V2: Chapter 62: The Tower Master is Still On-Fire
"The Tower Master, what's wrong with her..." Maysfield looked at Octaville on the bed with concern.
Prescott heard Octaville's scream, checked the wound again, breathed a slight sigh of relief, and then took another bottle of potion, a beautiful Klein blue, and poured it on Octaville's wound.
Finally, Octaville's brow relaxed a little.
"Phew..."
Prescott also breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Alright, almost done, it's nothing serious. I thought I was powerless again, but it seems this time it's not difficult."
The other magicians gathered around.
The pierced wound, originally a shocking gash, deep enough to expose bone, dripping with blood. However, under the miraculous effect of the healing potion, it began to heal at an astonishing speed.
The potion was poured onto the wound, the liquid seemingly containing endless life force, instantly seeping into every corner of the wound. As the potion penetrated deeper, Octaville, who had been unconscious, felt the intense pain gradually subside, replaced by a cool and comfortable sensation.
The skin around the wound began to tremble slightly, as if responding to the potion's call. Then, the torn muscles and blood vessels began to slowly undulate, visibly reconnecting themselves. The once deep wound was now gradually shrinking, as if an invisible hand was meticulously stitching it up.
After a while, Octaville slowly awoke.
Her first words upon waking were, "You didn't tell Hilary about my injury, did you?"
Hewlett shook his head. “I’m in a hurry to find Prescott. I’ll go tell Miss Hilary now.”
“No need!” Octaville immediately stopped him, her voice still weak. “Don’t let her know I’m injured. Bring them back in a few days, and when they return, just say I had a minor injury.”
“I want to go back to that town,” Octaville suddenly said. “It’s too dangerous. I can’t let…”
Hewlett interrupted her. “Lord Tower Master, you can’t. Nicholas has already gone, and you’re injured now. You can’t risk it.”
“No, she can go,” Prescott said, taking a step forward. “I’ve decided too. I’ll go with you.”
“Dad…?” Joe was surprised.
Why had his father suddenly changed his mind?
Hewlett frowned. “Prescott, you know, the Tower Master’s injuries are…”
Prescott smiled, pointing to Octaville’s wound. “Why don’t you take a look at Little Fu’s wound? You’ll see.”
As time passed, the wound healed faster and faster. The originally bright red blood was gradually absorbed, replaced by new granulation tissue. This granulation tissue was soft and elastic; it continued to grow and expand, completely covering the wound.
Soon afterward, the once shocking wound completely disappeared, leaving only smooth, delicate skin. This skin blended perfectly with the surrounding skin, as if it had never been injured.
“Hiss~”
Everyone gasped.
“Professor Prescott, you actually… you actually figured it out…!” Octaville shouted excitedly, only then realizing that her body was slowly regaining its strength.
Prescott appeared calm on the surface, but inwardly he was overjoyed, practically begging for more praise.
However, he said only, "It's normal. I've been focusing on this research for the past few years."
"I feel better," Octaville said, feeling completely refreshed. Although she felt a little dizzy and unsteady on her feet, the pain in her wound had completely subsided. She rolled over and got out of bed. "Let's go back."
"But..." she looked at Prescott, "Professor Prescott, are you really coming with us?"
"Really, I... I'm worried about you."
Octaville looked at Prescott intently, and for a moment, she felt she saw a younger version of him.
"Professor Prescott..."
"Alright, stop being so sentimental, Fu," Prescott chuckled, tapping Octaville's head. "I wonder how things are going over there. We need to hurry."
Back in the town.
The villagers and the village chief stood amidst the ruins of the evil god's temple. The village chief remained enraged, but after a short while, he felt something was wrong with his body.
It was a foul, damp stench, like a monster emerging from the deep sea, carrying endless terror and evil. The village chief's brow furrowed slightly. Although his expression remained manic, he seemed to sense something amiss. But before he could react, a powerful force suddenly erupted from within him.
His body began to tremble violently, as if controlled by an invisible force. His eyes turned bloodshot, filled with fear and despair. Beneath his skin, something seemed to writhe, struggling to break free.
Suddenly, a piercing scream tore through the night. The village chief's body swelled up violently, as if filled with something. His skin stretched taut, as if it would burst at any moment.
Immediately afterward, streams of black tentacles erupted from his body. These tentacles, like black snakes, writhed in the air, emitting a nauseating stench. They seemed to be searching for something, or perhaps enjoying this horrific feast.
The village chief's screams grew increasingly piercing, his face turning ashen. His eyes were filled with terror and despair, as if he could already see his impending doom.
The tentacles grew increasingly frenzied, flailing wildly in the air like a death dance. They continued to erupt, tearing the village chief's body beyond recognition.
Finally, a deafening explosion rang out. After a violent shudder, Old Man Li's (the village chief) body exploded. A tremendous shockwave sent dust and debris flying everywhere. The tentacles scattered in the blast, like black arrows, piercing the stillness of the night sky.
The villagers were stunned, frozen in place.
When they finally came to their senses and cautiously approached, they were met with a horrifying sight. The village chief's body was torn to pieces, with only limbs scattered on the ground. The black tentacles still writhed on the ground, emitting a nauseating stench.
The villagers retreated in terror, unable to believe their eyes. Their pillar of strength, their always smiling village chief, had met such a fate.
Screams erupted as the villagers scrambled in panic. The tentacles seemed to be searching for something, writhing and twisting on the ground.
