boyutpedia Chapter 6 Flying Cranial
Chapter 6 Flying Cranial
The moment the words were spoken, the [Guard Card] posted in the room began to tremble violently.
The card's runes flashed rapidly, emitting a series of piercing buzzing sounds.
The next instant, it exploded like a balloon.
It turned into a sky full of white mist and drifted away.
"As expected of a cannon fodder card used to buy time, it's completely useless against a real aberration!"
Lin Mo muttered a complaint and quickly backed away.
At the same time, he flipped his right hand, and a bright purple-edged card appeared in his palm, spinning around.
It was the very first card he created: [Nine Songs - Mountain Spirit].
Lin Mo's mind stirred slightly, and his spiritual energy poured out from his spiritual platform and into it.
The card suddenly shone brightly, slowly solidifying into a graceful and elegant figure in front of him.
Her eyebrows are like distant mountains shrouded in mist, and her eyes are like autumn waters rippling across the surface.
Her skin was as radiant as the morning mist in the mountains, and her figure was as slender as a willow branch in the wind.
Wearing a light blue wide-sleeved ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) with a soft tassel belt around her waist, she was almost eerily beautiful.
What is the demeanor of a goddess? This is roughly it!
Looking at the figure before him, as graceful as an orchid in a secluded valley, even Lin Mo had to admit that the original owner's painting skills were truly exquisite.
The interplay of strokes perfectly captures the pure, aloof, and otherworldly beauty of the mountains and fields.
In his previous life, he would have been a great artist at the very least.
The mountain spirit neither spoke nor moved; its mere presence alone was enough to bring a sense of peace.
Lin Mo felt a surge of courage, as if he had the world at his fingertips with these cards in hand.
They weren't so afraid of the mutants, and even wanted to try their hand at it.
As a card maker, Lin Mo is quite sensitive to spiritual levels.
He sensed it and figured it was somewhat like a variant of the Slit-Mouthed Woman, probably around a level three or four Black Iron.
His strength is similar to that of the Mountain Demon, and even if he is stronger, he shouldn't be much stronger.
"Brother, you actually have helpers?"
The eerie face outside the window smiled even more strangely when it saw Lin Mo summon the card.
The childish voice pierced through the glass, echoing shrilly throughout the room: "But... this little brat can't stop me!"
Before the words were finished, the pale face suddenly floated away from the glass, turning into a blurry white shadow.
Like a ghost, it pierced through the window and pounced straight at Lin Mo.
It was surrounded by a bone-chilling cold, and wherever it passed, the moisture in the air instantly condensed into tiny ice particles, and even the lights dimmed a bit.
Before Lin Mo could give the order, the Mountain Spirit lightly raised her jade hand and waved her wide sleeves.
A series of verdant plant and tree spiritual energies appeared out of thin air, transforming into several vines that, like agile snakes, instantly coiled around the white figure.
The vines, imbued with pure natural energy, sizzled and burned the moment they touched the white shadow.
"what!"
The white shadow let out a sharp screech and its speed suddenly slowed down.
"It's a rare spiritual aberration!"
Lin Mo frowned slightly, staring intently at the deformed creature before him, a strange sense of familiarity rising within him.
After thinking for a moment, I suddenly remembered seeing a description of this mutant in "Tales of the Nine Provinces".
"The Flying Skull Moon Goddess emerges from the marshes of Jingchu. It resembles the head of a young girl, with eyes that weep blood and a neck severed as if by a knife. It can fly with its head. When it encounters people, it first conjures up a crying sound to attract their attention. When it gets close, it transforms into a white-faced, fanged spirit mist that drains the yang energy of the living. It is said that this is formed from the lingering resentment of a girl who died unjustly at the age of marriage."
【Flying Skull Moth】is not afraid of physical attacks, but is only wary of the power of nature and divinity.
And the mountain spirits are precisely their nemesis.
The white shadow that the Flying Skull Moon had transformed into was entangled by vines and struggled violently.
The childish cries turned into piercing screams, the face became distorted, the fangs became sharper, and the chill emanating from the body became more intense.
But the mountain spirit's vines tightened more and more, and the azure spiritual energy continuously seeped into the white figure's body.
Each infiltration made the figure of the Flying Skull Moon thinner.
Before long, the Flying Skull Moon was completely twisted and dissolved, turning into wisps of smoke that dissipated into the air.
From beginning to end, the Mountain Spirit didn't use a single skill.
Without even moving an inch, he effortlessly dealt with the mutant.
"As expected of a source card with divine status, dealing with this low-level aberration is simply a dimensional reduction attack."
Lin Mo breathed a sigh of relief, inwardly feeling a sense of accomplishment.
At the same time, I am glad that I had the foresight not to place my hopes on the Card Master Alliance, but to make the cards in advance.
Otherwise, he might be the one who dies right now!
Lin Mo breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly noticed that a small wisp of pale gray mist had appeared where the [Flying Skull Moon] had disappeared.
The mist condensed and took shape, transforming into a crystal the size of a grain of rice, shimmering with a faint, ethereal light.
It turned out to be the [Spirit Crystal of the Flying Skullmoose], a material dropped by the [Flying Skullmoose] after it dies, which is considered a relatively rare spirit-type material.
Lin Mo's eyes lit up, and he quickly took out a blank card from his pocket, walked to the crystal, injected his mental energy into the blank card, and softly recited the sealing incantation.
The blank card instantly glowed faintly, enveloping the [Spiritual Crystal of the Flying Skullmoose] within it.
A moment later, the light faded, and a faint spiritual pattern appeared on the blank card.
A green halo appeared around the edge of the card, and a green-quality material card, "Spiritual Crystal of the Flying Skull Moon" (Green), was created.
"It'll be perfect for making more cards later."
Lin Mo put away the material cards and glanced around the room, which was in complete chaos.
He quickly tidied up, putting the tables and chairs back in their places and sweeping away the debris from the floor.
Within minutes, the room was clean and tidy again.
Just then, there was a sudden, urgent knocking at the door.
"Knock knock knock! Knock knock knock!"
Is this never going to end?
Just when you've solved one, another one comes along?
Alright, alright, you're in such a hurry to send me materials, so I'll grant your wish!
Lin Mo's face darkened, and he strode out of the bedroom. Reaching the entryway, he was about to open the door...
"Lin Mo, it's me, Fang Chuchu..."
Suddenly, a melodious and familiar female voice rang out, tinged with urgency: "Open the door quickly!"
"Fang Chuchu?"
Lin Mo was taken aback, then instantly realized that this was the original owner's sister's best friend.
The two used to be very close, and Fang Chuchu often cooked for the original owner and took care of him.
However, since Lin Wan disappeared, the original owner has been focusing all her attention on making cards and has gradually reduced her communication with the outside world, so Fang Chuchu has rarely come over.
The original owner's older sister, Lin Wan, was a Silver Battle Card Master.
Six months ago, he suddenly disappeared during a commission to hunt down mutants and has not been heard from since.
Everyone speculated that she had most likely been attacked by the mutants and had perished.
Only the original owner firmly believed that she was still alive.
After sorting through his memories, Lin Mo hesitated for a moment before opening the door.
Standing outside the door was a slender, tall girl, who looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old.
She wore a loose, soft, off-white knit top and high-waisted, straight-leg light gray jeans with the cuffs slightly rolled up to reveal her slender ankles.
She was wearing a pair of simple white sneakers.
Her long, black hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and although she looked a little tired, her stunning beauty was still undeniable.
Her weariness did not diminish her beauty in the slightest; on the contrary, it made her even more charming.
It was Fang Chuchu.