My Fusion System: Fusing A Thousand Chickens At The Start Chapter 112 - Petrified Demonic Eyes Fusion

Chapter 112: Petrified Demonic Eyes Fusion

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“What is that thing?”

The men stared at the sky as they sucked in a breath of cold air.

Even Watson’s expression changed as he looked at the enormous female phantom in the sky.

The female phantom was hundreds of meters tall, and she was dressed in pitch-black clothes. Her clothes were engraved with swollen eyeb.a.l.l.s that were several meters in circ.u.mference. They rolled around on the woman’s clothing; it gave everyone an uncomfortable feeling. There were seven heads on the Phantom, and each one was different. Some had one ear, some only had one eye, and others only had a mouth. She looked very strange.

The woman’s body was not human either. The upper half was the image of a plump woman, and the lower half was the tail of a snake.

When Watson stared at the eyeb.a.l.l.s on the woman’s clothes, he felt a piercing pain in his eyes. A gray mist climbed onto his palm.

Crack!

With a soft sound, a small piece of gray dead skin appeared on his palm. It felt like a rock. The dead skin shattered and turned into dust that fell to the ground with a light touch as it revealed a bleeding wound.

“Ah! My eyes! I can’t see anything.”

Not far away from Watson, a guard from another manor covered his eyes and rolled on the body of the two-winged liger before he rolled over it.

When he was in mid-air, they heard a cracking sound from the body of that guard. A hardened layer formed on his body, and it quickly spread. Within a few seconds, the guard had turned into a statue; he was still in the position where he covered his eyes. Then, he fell from a height of several hundred meters.

“What’s going on? Why did my arm turn into stone?”

A manor owner on the back of a silver-tier magical beast watched in horror as his right hand turned to stone. A worried guard beside him had to support him. However, when he touched his arm, it immediately shattered and turned to dust, and the rest of his arm was bleeding.

After he was stunned for a few seconds, the manor owner finally reacted and cried out in pain.

“Christine, quick, lend us your armor.”

Morgan and Jack, whose bodies were partially petrified, shouted as they guided their magical beasts toward her.

Everyone else was petrified, too, except for Christine, who wore a gold-tier armor, and so she was immune to that state. She was still fine at that time.

“You’re men; have some backbone. What are you trying to do? Also, which one of you is touching me? Are you shameless?”

When she saw the two of them jump down from the magical beasts and hugged themselves like sloths, Christine slapped them.

As they covered their red and swollen cheeks, Morgan and Jack looked at the hardened areas on their bodies; they did not disappear or expand further. They sighed in relief; it was better to lose their dignity than their lives.

It was not only the manor owners, but even the Blackmoon Knights and the magical beasts in the sky had suffered some degree of petrification.

“It’s bad! That thing is the projection of the evil G.o.d—the Primordial Demoness. She was at starlight-tier when she was alive! “Everyone, don’t look at her eyes! Her eyes contain some strange magic. Our bodies will be petrified if we look at her eyes,” Sven shouted anxiously as he covered his eyes with his hands.

The strength levels in that world were divided into iron, bronze, silver, gold, platinum, diamond, starlight, and king. Humans could usually achieve gold-tier while those exceptional ones could reach platinum and diamond-tier. Anything beyond that belonged to the G.o.ds’ domain.

Starlight—it meant to s.h.i.+ne like the stars and look down on all living things from above. Elites in that realm were said to be able to communicate with the heavens and earth, and they could also destroy an entire country with a wave of their hands.

Since they were overly powerful, many ancient starlight-tier elites were wors.h.i.+pped as G.o.ds, and the Primordial Demoness happened to be one of them. The demoness cult could flourish in the kingdom because it was something left behind by a starlight-tier elite. Even if it were just an afterimage, it was not something that any silver and gold-tier elites could provoke.

Sven’s voice did not travel far in the chaotic crowd, and many people and magical beasts had already turned into statues; they had fallen from the sky.

