Chapter 343 Psychedelic Journey

( ) "It's so hot——"

Is it very hot now? No, this season should be a bit cold now...

It's just that the skin and muscles all over his body seem to have disappeared, as if he can't feel anything.

The forearm of the left hand was tentatively joined to the broken bone with a repair spell, but it was broken after all just now, and the muscle repair spell that was scratched by the sharp broken bone cannot be restored.

However, there was no pain at all, and the whole person was numb.

"It's so hot—"

Obviously I can't even feel the temperature, but I always feel a tight and stuffy feeling coming from the surroundings, and the irritability is constantly increasing...

"The ham in the compressed can... probably is... this feeling?"

Maca staggered in the deserted alleyway, his eyes blurred, and Luna looked like he was carved out of the same mold when he was in a daze.

The light of some street lamps shone from afar, dragging the shadow behind him long. With his swaying steps, the shadow kept twisting, like a Venezuelan poisonous fire anaconda.

In his field of vision at this time, the surrounding environment seemed to have lost its color, and it became like walking in a faded old Muggle photo.

The roadway became winding and uneven, sometimes alternating peaks and valleys like ocean waves, and sometimes upside down like a roller coaster, making it impossible for him to maintain a sense of balance.

Of course, the fact is not completely colorless.

In the entire field of vision, all things with magical power are dyed with a hazy color.

Yes, it's like the looming rainbow when you spray water mist from a watering can on a sunny day. It is clear that he can't even distinguish the colors clearly, but he can feel the ambiguous colorfulness.

"Well... it's really difficult to keep a certain amount of sobriety..."

Maca covered her mouth with one hand, leaned on the wall with the other, and staggered forward step by step.

Although he didn't feel the ground on the ground at all, he was usually used to precise steps, and it wasn't impossible to move forward reflexively now.

"While the purpose of this potion is entirely unknown,

But……"

From time to time, he talked to himself in his heart, struggling to keep his thinking running, so as not to completely stop his brain.

"...But, when we meet Willie, we should praise her... After all, she is not good at Potions at all..."

"Ah—it's so hot!" Maca muttered inarticulately.

At this moment, a figure appeared at the entrance of the alley, a black silhouette was outlined by the lights outside the alley.

"Huh? Who's there?"

The black figure was talking, but the sound waves spread all the way, reflected back and forth on the walls of the alleyway, and were finally collected by the auricles into Maca's ears.

The voice just changed its tone, and the volume was astonishingly loud, as violent as if it was about to punch a hole in his eardrum.

"what--"

Maca opened his mouth, but his vocal cords just vibrated meaninglessly.

"Hmph... a drunk?" The figure at the entrance of the alley snorted coldly, "It's okay, just treat it as an overtime shift tonight..."

"The soul is out of the body!"

Before he finished speaking, a gray light appeared in Maca's sight, and rushed towards him. Probably because of the hallucination, the water-gray magic power that should have been covered like a net has also become distorted and flipped at this moment.

Although he couldn't hear what spell the other party was chanting, he knew it was the Imperius Curse just by looking at the magic power.

Maca's immediate reaction was to raise his right hand, but the wand in his hand had been lost before he knew when... Maybe it was somewhere along the way?

In the twisted and deformed hand, there is no equally twisted and deformed wand, at least he reacted to this fact in an instant.

At the moment when the gray light curtain was about to envelop him, Maca drooped his eyelids and swung his half-stretched right hand violently.

In an instant, a tide of magic power gushed out, completely dissipating the gray magic light curtain.

"The rough way of using magic power...wasteful, really wasteful...unexpectedly, I will have such a day..."

The irritability and complaints in my heart swelled up at the same time, as if enlarged by a magnifying glass, almost covering every corner of my heart in the blink of an eye.

"The flames are blazing."

The extremely detailed research and countless times of practice allowed him to cast spells without a staff like the older African wizards, while maintaining a high degree of precision.

But even so, he still needs to sing aloud to ensure the degree of completion.

After igniting the flame formed by the magic power, he didn't turn into a fire dragon like he did in class. But even if the shape is irregular, it is still a sea of ​​high-temperature flames that can obscure the line of sight.

"Ah...wasting mana again...that's why I don't like casting spells without a wand..."

The price of maintaining accuracy is to consume more magic power to describe and maintain those incomplete rule runes.

