This wizard only wishes to be a teacher

Chapter 45: Chapter 45 Stitched Beast

Chapter 45 -45 Stitched Beast

Hu——

As Nolian was still vigilantly watching his surroundings, suddenly, a figure burst out from underground. He was shrouded in a layer of shadow, using his hand as a knife, at the edge of his arm was a mass of shadow power forming an incredibly sharp long blade!

That strike was abrupt, ruthless, and silent!

Moreover, Lucien had timed it extremely well. At that moment, Nolian had just created a detective witchcraft, and his spiritual power was still in a slightly shaken state after the spellcasting, leaving him completely unable to cast any other witchcraft for attack or defense.

However, Nolian was also an experienced and seasoned Third-level Wizard Apprentice, so upon realizing his situation, he quickly moved to the side to avoid vital points. At the same time, he blocked Lucien’s shadow blade targeting his vitals with his left hand. His right hand conjured up a Sorcery Scroll from thin air, and after tearing it apart, a huge ice shield quickly took shape.

Lucien’s eyes narrowed; he knew that his strike would no longer be able to kill Nolian. Without hesitation, he quickly changed his target, and before the ice shield could fully form, the shadow blade directly slashed at Nolian’s left hand.

Pu——

An arm was severed and flew off.

Nolian took the opportunity to retreat explosively. He didn’t even look at his flying left arm but instead watched Lucien with a chilling gaze.

Lucien glanced at Nolian’s severed left hand and felt a bit of regret.

After all, losing an arm or a leg wasn’t considered a severe injury for a wizard. As long as one was willing to pay a certain price, it was possible to regenerate limbs.

If Nolian had hesitated even a little just now, Lucien would have definitely sliced open his throat with the shadow blade, even if it meant paying a certain price!

Unfortunately, Nolian was too decisive and too ruthless.

“I didn’t think you’d come.” Nolian’s tone was somewhat relaxed despite having lost his left arm, as if he were chatting with a friend.

Lucien narrowed his eyes, looking towards the massive creature standing next to Nolian, at least five meters tall. There was a trace of wariness in his eyes, after all, the aura emanating from this big fellow was even more exaggerated than Nolian’s.

What’s more, Lucien recognized this highly representative artificial demon.

This was a standard Stitched Beast with its origins dating back to the ancient and bloody era of the Wizard Empire—a typical creation of dark wizards. Normally, they are puppets made from the corpses of humans or some powerful magical creatures, known for their thick skin, strong flesh, and destructive powers.

However, the creation of a Stitched Beast, an alchemical creature, requires high levels of attainment in the fields of Undead and Human Body Modification, and usually, only Formal Wizards with accomplishments in these areas would have such a creature as an enforcer. Some Stitched Beasts concocted by Formal Wizards could even possess a combat strength on par with the wizards themselves.

The thing behind Nolian was one such variety of Stitched Beast, an Abomination.

Although it appeared somewhat bulky and cumbersome, in fact, this big fellow was not clumsy at all. On the contrary, it possessed an extremely powerful offensive threat, the only drawback being its lack of ranged attacks. And if it were to unleash its desperate burst attacks, the Abomination could indeed show what was called a truly ‘agile fatso’!

Lucien slowly retreated, creating some distance.

At this moment, he was quietly squeezed between Nolian and this abomination, and the situation looked grim. If Nolian decided to let the abomination burst out in desperation, Lucien might even lose his life here.

After all, judging by the aura emanating from the abomination, its normal strength had already reached the peak of a Third-level Wizard Apprentice. Therefore, if it entered the “fat-burning” state, its strength could dangerously near the limit of a Third-level Wizard Apprentice!

Not to mention, Nolian was eyeing him closely.

If it were an ordinary person or a profession that mainly relied on close combat, like a Knight, losing an arm would significantly weaken them, but as a Wizard, especially an experienced one like Nolian, his combat power wouldn’t be greatly affected by the loss of his left hand.

Lucien couldn’t help but feel a sense of retreat in his heart. He felt that if he wanted to withdraw, relying on Shadow Stealth, Nolian wouldn’t be able to stop him.

But the fact that Nolian was now able to create an abomination indicated that his mastery in Undead studies was infinitely close to that of a Formal Wizard, and if given three more years, he had a high probability of being promoted to a Formal Wizard!

By then, his own situation would become even more difficult.

“No, wait…” Lucien scrutinized the abomination and quickly noticed the “strong outside but weak inside” aspect of the brute.

“So, it’s just a half-finished product.” Lucien narrowed his eyes, he had almost been bluffed by Nolian just now.

Although the abomination in front of him had an impressive aura, it lacked the most crucial hint of intelligence and seemed more like an inanimate object.

It is important to note that creating a creature like an abomination requires not only forging their strong bodies but also assisting them in “awakening.” The abomination Nolian had created clearly did not possess its own intelligence, and Nolian needed to use his spiritual power to manipulate it in order to attack.

So this seemingly terrifying abomination was equivalent to a strong puppet.

Lucien dived back down, merging into the shadows once again.

Nolian’s eyes were filled with vigilance, having already taken a big hit from this trick, so he did not dare to be careless. Instead, he leapt onto the broad shoulders of the abomination, swiftly constructing a witchcraft model. Soon after, his body slowly “melted” and eventually became a huge tumor on the abomination’s head.

Humm—After Nolian’s body integrated with the abomination, the giant creature suddenly seemed to gain a “spirit.” It raised its head, its disproportionately small head scanning the surroundings, and its eye sockets burned with two greenish soul flames.

Thud—The abomination stomped its foot, creating a small pit in the ground and fracturing the surface around it.

However, it was very difficult for such physical attacks to hit Lucien, who was hidden in the shadows, unless Lucien revealed his whereabouts voluntarily. In the gloomy environment of the Bone Mound, it was extremely difficult to locate Lucien’s true body.

Yet, Lucien was somewhat worried, as while he was secure in the state of Shadow Stealth, his means of attack were too limited. Against this tough-skinned abomination, it could almost be considered a stretch to say that he was merely tickling it.

Creak—Seemingly sensing that Lucien was not in a rush to attack, the abomination immediately stretched out its arms, several times thicker than a regular person’s waist, grabbed a corpse from the ground, and stuffed it into the gaping maw that opened up in its abdomen.

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