The core of Multiple Spellcasting lay in the differentiation and synchronous control of mental power.
Ordinary spellcasting involves constructing one wizardry model at a time, whereas Multiple Spellcasting involves splitting mental power into several independent control lines, each simultaneously building a wizardry model, all of which are released at the same instant.
Overlapping Wizardry Release went a step further, briefly fusing two or more different wizardry models before release, allowing their energy structures to overlap and amplify each other. The resulting wizardry combined the effects of multiple models, with a power that far exceeded simple addition.
Furthermore, theoretically, as long as one's mental power was sufficient and their control was precise, dozens or even hundreds of spells could be stacked.
It was absurd.
Knowledge constantly accumulated, integrated, and reorganized within his consciousness.
Absurdity aside, this technique perfectly complemented his combat style.
With his current state, the burden of releasing multiple wizardries simultaneously was entirely manageable.
“Heh, I’ll have to see the power of three hundred stacked cantrips when the time comes.”
In the days that followed, his life was reduced to three things: reading, understanding, and simulating the splitting and reorganization of wizardry models within his mental sea.
Half a month later.
Ethan raised his right hand, spreading his fingers.
An emerald light lit up in his palm as three Seed Bomb models were constructed at the same instant. Before they were released, they were forcibly pressed together by his mental power—overlapping, fusing, and compressing.
The structures of the three models permeated one another, their energy circuits nesting within each other, finally condensing into a dark green seed the size of a thumb.
The patterns on the seed's surface were more than five times denser than a normal Seed Bomb, and the light flowing within it was deeper.
Then, he voluntarily dispersed the model.
If he were to test-detonate something of this power inside the treehouse, the treehouse would likely cry.
Well, it definitely wasn't because the War Fortress fine was a bit high.
It was just unnecessary.
Yes, unnecessary.
Ethan stood up and stretched his neck. His joints gave a soft popping sound, which echoed clearly in the quiet treehouse.
He had finished learning the high-level knowledge.
Now, it was time to complete the Energy-Eating Insect's mission.
“Leaving again?”
“Yeah.”
“Come back soon.”
“Yeah.”
...
When his feet once again felt solid ground, the scene before him had completely changed.
It was an endless mountain range.
As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but dense forest, with layered canopies stretching from the foot of the mountains all the way to the horizon.
Ethan picked a direction at random and charged into the depths of the mountain forest.
After running for about dozens of kilometers, Ethan stopped at the base of a cliff.
With a thought, he commanded.
“Set Spatial Anchor.”
【Spatial Anchor 2 has been set. Location: Amons World - Nameless Cliff.】
A new entry appeared on the panel.
“Very good. This will do for now.”
Then, with another thought.
The surrounding scenery instantly distorted and folded.
The moment Ethan’s feet touched solid ground, a smell mixing blood, sweat, and rotting vegetation flooded his nose.
He stood atop a pile of rubble from a ruined fortress. Beneath his feet was a half-collapsed wooden watchtower, its surface covered in charred vine remains.
Below the ruins lay a shambles of a camp.
Calling it a camp was being generous.
Few tents were intact; most were shacks haphazardly propped up with broken spears and shredded cloth.
Between the shacks lay scattered, blood-stained bandages, where the pale green blood had dried on the fabric into dark brown crusts.
Several emaciated four-legged magical beasts lay in the mud, the outlines of their ribs clearly protruding from beneath their fur, their amber eyes half-closed.
There were wounded soldiers everywhere.
Some were leaning against the wreckage of collapsed catapults, the wounds on their severed limbs haphazardly wrapped with unidentified broad leaves, while pale green blood still seeped from the gaps.
Some were curled up in shacks, their chests heaving violently, every breath accompanied by a raspy gasp.
Others lay in the open mud, their amber eyes staring blankly at the sky, the wounds on their chests no longer bleeding, though their bodies still twitched slightly.
An Amons old woman crouched at the edge of the camp, clutching a handful of mashed herbs and applying them to a young warrior’s abdominal wound.
The moment the herbs were pressed on, the warrior let out a scream of agony, his body arching as pale green blood surged from between his fingers.
Further away, a few warriors who could still stand were gathered around a campfire boiling something. A turbid liquid rolled in the pot, with several unidentified roots bobbing inside.
Their expressions were wooden, and the fanaticism and rage they once held on the battlefield had vanished from their amber eyes, replaced only by a hollow numbness.
Closest to Ethan was an Amons warrior missing his left arm.
He crouched at the foot of the ruins, his right hand clutching a battleaxe broken in half, the blade full of nicks. The wound on his left shoulder was messily wrapped in dark brown vine-bark, which was already soaked through, pale green liquid splattering onto the mud drop by drop from the ends of the bark.
As Ethan looked down at him, the warrior happened to look up.
His amber eyes reflected the figure that had suddenly appeared atop the ruins.
The warrior opened his mouth and squeezed out a raspy sentence from his throat.
Ethan understood; it was the Amons Common Tongue, meaning something like “outsider.”
Ethan raised his right foot and lightly tapped the rubble.
Boom!
Emerald light exploded from beneath his foot, pouring into the ground through the cracks in the ruins.
The surrounding soil churned in the same instant as rubble, wreckage, and fallen corpses were overturned by an unseen force, rolling away in all directions.
The ground exploded.
Vines erupted from every inch of the soil.
Some were as thick as an adult's waist, while others were as thin as a thumb, their dark brown bark glinting coldly under the sunlight.
They spread at a frantic speed in all directions, snaking through the gaps between the shacks, bypassing the smoke of the campfires, climbing over the wreckage of the catapults, and burrowing into the corners where the wounded huddled.
The old woman at the edge of the camp was the first to be ensnared. Vines erupted from beneath her feet, coiled around her ankles, bypassed her knees, and cinched into her waist and abdomen. The herbs in her hands slipped from her fingers and hit the mud. She opened her mouth to scream, but the vines had already coiled around her neck.
The few warriors boiling food were the quickest to react. They dropped their pots and bowls, grabbing the weapons beside them. A scar-faced brute raised his battleaxe and swung it at a vine, but the blade left only a faint white mark. In the next instant, three vines simultaneously coiled around his wrists, waist, and neck.
The battleaxe slipped from his hand, bouncing twice on the ground.
The wounded soldiers in the shacks didn't even have time to struggle. Vines erupted from the soil, pierced through the rags on the ground, and coiled around their torsos and limbs. The sound of bones shattering drifted from the shacks, muffled by the creaking sounds of the growing vines.
The warrior missing his left arm was still crouching at the foot of the ruins. He had witnessed the entire process of the vines erupting from the ground, seen his companions at the edge of the camp crushed, and watched the last second of the warriors by the campfire being dragged underground.
He saw all of this, and only then did he look down at himself.
Vines had already coiled around his waist.
His lips quivered twice, but he could no longer utter a single word.
Because his lumbar spine had been crushed.
And his neck had also been snapped by a wooden spike.
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