The figure at the entrance of the alley was burned and scared away. From the beginning to the end, Maca didn't even see his appearance clearly, it was always a distorted black outline, that's all.

But then again, even if that person stood in front of him and showed him, he would only see a mess of magical brilliance.

It's the same whether you look at it or not.

Maca didn't have time to think about these things at all, he was still trying his best to keep his mind running, and he was always paying attention to the countless dancing magic spots in his vision.

"Ah... so hot! Huh? That is... what?"

Suddenly, as if he noticed something, he quickened his soft and chaotic pace, and walked forward crookedly, walking towards the target in his sight.

It was an indescribably chaotic mass of color blocks, strips of light intertwined together, forming a colorful human figure.

"Huh...human? Mythical humanoid creature? Or..." Maca stumbled forward, walking non-stop, still rambling in his heart, "It looks very beautiful... what is it? Is it really a human?"

However, no matter how fast and how swaying he walked, that human figure did not change at all. It was still so far away, and it was still at the same position in the field of vision, but the color gradually changed to pale gold.

"It looks... a bit like... Luna?" Maka stopped suddenly, tilted her head and narrowed her eyes, "Oh... that should be the so-called 'goddess' that the patient said?"

He thought so, then shook his head and looked away.

"So, the 'goddess'...is just a part of the illusion...isn't it?"

When he stopped paying attention to that plausible "goddess", in just a moment, that touch of pale gold disappeared without a trace.

Maca continued to move forward, searched, and muttered... The dream-like scenery around her was receding, fast and slow, and she couldn't even estimate the exact passage of time.

Go out of the alley, through the path, across the road, and then go on.

Most of the pedestrians after that don't want to cause trouble, which is also a matter of course. The black market is a black market, and there are all kinds of people, but most of them are wise people who know how to keep a low profile.

After struggling for a long time, the pedestrians around became less and less again. After that, Maca once again stepped into a deserted alleyway.

This kind of similar place is very common in the black market where all kinds of houses are dotted, and it is the product of intensive construction where every inch of land is expensive.

"Ah—it's so hot!"

Maca felt as if she could only repeat this sentence, and it didn't bother her to repeat it over and over again...

No, it's actually very annoying! But no matter how annoying you are, you have to keep on talking. If you don’t say anything or think about anything, you’re afraid that your consciousness will be “taken away” by the effect of the potion the next moment.

"Ah! Is it... that one?"

Just at the distance of this step, an unusually eye-catching light spot lights up in the distance, like a morning star before dawn, it is particularly eye-catching in the dim night sky.

Maca took a deep breath and quickened his pace again.

Hurry up, you can go faster, can you go faster? The staggered footsteps were looking for a balance point in the ocean of hallucinations, but it was too difficult, and he still fell down after all.

"It's okay, I don't feel anything at all anyway, just get up and keep walking."

Closer, closer, this is it!

"Here comes another one, give him, give him..."

Maca was still wearing an old wizard's robe for camouflage, but the wide-brimmed pointed hat had fallen somewhere long ago. It's just a good thing that the mask that fixed the Transfiguration has not yet expired, so it wouldn't expose her identity in the first place.

But to be honest, even if others could see who he was at a glance, he still couldn't figure it out.

Someone stuffed the bright mana source into the pocket of his coat, and someone else seemed to be planning to just open his mouth and pour it into it.

Then... probably will be given a "forget everything" as a gift, right?

Leaving no trace, that is the prudent way to act - but this potion seems to weaken the effect of the amnesia spell, otherwise Mrs. Langman would not have left an impression.

Maca brushed away the person who came to snap his mouth, and squinted his eyes to look left and right.

As Mrs. Langman said, this place is dark and damp... Well, I can only say that, because the illusion is still there, and the world is still distorted.

"This guy, dare to push me..."

The person he brushed away was obviously angry, but just as he drew his wand, another person stopped him.

"Stop! The master said that every drug user in the early stage is very important, don't mess around!"

"Uh... okay, okay! Forget it... I'd better fill him up quickly..."

Before he finished speaking, he grabbed Maca's arm, and the other person used a spell directly, trying to imprison Maca.

But before they could react, they felt that their whole body was tense first, and then they fell hard on the ground.

"vomit--"

As if feeling that the shaking was too intense, Maca retched while holding his knees.