Chapter 443: Pink Crystal
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Chapter 443: Pink Crystal
As the symbols began to appear within his Mental Fortress, Sage realized the true power of the Psionic Crystals. Although they had given a power boost to the Fisher Punk, their true worth was far greater. Soon the crystal was completely gone and he was faced with a mysterious assortment of special symbols. He started to study them and realized that if he had enough time, those symbols werent just boosting his Spirit Power, but they contained a deep knowledge. If I can understand them, theres probably techniques hidden among these symbols. Also, it seems these symbols can also be used in arrays, but learning how they work will likely take much longer.
Amazed at the profound improvement, he smiled at Guan Zhenyan, How many of your techniques came from Psionic Crystals?
Not waiting for an answer, Sage moved his attention to the spheres floating in the air. Tao Ba had extracted all the energies remaining in the Fisher Punks body and just left them floating there. The corpse had shriveled up like a piece of jerky, a gross mass of dried bones and skin. The spheres in front of him each seemed to contain the very essence of the mans different forms of strength. Sage smiled, as he felt a stirring from them. He left most of them alone, as he had no way to handle them, but there was one sphere that was a deep dark red. Sage opened his mouth. The red liquid swirled through the air in a tight cylinder like it was passing through an invisible straw and shooting straight into Sages mouth. After just a few moments the whole sphere was gone, completely consumed.
Even if he was stuck here for two years, he wasnt going to waste months on such a weak creature and dilute his strength. Instead he used the worm to travel through the city, using his Spiritual Sense and the worm's powerful hearing to search for valuables. After a few hours of travel through the massive ruins, he stumbled upon a budding conflict. This time, the ratmen were the ones laying the trap. They had arranged themselves around one of the city's tri-road intersections. They had small teams of three spread out among the upper, middle and lower floors of the buildings along with giant roach teams waiting on ground level. These roaches had weapons and armor strapped to them. Five of them were in a chevron shaped formation and waiting in a ruined storefront with a sort of shiny metal armor on the fronts of their bodies. Another was waiting across the street and it had a giant cannon on its back, a scaled up version of the weapons they held in their hands.
Down one of the three streets, a pair of people wearing different styles of gas masks were walking calmly and quietly. From the shape of them, one of them looked to be female, but they were both dressed far more conservatively than the Fisher Punk had been. They wore something that looked like blue canvas coveralls with rubbery hexagonal texturing. They also had on black combat boots and shoulder and waist harnesses holding grey metal tortoise shell-like backpacks on their backs. Sage was underground and the mask blocked his Spirit Sense so he couldnt tell if they were talking, but it looked like they were going to stumble right into the ratmens ambush. They walked into the intersection calmly, but then there was sudden action.
A trio of rifles flew out of one of the windows of a building, then they spun around in mid-air and fired into the building they came from. The body of a ratman fell out of the open window and hit the ground with a wet thump. Then the man in the gas mask lifted his hand and snapped his fingers. The dark lenses of his gas mask started to glow with a red light and bright red flames blossomed in the open window of the building he was looking at. The flames danced from window to window, from floor to floor, bathing them in burning heat. The three man teams of ratmen in that building were instantly ignited and when they screamed or tried to flee, the man caught sight of their motion and reaction, focusing the fire to turn them into ashes.
That was when the, now failed, ambushers started their attack. A loud rumbling filled the air when the five giant roaches wearing armor thundered out onto the street.
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Chapter 443: Pink Crystal
As the symbols began to appear within his Mental Fortress, Sage realized the true power of the Psionic Crystals. Although they had given a power boost to the Fisher Punk, their true worth was far greater. Soon the crystal was completely gone and he was faced with a mysterious assortment of special symbols. He started to study them and realized that if he had enough time, those symbols werent just boosting his Spirit Power, but they contained a deep knowledge. If I can understand them, theres probably techniques hidden among these symbols. Also, it seems these symbols can also be used in arrays, but learning how they work will likely take much longer.
Amazed at the profound improvement, he smiled at Guan Zhenyan, How many of your techniques came from Psionic Crystals?
Not waiting for an answer, Sage moved his attention to the spheres floating in the air. Tao Ba had extracted all the energies remaining in the Fisher Punks body and just left them floating there. The corpse had shriveled up like a piece of jerky, a gross mass of dried bones and skin. The spheres in front of him each seemed to contain the very essence of the mans different forms of strength. Sage smiled, as he felt a stirring from them. He left most of them alone, as he had no way to handle them, but there was one sphere that was a deep dark red. Sage opened his mouth. The red liquid swirled through the air in a tight cylinder like it was passing through an invisible straw and shooting straight into Sages mouth. After just a few moments the whole sphere was gone, completely consumed.
