Chapter 1513 - No Supper In Foreign Countries

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

The Lesser Lamias and Lamias were not truly fearless. They no longer dared to press forward after seeing Mo Fan massacre their comrades!

Their levels were not that high, and it was quite obvious that their numbers did not really matter to the human blocking their path. A brown-red Lamia began to release a piercing cry, signaling the others to retreat!

Mo Fan was not pleased when the demon creatures decided to retreat. They were supposed to be contributing to his wealth; how could he let them leave like that?

“Thorns of the Shadow Rose!”

Countless Thorns of the Shadow Rose were fired at the Lesser Lamias from the Swamp of Darkness as they were fleeing for their lives.

These thorns had the ability to impair their target’s movement. The Lesser Lamias that were struck by the thorns froze in place. The Flying Creek Snow Wolf and Little Flame Belle quickly caught up to them and reaped their lives.

Mo Fan’s Giant Shadow Spikes were absolutely terrifying under the effects of the Swamp of Darkness. The Thorns of the Shadow Rose basically paralyzed a great bunch of Lesser Lamias and Lamias!

More Soul Remnants and Soul Essences flew toward Mo Fan. These Lesser Lamias and Lamias might not be high level, but since they hung around with the undead a lot, their souls were more valuable than ordinary demon creatures, and so the quality of their Soul Remnants and Soul Essences were significantly better, too!

A lot of Soul Remnants flew into the Little Loach Pendant’s Underworld River. It was now fully lit up by the light emitted by the deceased spirits, a spectacular sight. The souls lingering along the river were continuously refined into one complete Soul Essence after another!

Mo Fan no longer needed Servant-class Soul Essences, so he simply asked Little Loach to further refine them into Warrior-level Soul Essences to provide him with a better supply of Warrior-level Soul Essences.

Mo Fan believed it was better to enhance the level of his Summoning army at the Warrior-level to inflict greater destruction upon the enemy. As for the Servant-class… Mo Fan felt like they could no longer be of any use to him. Even though Servant-class creatures might still wear out a high-level creature by abusing their numbers, if he was planning to raise his own Summoned army, why wouldn’t he strive for a higher-level army instead?

The production from Little Loach’s factory was flowing as smooth as silk. The Lesser Lamias that Mo Fan slew were instantly turned into Soul Essences. He now had thirty-one of them, with three not refined by Little Loach but directly obtained from the Lesser Lamias. Mo Fan could sell these Soul Essences for money, but since he needed them to grow his army, he believed it was better to feed them to the Magic Medium Ring for now.

He was quite lucky that Little Flame Belle had obtained a Warrior-level Soul Essence from killing a Lamia. On top of that, Little Loach also refined the Soul Remnants collected from the Lamias into two more Soul Essences.

Thirty-one Servant-class Soul Essences could be refined into six Warrior-level Soul Essences, and together with the other three, it meant he now had nine Warrior-level Soul Essences!

Unfortunately, almost half of the Lesser Lamias had run away; he wasn’t able to kill them in time. Otherwise, he would have collected even more Soul Essences!

Mo Fan fed all nine Warrior-level Soul Essences to the Magic Medium Ring. Nine glowing half-circles wrapped around Mo Fan’s finger and flickered before vanishing into thin air. The Magic Medium Ring stopped glowing and disappeared too.

“Nine Warrior-level Soul Essences?” Brianca was surprised when she noticed the flicker of light.

Mo Fan realized he was being too obvious about this. He quickly explained, “I already had six before, and I was quite lucky to collect three more from killing the demon creatures… hehe!”

Even though some expensive Soul Container had similar uses to the Little Loach Pendant, their rate of transformation and efficiency were extremely low. They would need around five hundred Soul Remnants to refine a single Soul Essence; not many Mages in the world could really take out five hundred demon creatures within a short period of time.

Mo Fan had no intention to tell anyone about Little Loach’s magical power.

“Oh, oh, I thought you had a really extraordinary Soul Container…” Happily, Brianca did not doubt Mo Fan’s words at all. She had no reason to doubt him, assuming it was unlikely for such a powerful Soul Container to exist in the world.

“It’s a pity that they ran away. Otherwise, I would have collected more of them,” Mo Fan let out a sigh as he watched the Lesser Lamias and Lamias fleeing into the distance.

“Mo Fan, I gave it to you to help you become stronger, but I don’t want you to place yourself in danger by initiating fights against the demon creatures just so you can improve the number of creatures you can Summon,” Brianca was a little worried when she saw Mo Fan lamenting that he did not have enough.

“Don’t worry, don’t worry, I’m not a lunatic. I won’t just go around and fight the demon creatures to death,” Mo Fan said.

