But, can the creature before me still be considered human?
Gauss doesn’t really think so.
Therefore, I cannot view her from the perspective of an ordinary caster.
Gauss’s eyes narrowed slightly.
It seems her skull is shrouded in a layer of black aura.
It is precisely this black aura and steel-like skeleton that provide solid protection.
Can the Fireball Technique melt it?
Gauss isn’t too sure, more crucially, there’s the victim that Ying found underground.
The Fireball Technique shouldn’t collapse the cellar below.
While contemplating, Gauss’s body leaves the ground with the aid of the Flying Technique.
The White Magic Wand quietly appears in his hand.
As the tip of the wand points at the skull.
Eight consecutive Magic Missiles instantly shoot out in unison.
While breath casting has its advantages, it also has drawbacks; after all, the preparation is done internally, and even with his enhanced physique, frequently casting spells in a short time increases the burden on his body.
Therefore, he still uses traditional wand casting for rapid firing.
The azure glowing spheres cut through the air, targeting the floating skull.
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The Magic Missiles released by Gauss several times just skim past her skull.
It seems a special force is squeezing the Magic Bullet away one by one.
Gauss encounters this kind of situation for the first time.
But he quickly adjusts, with his mind rapidly analyzing.
Although not knowing the principle, the opponent seems to have high physical resistance while also possessing a layer of magic resistance.
"You’ve truly angered me, Little Mage."
The old witch said grimly.
Even now, though her head has been knocked off, she still maintains a considerable degree of confidence.
Where does your confidence come from?
Gauss doesn’t feel very strong magical energy from her head.
This is also the reason why he still remains somewhat composed.
His perception of magic power should be several times that of the opponent.
Considering the opponent’s aged and weakened appearance, even possessing abilities similar to "Flying Headman," it’s normal for her magic power to decline due to aging.
He holds many cards, while the opponent looks like she has none to play.
Is she unafraid of me?
Even those evil "puppet" helpers of hers won’t hold out for long under Albena’s encirclement.
If it weren’t for not knowing the witch’s backup plans, he might continue to engage in close combat.
That sneak attack punch didn’t directly kill her, but it clearly made her uncomfortable.
Just as Gauss was contemplating.
The witch shook her head, seemingly finally recovering from the concussion a moment ago.
"It’s indeed a decent body."
She stuck out her tongue, eyes fixed on Gauss’s healthy body, drooling with greed.
She has already experienced the power of that physique firsthand.
Comparable to a warrior’s robust body while also mastering extremely special casting methods.
Does he have some special lineage?
She licked her lips.
Originally, she thought little Abby was the perfect body, but now it seems, compared to the young man in front of her, it’s simply child’s play.
She’s truly tempted.
However, occupying a man’s body will cause strong soul and body rejection after the procedure; the most severe time, she nearly died from side effects, which is why almost all the bodies she’s occupied are female.
But, regardless of such a heavy price, the "affection" for the man in front remains undiminished.
In her mind, a voice like a devil’s temptation keeps telling her.
If successful in taking over that body, all her troubles, whether it’s the speed of aging or strength bottleneck, would be resolved.
As long as she becomes him, everything will be better...
She would obtain everything she desires!
Her eyes gradually reddened, like a starving wolf seeing a piece of bloody fresh meat.
This thought progressively occupied her brain, even making her feel an urgent craving, unable to wait any longer.
While lost in daydreaming, Gauss continues to release the Dagger Cloud.
The Dagger Cloud shrouds the witch’s head, with energy daggers quickly weaving through her; although causing no damage, Gauss observes the surface black aura vibrating in resistance.
This shows it’s quickly consuming energy.
So the upper limit of protection is tangible. He mused in his heart.
The wizard’s abilities are always famed for their eeriness, and since unclear what malice the witch harbors, Gauss decides not to engage in close combat for now.
Her gaze towards him is very unnerving, as if she’s going to devour him.
For safety’s sake, Gauss decides to continue using Flying Techniques and long-range spells to kite.
If all else fails, relying on vast magic power, rapid energy replenishment, magic, and mobility can also deplete her protective black aura.
Faced with Gauss’s attacking approach, the witch no longer shows anger; on the contrary, her eyes become exceedingly gentle, occasionally nodding in satisfaction.
"Is your magic power abundant?"
"It’s more than enough to wear you down." Gauss floated in the air.
Continuing to calmly cast magic, Magic Missiles, Flaming Arrows are tossed like they’re free.
These two spells are the most practiced, having the best effect for the same magic power consumption.
Moreover, under the release of these two spells, he can almost achieve no consumption, since he’s chewing pre-prepared food.
Of course, there’s still actual consumption, incurred by the Flying Technique.
Around the witch also begins to condense arrows of black-purple.
He relies on the mobility of the Flying Technique, nimbly dodging some in midair.
The rest are canceled by Gauss’s position and robe protection.
Both seem to be probing.
Gauss’s peripheral glance notices the black stains appearing on the Moonlight Robe, left by the witch’s dark energy arrows.
Hasn’t it cleansed itself?
Gauss thoughtfully retracts his gaze.
Controlling his body in the air dodges the arrows precisely.
His Flying Technique has become quite adept after extensive recent training.
"Do you have little magic power left?"
Gauss dodges the arrows, calmly asks.
The witch’s magic power is already less than his, and clearly, relying only on a head doesn’t allow rapid recovery abilities like him.
Unless the opponent is vast superior in skill, he doesn’t believe anyone could surpass him in spell consumption warfare.
His magical capability is simply preeminent.
"Enough, hehe."
The witch gives a sly laugh.
Perhaps feeling the timing is right, her conveyed sense of glee is increasingly difficult to hide.
After Gauss evades another attack.
The witch doesn’t continue casting.
In the next moment, the black aura around her head intensifies.
Indeed, it’s not magic power, but...
Gauss grows increasingly certain.
"Boom!"
The witch’s head erupts with a black glow.
Simultaneously, that eerie lone head seems to be teleporting, swiftly approaching Gauss.
"Your body will be mine!!!"
Suddenly appearing above Gauss’s head.
The jaws open wide, revealing a gaping maw.
In an instant, rings of invisible special energy surge like tides, accompanied by the witch’s sharp roar, enveloping Gauss’s body entirely!
Not a sound wave-type magic attack, but a power Gauss finds familiar yet strange.
This is neither physical shock nor magical turbulence but directly targets the consciousness core, shaking the life source with a Soul Attack.
The witch’s eyes gleam with insane determination.
She seems to see the soul of the perfect body before her shattering from her attack, ultimately allowing her to easily take this masterless body and flee.
Succeed in the brain transplant.
She will ascend a path to the heavens.
Robbing the body’s extraordinary magical affinity, breaking through level bottlenecks, and never needing to trade bodies like a hermit crab any longer.
Hehe!
However——
Bang.
A sudden, intense piercing pain surges in her thinking brain.
The invisible wave, enough to turn ordinary professionals into fools or even shatter souls, encounters an unyielding reef near Gauss.
"You?"
Gauss’s gaze matches with the witch’s panic-filled eyes.
Coincidentally, he too has some research in using souls.
Isn’t this... a meeting between peers?