My Fusion System: Fusing a Thousand Chickens at the Start

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Chapter 71: The Magic On The Scroll
“Run, run quickly.”

“It’s a monster! It’s not something we can fight!”

The allied troops were utterly defeated in front of the Golden Flash, and they scattered to escape.

The Golden Flash flew into the sky. The three heads were in the shape of a lion, a tiger, and a goat, and they symbolized fire, earth, and darkness. The lion’s head spewed a gold-tier spell called sunlight. A light pillar that was several meters thick fell from the sky and swept across the field; it left a deep, charred ravine on the ground. Anyone sucked into it would not be left behind—they would turn into steam and die.

The high temperature also burned those who were slightly further away. They screamed and rolled on the ground as they slapped their bodies continuously.

The goat’s head spat out black fog.

The fog had a strong corrosive property. The skin of those touched by the fog began to wrinkle speedily. Then, it gradually peeled off to reveal the flesh beneath it. Eventually, their skin would turn green, and their internal organs would fall onto the ground.

The organs that fell would seem as if they had come back to life. The pulsing membrane on the surface would crack after a short delay. The liquid would be sprayed onto other people, and it would corrode their bodies, cause them to fall to the ground and explode.

It was like an exploding plague, and it would spread endlessly.

The tiger’s head did not shoot anything; it only roared. Its roar would turn into a sound wave and seep into the ground. It would make the ground uneven with sharp spikes, and their enemies’ heads would hang on top of those spikes. The land nearby would also crack open—the crack was thick and long, and it would devour all life.

That was the first time since Golden Flash had transformed into a six-winged golden chimera that it had used its full strength. Its reputation was clearly much stronger than Watson’s.

Scarlet sat on the back of the Golden Flash’s head. She raised her longbow and nocked an arrow. Occasionally, she would shoot the soldiers to drive them back.

Scarlet’s face was pale when she did that. Her eyes were filled with pity as she resisted the urge to vomit.

She was only an 11-year-old girl. That was the first time she had seen the devastation of a battlefield. She had planned to flaunt the silver-tier longbow in her hand to chase the bad guys away. After that, she only wanted to reduce the number of people who died there.

“Everyone, put down your weapons now! I can spare your lives.”

The situation had tilted when the Golden Flash joined the battle. Watson wiped the bloodstains on his black shirt as he said that.

Blood streamed down the black shirt and fused into the cloth to turn the shirt into a thick set of armor. There were ferocious barbs on it; no one had dared to touch it.

The armor was a gold-tier armor that Watson had previously fused—it was the armor of an ancient knight. It had an independent skill, which was to summon an ancient knight’s heroic spirit. It could also absorb power to summon a gold-tier soul. It had managed to absorb the enemy’s flesh, and blood from the attacks, and the armor was so eager to give it a try that one could feel its faint desire.

Watson did not control it; he released the ancient knights’ heroic spirit.

Behind him, the air cracked a hole that was several meters wide to connect to another world. The aura of death blew like the wind. The ghost, which was several meters tall and covered in illusory armor, swung the heavy sword in its hand that was several meters long and smashed it down.