Chapter 11 Magic Beast: 7 Magic Sheep

"Roar!"

A few kilometers away from Richard, a bizarre-looking Magic Beast was chasing a group of Wizard Apprentices.

"What on earth is this!" an Apprentice cried out in panic. He had been resting comfortably in the woods when suddenly he saw a crowd of people coming toward him, with a monster following behind them.

"Are you an idiot? This is the Magic Beast the Academy placed in the examination arena!" another Apprentice retorted angrily.

Before becoming Apprentices, the term "Magic Beast" was merely a myth.

According to the legends, various Magic Beasts committed many atrocities, killed people like flies, but would all eventually be slain by Knights, becoming the spoils of heroic battles.

However, when these creatures stepped out of the realm of legend, people realized just how laughable those stories were.

This flesh monster, over two meters tall at the shoulder, over four meters long, with seven heads and eight legs, could trample a squad of Knights to death merely with its weight and speed.

What was even more terrifying was that among its seven heads, aside from the central goat head, the other six were stitched together by man.

It was a synthetic monster.

The stitched heads on the adjacent bodies roared wildly, spitting acid and flames, occasionally bending down their heads to swallow Apprentices who came too close.

Apprentices sporadically cast Spells, but either they missed due to panic, or the spells were too weak and left only fleeting scars on the body of the Magic Beast.

Limbs, blood, screams, roars.

The whole woods seemed like hell on earth.

…

Inside the Central Black Tower of the Black Tower Wizard Academy, two Wizards were staring at a Crystal Ball in front of them.

The Crystal Ball was livestreaming the scene of the seven-headed Magic Sheep's rampage.

"Deputy Dean, the Magic Beasts we released this time are quite effective, aren't they? I personally created these, and their quality is guaranteed." a Wizard bragged.

Beside the Crystal Ball, Eric, serving as the entrance exam invigilator, looked up and adjusted his glasses:

"Jolod, did you really make this thing yourself? You lazybones, did you really bother to craft this trinket?"

The Wizard referred to as Jolod stiffened.

"Not saying anything now?" Eric smiled at Jolod, "Just bring evidence to prove that this isn't your Apprentice's work, and next Plane War, I'll make you a pawn."

"A Three Rings Wizard as your pawn, guaranteeing you earn loads in the next war."

"Cough cough, Deputy Dean, let's just watch the Magic Beast." Jolod coughed and steered the conversation away.

"Speaking of which, why did the Dean suddenly decide to change the exams this year? Although we took a loss last time, we made enough to not be in such a rush to replenish Wizards."

Deputy Dean Eric shook his head: "I don't know either."

Although he was the Dean's assistant, he also disagreed with the Dean on this matter. The elite standard for graduating Wizards from the Black Tower Wizard Academy, an institution established less than an epoch ago, was a fundamental strategy that allowed it to quickly stabilize and develop.

"But since the Dean made such a decision, he must have his reasons. He's a Four Rings Great Wizard who can directly receive messages from the Truth Council.

All we lesser Wizards need to do is quietly follow his will."

…

As the roars of the beast grew closer, Richard's meditation plans were completely ruined.

He climbed a large tree, trying to see what was happening in the distance by the moonlight. But before he could get a good look, a dazzling burst of flames erupted from the nearby woods.

Boom!

The sound, almost like thunder, made even Richard, several hundred meters away, feel deafened.

"It seems someone has used a powerful Magic Tool; that Magic Beast must have been dealt with."

Richard jumped down from the tree, intending to continue meditating.

But it seemed as though fate was against him today, for shortly after he jumped down, that hellish beastly roar resounded once again.

And it sounded even closer this time.

"I just can't get any peace."

Richard furrowed his brows and immediately cast Light Body Skill and Silence Technique on himself.

Silence Technique wasn't very useful to Richard during the day, but in the dimly lit night, this Zero Ring Spell was almost like invisibility.

Once the spell was cast, Richard found a bush to hide in.