No matter what level they were, even if they were silver-tier champions, they would not be able to resist after the magic hit them. They could only watch as they turned into sculptures.

Five of the Blackmoon Knights did not notice the warning, and the spell also hit them. They had turned into rocks. Fortunately, Watson reacted quickly and guided the magical beasts to carry the sculptures of the knights. The beasts flew into the distance, so those knights did not fall into pieces.

Watson had also looked into the Primordial Demoness’ eyes. He felt a trace of offensive aura in his body that constantly ate his flesh and blood as it turned his internal organs into lifeless stones. Fortunately, he was a gold-tier champion; his vital energy and blood were exuberant, so he could still withstand it for the time being. However, he could not continue to do so in the long run.

Just as he thought about how to clear that aura, the chaotic-elemental source of magic in his body vibrated and absorbed the demoness’ aura. At the same time, the sound of a system notification rang in his ears.

[High-level energy detected for fusion. Do you wish to fuse?]

“Of course!” Watson answered without any hesitation.

That was a rare system notification for fusion.

As soon as he finished speaking, Watson heard a buzz before he felt the magic source in his body vibrate. It emitted a strong and engaging force. Not far away, the eyeb.a.l.l.s on the Primordial Demoness’ projection stayed to move as they looked in different directions.

At that moment, the eyeb.a.l.l.s seemed to have sensed something. They looked in Watson’s direction, first with doubt, then with shock, and finally with fear.

Hundreds of eyeb.a.l.l.s spun as if they wanted to break free, but in the end, they could not do that. Wisps of gray air gushed from them; it fused with the air before it flowed into Watson’s body. Well, to be precise, it was the chaotic source of magic that had fused into his body.

[Congratulations, Master, for successfully fusing with high-level energy. The storage capacity of chaotic-elemental magic has expanded to the equivalent of two two platinum-tier elites. Master, you have obtained an additional gold-tier spell—the Petrification Magic Eye. When used, the opponent can be petrified. Depending on the magic, the degree and the time of petrification will be different. Petrification can also be removed on its own initiative.]

Watson was pleasantly surprised. He did not expect to learn a gold-tier spell when he fused with the Primordial Demoness’ aura.

“If I can fuse with the entire Primordial Demoness’ projection, will it make me stronger? Perhaps unimaginably strong!”

He raised his head and stared at the Primordial Demoness; the eyes on her clothes were mostly closed. Watson’s eyes burned with pa.s.sion.

He was there to steal the Demoness Bandit Gang’s Great Sin Mask. It seemed like he found another purpose. Other people might think that the Primordial Demoness’ projection was a terrible disaster, but Watson thought it was a treasure.

..

“How delicious! It’s been a long time since I’ve had such a good meal! It is rare that someone would drive silver-tier magical beasts my way; it’s like sending me food.”

Lady Gluttony cooperated with the Primordial Demoness’ projection as she continued her wanton slaughter in the sky.

When she saw a silver-tier magical beast with half a petrified body, she could smash the hardened part with a punch. She threw the rest of flesh and blood into the mask and bit into it. Her mask was a bottomless pit, and she would not have enough to eat no matter how much she ate.

In only a few minutes, she had swallowed more than 100 silver-tier magical beasts. She wiped the blood that had flowed down her neck; her aura had increased tremendously. She had advanced from silver to gold-tier in one fell swoop.

“The demoness cult is something that the evil G.o.d’s Primordial Demoness had left behind. They still have things that they should be proud of, for example, the magical array that summoned the Primordial Demoness. As long as the blood sacrifice continues, it will be able to increase its strength! The Demoness Bandit Gang has been lurking at the border for nearly ten years. They used the winter to sacrifice hundreds of thousands of living things. Now, they have reached platinum-tier. Even if the border count were there, he would not be able to gain any benefits, let alone the inconsequential Blackmoon Castle.”