They coiled around a villager's foot.
A horrifying scene unfolded before them.
The villager's body gradually stiffened, and finally, he turned into a puddle of mush, completely devoured by the tentacles.
"Aaaaah!! Demons!"
"Help! Help!"
"The evil god has descended! The evil god has descended! Run!"
The villagers were in chaos, scattering in all directions, their faces filled with fear and despair. However, the tentacles seemed to possess boundless power, swiftly and accurately pursuing each fleeing person.
A young villager was bound by a tentacle around his ankle. He struggled, trying to break free of this terrible restraint. However, the tentacles tightened their grip, dragging him into endless darkness. His cries for help echoed through the night, but no one could save him.
Meanwhile, another tentacle lunged at an elderly woman. She screamed in terror, flailing her arms helplessly. But the tentacle easily pierced through her body, tightly enveloping her. Her screams gradually faded, finally turning into a desperate sigh.
The other villagers also fled in all directions, screaming in terror, trying to find a glimmer of hope for escape. However, the tentacles were like ghosts, omnipresent and all-pervasive. Sometimes they would suddenly emerge from the ground, dragging the fugitives underground; other times they would dangle from the treetops, sweeping unsuspecting villagers into the air.
The entire village was shrouded in this terrifying chase. Under the moonlight, the black tentacles resembled evil dragons, raging through the night. The villagers, like helpless prey, struggled desperately in their pursuit.
In this chase, terror and despair became the dominant themes. The villagers were filled with fear; they didn't know if they could escape this catastrophe. The tentacles seemed to grow increasingly frenzied, relentlessly chasing and attacking, as if they wanted to devour the entire village.
Finally, Nicholas and Eleanor arrived with two other magicians. Upon their arrival, they witnessed this chaotic scene.
"Prepare for battle!"
Nicholas drew his magic wand.
Initially, the four of them launched a fierce attack on the tentacles, relying on their superb magical skills.
Eric manipulated the blazing flames, causing the tentacles to emit… well, the aroma of roasting meat. Meanwhile, the young magician Lina chanted incantations, conjuring a wall of water that temporarily trapped the tentacles; Nicholas used wind blades to slash at their bodies, while Eleanor erected a sturdy earthen wall on the ground to block their advance.
Under their combined attack, the black tentacles seemed increasingly vulnerable, retreating steadily. However, just when they thought victory was in sight, the situation suddenly changed.
A strange sound echoed in the sky, like an ancient terror.
The seemingly fragile black tentacles suddenly became incredibly powerful. Their bodies became more resilient, impervious to flames and water walls. Worse still, the number of tentacles increased dramatically, seemingly swarming in from all directions, surrounding the four magicians.
Even more troublesome for them was that these black tentacles began to mutate. Their bodies twisted and became grotesque; some grew sharp spikes, some sprayed corrosive liquids, and some even unleashed powerful electric shocks. These mutated tentacles attacked with increasing ferocity, even overwhelming Nicholas.
While these tentacles weren't particularly powerful, their sheer number was overwhelming. They were an endless expanse of black tentacles, like a boundless field of wheat, stretching as far as the eye could see.
Fortunately, once the tentacles focused their attention on Nicholas and his companions, they stopped chasing the other villagers, thus saving the survivors' lives.
In a fierce exchange, Eric was accidentally struck by a mutated tentacle. Although his magical shield blocked most of the attack, some energy still seeped in, causing him minor injuries. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, staining his clothes.
Seeing Eric injured, the other three mages' hearts tightened. They knew that if this continued, they would likely all perish at the hands of these rapidly multiplying black tentacles. They began to attack even more frantically, trying to find a weakness in the tentacles.
However, the number of black tentacles was increasing; for every one they killed, another would take its place. The four magicians began to feel overwhelmed, their magical energy rapidly depleting.
As time passed, they began to retreat steadily. Forced back by the tentacles, they were unable to mount an effective counterattack. Their faces were etched with exhaustion, their hearts filled with fear of the unknown.
In this battle against the black tentacles, the four magicians had initially thought they would win easily, but they never expected to find themselves in such a desperate situation.
“Lord Tower Master… I’m sorry to disappoint you…” Nicholas said in despair, “I never imagined that at my age, I wouldn’t die in the Seaside Magic Tower, wouldn’t die at the hands of high-level monsters, but would die at the hands of these lowest-level tentacle monsters.”
Just as everyone was at a loss, a dazzling light suddenly fell from the sky. The light seemed to carry some mysterious power, forcing the surrounding tentacles back a distance.
The four mages looked up, and a familiar figure appeared before them.
"Lord Tower Master?!"
"Didn't Lord Tower Master return injured? Why is she suddenly here?"
Eleanor exclaimed in surprise, but also with confusion.
Normally, the magical potions they had developed wouldn't work so quickly; even a serious injury would require two days of rest.
Could it be… that Prescott had successfully developed the "rapid healing potion" he had been longing for?
Eleanor's eyes widened slowly.
"Prescott!"
He had actually come too.
"Long time no see, Eleanor!" Prescott stood at a distance, waving at Eleanor, his face full of satisfaction.
Around Octaville, all the tentacles had turned into puddles of mud.
"Alright, my darlings, the battle has only just begun." Octaville flicked her wand, striking a pose that exuded charisma.
Lina's eyes shone with admiration.
Finally, we can witness the Tower Master's prowess in battle.
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