Even if he was stuck here for two years, he wasnt going to waste months on such a weak creature and dilute his strength. Instead he used the worm to travel through the city, using his Spiritual Sense and the worm's powerful hearing to search for valuables. After a few hours of travel through the massive ruins, he stumbled upon a budding conflict. This time, the ratmen were the ones laying the trap. They had arranged themselves around one of the city's tri-road intersections. They had small teams of three spread out among the upper, middle and lower floors of the buildings along with giant roach teams waiting on ground level. These roaches had weapons and armor strapped to them. Five of them were in a chevron shaped formation and waiting in a ruined storefront with a sort of shiny metal armor on the fronts of their bodies. Another was waiting across the street and it had a giant cannon on its back, a scaled up version of the weapons they held in their hands.
Down one of the three streets, a pair of people wearing different styles of gas masks were walking calmly and quietly. From the shape of them, one of them looked to be female, but they were both dressed far more conservatively than the Fisher Punk had been. They wore something that looked like blue canvas coveralls with rubbery hexagonal texturing. They also had on black combat boots and shoulder and waist harnesses holding grey metal tortoise shell-like backpacks on their backs. Sage was underground and the mask blocked his Spirit Sense so he couldnt tell if they were talking, but it looked like they were going to stumble right into the ratmens ambush. They walked into the intersection calmly, but then there was sudden action.
A trio of rifles flew out of one of the windows of a building, then they spun around in mid-air and fired into the building they came from. The body of a ratman fell out of the open window and hit the ground with a wet thump. Then the man in the gas mask lifted his hand and snapped his fingers. The dark lenses of his gas mask started to glow with a red light and bright red flames blossomed in the open window of the building he was looking at. The flames danced from window to window, from floor to floor, bathing them in burning heat. The three man teams of ratmen in that building were instantly ignited and when they screamed or tried to flee, the man caught sight of their motion and reaction, focusing the fire to turn them into ashes.
That was when the, now failed, ambushers started their attack. A loud rumbling filled the air when the five giant roaches wearing armor thundered out onto the street.
Chapter 443: Pink CrystalAs the symbols began to appear within his Mental Fortress, Sage realized the true power of the Psionic Crystals. Although they had given a power boost to the Fisher Punk, their true worth was far greater. Soon the crystal was completely gone and he was faced with a mysterious assortment of special symbols. He started to study them and realized that if he had enough time, those symbols werent just boosting his Spirit Power, but they contained a deep knowledge. If I can understand them, theres probably techniques hidden among these symbols. Also, it seems these symbols can also be used in arrays, but learning how they work will likely take much longer.Amazed at the profound improvement, he smiled at Guan Zhenyan, How many of your techniques came from Psionic Crystals?Not waiting for an answer, Sage moved his attention to the spheres floating in the air. Tao Ba had extracted all the energies remaining in the Fisher Punks body and just left them floating there. The corpse had shriveled up like a piece of jerky, a gross mass of dried bones and skin. The spheres in front of him each seemed to contain the very essence of the mans different forms of strength. Sage smiled, as he felt a stirring from them. He left most of them alone, as he had no way to handle them, but there was one sphere that was a deep dark red. Sage opened his mouth. The red liquid swirled through the air in a tight cylinder like it was passing through an invisible straw and shooting straight into Sages mouth. After just a few moments the whole sphere was gone, completely consumed. Even if he was stuck here for two years, he wasnt going to waste months on such a weak creature and dilute his strength. Instead he used the worm to travel through the city, using his Spiritual Sense and the worm's powerful hearing to search for valuables. After a few hours of travel through the massive ruins, he stumbled upon a budding conflict. This time, the ratmen were the ones laying the trap. They had arranged themselves around one of the city's tri-road intersections. They had small teams of three spread out among the upper, middle and lower floors of the buildings along with giant roach teams waiting on ground level. These roaches had weapons and armor strapped to them. Five of them were in a chevron shaped formation and waiting in a ruined storefront with a sort of shiny metal armor on the fronts of their bodies. Another was waiting across the street and it had a giant cannon on its back, a scaled up version of the weapons they held in their hands. Down one of the three streets, a pair of people wearing different styles of gas masks were walking calmly and quietly. From the shape of them, one of them looked to be female, but they were both dressed far more conservatively than the Fisher Punk had been. They wore something that looked like blue canvas coveralls with rubbery hexagonal texturing. They also had on black combat boots and shoulder and waist harnesses holding grey metal tortoise shell-like backpacks on their backs. Sage was underground and the mask blocked his Spirit Sense so he couldnt tell if they were talking, but it looked like they were going to stumble right into the ratmens ambush. They walked into the intersection calmly, but then there was sudden action. A trio of rifles flew out of one of the windows of a building, then they spun around in mid-air and fired into the building they came from. The body of a ratman fell out of the open window and hit the ground with a wet thump. Then the man in the gas mask lifted his hand and snapped his fingers. The dark lenses of his gas mask started to glow with a red light and bright red flames blossomed in the open window of the building he was looking at. The flames danced from window to window, from floor to floor, bathing them in burning heat. The three man teams of ratmen in that building were instantly ignited and when they screamed or tried to flee, the man caught sight of their motion and reaction, focusing the fire to turn them into ashes. That was when the, now failed, ambushers started their attack. A loud rumbling filled the air when the five giant roaches wearing armor thundered out onto the street.
