punks. With master-level spells Neither sealing nor confinement can do it. In the end, he can only directly guide the gray mist into the souls of the iron-toothed black crows, and then let these negative emotional energies flow on their own according to their own characteristics of "influence on other creatures". Transformed into the most essential ordinary emotions.

The price is—the five iron-toothed black crows have gone crazy, um, the kind that can't be saved, and the nature of their souls has been directly changed.

"Hey, it would be great if all these energies could be released in one go, and it would save so much trouble to just transfer them to other creatures."

After observing the iron-toothed crows who either became stupid or violent, Punk sighed sincerely.

Of course, such a good thing is definitely not there.

The explosion of negative emotions this time also consumed a lot of energy stored in Weird Eyeball, but Punk also discovered it. There are always about ten units of negative emotional energy surrounding the law fragments deep in the eyeballs and refusing to leave. These energies that seem to be "solidified" on the fragments of the law cannot be directly stripped by punk. Facing them, punk really has nothing but helplessness.

In any case, Punk's current strength is not strong enough. With his master-level means, there is really no other way except to use Anya as a host, or even more hosts like Anya to grind their kung fu with water.

The helpless punk could only vaguely engrave the surveillance circle on the strange eye technique, and then carefully "store" it in Anya's eye socket:

"Little girl, you must live happily and strong, and try to wipe out some negative emotional energy before going crazy."

After glancing at Anya who was still sleeping with eyes like looking at sprouted barley, Punk murmured to himself in a low voice.

At some point, the alchemy tool in his hand had closed Anya's head wound. The next master level evocation spell - "Advanced Healing" was released, and there would never be a single scar on Anya's face.

The power level of the weird eyeball itself can avoid the detection of most master-level prophecy spells, and Punk's Heitezta magic box even more tightly protects Punk himself, the "behind the scenes".

In this way, unless An Ya is caught and dissected, no one in this world, except Punk, including Anya herself, will know that her seemingly ordinary right eye is no longer "ordinary".

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A whole morning has passed in a flash, and the two suns of Mira and Chicasa have risen to mid-air.

As time passed, the effect of the potion Anya took finally gradually faded. After Punk used alchemy to extract the last bit of potion left in her body, Anya finally opened her eyes in a daze.

"Where am I..., hiss! It's so cold"!

Due to the potion of "Flying Smoke", Anya's consciousness was still hazy at this time, and she didn't remember the fact that she was in Punk's laboratory for a while.

"Are you awake? Put on your clothes when you wake up, and we will talk about your next magical path."

Just when Anya felt that she was naked and wanted to exclaim, Punk's cold tone without a trace of emotion was like a scoop of cold water pouring on her head, which directly woke Anya up.

Since the weird eyeball had just erupted a round of negative emotional energy and was still in a dormant state, Anya didn't feel anything unusual. After hearing Punk's order, she sat up almost reflexively and replied:

"Understood, Master Teacher."

But... Anya obviously forgot that she was naked, her figure that jumped up could really be called "Happy Together"...

Of course, Punk was not at all interested in Anya's beauty and figure, as well as the "boring" happy hour. After the flushed Anya got dressed again, Punk said to Anya unhurriedly:

"There are eight factions in mages. They are evocation, conjuration, enchantment, alchemy, prophecy, mind, summoning, and descent. Generally speaking, mages with average talents will choose to major in one faction and minor in another faction, although Your talent is excellent, but I suggest that you should not overdo it, and choose two factions to move forward steadily."

Punk's words were unhurried, and his persuasive words sounded very reasonable, but... the tone he used was indeed a downright commanding tone. At least Anya didn't feel that Punk was asking for her own opinion.

Looking at Punk's eyes that almost clearly expressed "no doubt", the wise Anya could only lower her head and reply respectfully:

"Understood, Master Teacher."

"Well, very good, I also found that you have a very good talent in the evocation department. I think the evocation department is a very good choice, so I suggest you choose the evocation department as your major."

"Understood, Master Teacher."

"As for the minor... an excellent auxiliary faction can give you a lot of help, but your talent in the divination department is too poor, and the resources needed for alchemy are too unbearable for you, so I suggest you choose the conjuration department As a minor"!

"Understood, Master Teacher."

"The price of the spell resources of the Thought of Truth is generally very high, and...the spells of the evocation system are no longer good. I think you'd better specialize in one type of spell, considering your poor constitution... ... Hmm! Life Elements is a good choice."

"...Understood, Master Mentor"!

In this way, without blushing, Punk described all his "destruction" of Anya as her own flaws, and at the same time used a serious tone to make the girl obediently embark on a path that is most unsuitable for her but most convenient for Punk. Control and monitor the "weird eyeball" road.

Anya, who is just a young apprentice, of course cannot refute Punk's "suggestion (order), for the "suggestion" of Punk, the "responsible" mentor, she can only silently bow her head in agreement.

Thus, the future path of Anya was determined through such unequal question and answer.

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