Brianca was not too convinced by Mo Fan’s promise. She could easily tell from Mo Fan’s fighting style that it was not his first time fighting demon creatures while surrounded by them…

Mo Fan’s Summoning Gate limit had risen to fifty-three after he fed the nine Warrior-level Soul Essences to the Magic Medium Ring: forty-three Enormous White Wolves, and ten White-Marked Wolves!

Mo Fan was planning to further increase the number of White-marked Wolves. If anyone dared trouble him again, he would just unleash the army of wolves at the person, just so they would doubt why they were even born in the first place!

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Mo Fan and Brianca finally left the jungle. Mo Fan was a little worn out after the battle, having consumed a significant amount of his energy. Cairo was their actual destination. Once the battle at Cairo came to an end, they would have to resume their journey. It was important to be fully rested by then!

Not long after they left, a captain riding a Desert Beetle showed up leading a bunch of Battlemages.

“Didn’t they say a huge group of Lesser Lamias was flanking us from this direction? Why isn’t there any movement at all?” the captain turned around and asked his men.

“I did receive the news…” the scout of the squad found himself in an awkward spot. He had no idea how to explain himself.

A Battlemage came up to the captain and reported, “Captain, there are traces of a fight ahead. The place is littered with the remains of demon creatures.”

The captain immediately rode the Desert Beetle to the spot ahead, the other Mages quickly following. They thought there would only be a few dead bodies scattered through the forest, yet to their surprise, the whole place was littered with them. There were so many that it was impossible to count how many Lesser Lamias and Lamias had died there!

“There must be thousands of them here!?”

“It does seem that way, but how did they all die?”

“Captain, there are traces of burns and Shadow Magic… a Mage must have done it. I guess someone was guarding this place and eliminated the demon creatures before we even realized it!”

“It was most likely a Super Mage. How could anyone else kill so many Lesser Lamias in such a short period of time?”

“I just came from the city. I did see two young adults heading back to the city from here. I wonder if it was them,” another Battlemage said.

“I don’t think it was them. They looked too young.”

“Either way, the hazard has been dealt with. It will greatly lift the pressure the front line is feeling!”

“Yeah, if we could have someone like him guarding the front line, we wouldn’t be in so much trouble!”

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Mo Fan was starving by the time they returned to New Suez. Fighting was very intense work!

Mo Fan brought Brianca to the city to find a place for supper. He was looking forward to trying out some Egyptian food.

Unfortunately, not every country had places that were open for twenty-four hours like China. Mo Fan tried searching for some time, yet he did not find anyplace selling food, apart from a few convenience stores.

It did not make any sense for Mo Fan to visit a bar just to get something to eat. He had no choice but to go back to the hotel with an empty stomach.

“If you’re really that hungry, I can cook for you. The ingredients in the convenience stores aren’t the freshest, but it’s better than nothing,” Brianca said.

“It’s fine, I prefer eating some meat,” Mo Fan said.

Brianca was a vegan. The only thing she could cook was vegetable dishes or vegetable soups. Mo Fan had almost gone mad from eating the food provided by the Alps Institute.

As a matter of fact, Mo Fan believed he would choose a bunch of delicacies over a group of beauties right now. Barbeque, hot pot, crawfish, food stalls, street food, spicy stir-fry hot pot, salted-skin shrimp… he could not help but wonder how foreigners survived for so long without those delicious foods…

Mo Fan bought some bread to fill his stomach. The more he ate the disgusting bread, the more he missed Shanghai…

Brianca was intrigued when she heard the list of delicacies that Mo Fan mentioned in a single breath. She asked curiously, “Does your country really have so many ways of making food?”

“You must try them out if you have the chance. You’ll completely forget about being a vegan when you come to China… oh, actually, there are many ways of cooking vegan dishes too. Cooking them with water or making soups are not the only ways!” Mo Fan said.

Mo Fan remembered how he had impressed Ayleen, the duchess from England, by treating her to a meal of spicy crawfish. Damn it, Pudong had drowned when the sea level rose. The restaurant with the best crawfish was gone too! Mo Fan was so mad that he had a strong urge to annihilate the sea monsters, especially since he had not had the chance to eat supper in a foreign country. Otherwise, he would bring Brianca to the restaurant and let her try out the spicy and delicious food. She would surely enjoy herself and thus have a good impression of him. Why would he bother drugging her? He could easily hit a home run by treating her to a delicious meal!

Brianca had not traveled much. She did visit other countries once every year to train herself when she was younger, but that was no longer the case. In fact, she was not even up-to-date with the latest trends in the cities. It was not exaggerating to describe her as a nun in a nunnery.

Mo Fan was quite confused. She clearly had such outstanding strength, yet why did she have to stay at the secluded Alps Institute? Was there a reason behind it?

Speaking of which, he had known Brianca for some time, yet he still knew nothing about her family. She had never mentioned her past to him…

It was unlikely that working diligently was enough for her to be so strong. Mo Fan was starting to get a little curious about Brianca’s background…