He had no intention of picking up leftovers. Though the Magic Beast was injured by a Magic Tool, a crippled ship still has three pounds of nails; he just needed to stay lower, play safe, and he would definitely pass the entrance exam without risking it for a Magic Tool.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The voice of the Magic Beast grew closer, its heavy footsteps further convincing Richard to stay hidden.

This sounded like a big guy, and if it wasn't killed with one strike, he was in for serious trouble.

"Roar!"

A seven-headed Magic Beast burst out from the forest with originally seven heads, now only three remained intact. The spots of the other four heads looked like they had been bombed, charred around the wound.

"Is this the Magic Beast? It looks like an experimental subject."

Richard looked at the thick stitches under the head of the seven-headed Magic Beast and a speculation flashed through his mind.

This Magic Beast might just be some Wizard's experiment, or even an experiment conducted by a Wizard Apprentice!

If this thing was created by someone, then could he extract the process of making Magic Beasts using the Miracle Furnace?

If he could, then could he also create such a Magic Beast?

A fiery greed flickered through Richard's heart, but his rationality immediately stopped him.

"There's no need to create more trouble, let's pass the examination first."

Richard suppressed his greed and wanted to wait for the Magic Beast to leave. But at that moment, one of the remaining three heads, a wolf head, suddenly twitched a couple of times.

A wolf's sense of smell is tens of thousands of times better than that of a human, even in the mixed scents of the primeval forest, the human scent on Richard was as clear as the sun.

"Awooo."

The wolf head let out a howl, its head striving to turn in Richard's direction.

"I've been spotted!"

Richard's heart tightened, and he immediately took out a complete Magic Stone to replace the one on his ice cone ring.

The Magic Stone on the ring had been worn down to one-fifth by its previous owner, and this Magic Beast didn't seem like it could be dealt with just one Ice Cone.

Thud, thud, thud, thud!

The seven-headed Magic Beast that had detected human traces immediately charged towards Richard; human flesh was the most delicious food for it and the most effective medicine for its wounds.

The Magic Beast surged forward.

Its hooves were as big as bowls, its roar as loud as thunder, dirt and grass splattered under its hooves, and dead branches and leaves danced under its roar.

It was like the mythological eight-legged steed, unstoppable and unmatched.

But with a loud "boom" the Magic Beast suddenly lost balance and plummeted to the ground. Its massive body plowed the ground like a bulldozer.

Two ice cones, each as thick as an arm and about a meter long, had brutally broken its two front legs.

Thump, thump, thump, thump...

Richard clutched his chest. Under the influence of adrenaline, his heart pounded like a drum, blood surging through his veins like tidal waves.

If he had been a second slower, even just one second, he would have died in the jaws of the Magic Beast.

Even this was a heavily injured Magic Beast; had it been uninjured, Richard didn't dare imagine how terrifying it would have been.

Richard steadied himself, and again shot an Ice Cone at the only head without stitches of the trying-to-stand Magic Beast, effectively splitting it open.

The Magic Beast convulsed for a while before finally returning to stillness.

"It's finally dead."

Richard cautiously approached, and after confirming that the Magic Beast was thoroughly dead, he placed his hand on its body.

But the outcome was deeply disappointing.

The Miracle Furnace showed absolutely no response to the Magic Beast.

"Did I think wrong?"

Richard's brow furrowed slightly, contemplating for a moment before pulling out the Magic Dagger from his waist and began disemboweling the Magic Beast.

With the enhancement of Magic Power, the dagger could cut through iron as if it were mud, and Richard felt no resistance while gutting.

As soon as the belly of the Magic Beast was opened, a foul-smelling pool of blood immediately flowed out.

The organs inside the Magic Beast were rotting at a visible rate.

Richard, looking at the thick, foul-smelling blood, steeled his heart and reached indiscriminately inside the belly of the Magic Beast.

When he touched something that was still pulsating, the Miracle Furnace finally trembled slightly.

[Material: Low-Grade Synthetic Beast Core]

[Extractable Craft: Low-Grade Synthetic Beast Core Creation]

[Extraction Cost: 15 Spiritual Power]

[Extract now?]