Chapter 296: Magic Hedge

The entity hiding inside Weller's head could ambush Murphy while he used "Mind Capture," so naturally, Murphy could also use the psychic channel established by "Mind Capture" to strike back in reverse.

The moment the spell was cast, Murphy's consciousness suddenly connected with another consciousness.

Shock, confusion, and a hint of fear, these emotions were like clouds scattered across the sky of consciousness, impossible to ignore.

Murphy paused for a moment, materialized his form in the void, and laughed, "Ragnar, you're scared."

The instant he touched the other's consciousness, Murphy knew the identity of his opponent; he was indeed the millennium-old fairy king, Ragnar, he had suspected.

"Damn it!" Ragnar roared.

The color of the void in the consciousness space suddenly transformed into a wasteland-like terrain, with mountains and fields full of fairies appearing en masse. They raised battle flags adorned with the heads of various creatures, waving crude axes, scythes, daggers, and the like, numbering in the thousands, perhaps millions.

These fairies looked nothing like the suit-and-tie bankers of Gringotts. Most were gaunt, clad only in tattered loincloths, and their weapons varied widely, clearly not well-trained soldiers.

"Foolish wizard!" A giant fairy face formed from the clouds in the sky, "Entering someone else's mind domain is a death wish!"

"Here, I am a deity!"

"My power here is endless, I will devour your soul, and you will become my puppet, just like Weller and the others."

Oh?

It seems the other side also knows the consequences of this psychic connection.

He seems to have done this kind of thing quite a few times.

Murphy had already deduced the ultimate form of "domain" confrontation, or psychic combat, to perfect the theory of the path of the mind.

In his deductions, two different, incompatible mental singularities, once they come too close, will inevitably tear and merge with each other.

Just like two real singularities in the physical world.

Since both are absolute, the contradictions at the border of their domains must end with "one absolute" overcoming "another absolute."

And since the mental singularity is the core of the will, this necessarily leads to the complete collapse of the other's will.

Once this battle begins, it cannot end until death is determined.

After Ragnar spoke, a horn sounded suddenly, and countless fairies roared, charging at Murphy.

Murphy, facing the tide of goblin-like creatures, felt no fear.

This was once the fairy kingdom?

A bunch of creatures like those in games, goblins?

Indeed, they are called goblins (Goblins are a phonetic translation, while fairies are a liberal translation).

"But, in a battle of minds, wasting so much computational power on these useless puppets, are you asking for an early grave?"

Murphy snorted, and instantly, a beam of light extended from in front of him, connecting to the throne in the center of the fairy army.

The next moment, Murphy suddenly appeared before the throne. He stretched out his hand, his magic tuned to the same wavelength and frequency as the opponent's magic but in complete destructive interference, instantly turning half of the fairy's face on the throne into nothingness.

"Indeed." Murphy, seeing the attack effective, understood.

This is a domain of consciousness, the realm of the mind. Using the thinking ways of the physical world is futile here.

The only real thing here is mental-dimension magic—or mental power.

He had just used his mental power in a destructive interference manner to neutralize the opponent's mental power, the only way to truly cause direct damage in the realm of consciousness.

"Ah!" Ragnar screamed instantly.

"Why, why can you hurt me?!"

Ragnar was nearly driven mad with shock.

This is a domain of consciousness, and it's his domain.

He is like a god here, able to control everything in this space.

In his understanding, it's impossible to directly damage the consciousness itself here.

What can be used in battle is only mental power, only thoughts, beliefs, concepts, intentions, memories, etc.

Normally, he would create this wilderness, then summon those fairy soldiers, and as long as his will remained, no matter how many fairy soldiers were killed, he could recreate them.

He would use this method to wear down any opponent pulled into his mind domain, causing them to become mentally exhausted, doubtful, and thus create more illusions to gradually overwhelm their spirit and ultimately defeat them.

This method had never failed him.

He had absorbed many souls of the Brin family's descendants this way, turning them into puppets under his control.

But Murphy was not at all confused, launching a direct attack on his will's core from the start.

How did he do it?

"Mental-dimension magic is still magic," Murphy said emotionlessly, "Magic is a wave, and waves can interfere with each other. Neutralizing magic is simple, why the fuss?"

Ragnar couldn't understand.

What waves, what interference, what are all these concepts?

He desperately tried to break free from Murphy's grasp, but his head seemed glued to Murphy's hand, unable to escape.

This is the "mental stickiness" phenomenon.

Once two mental singularities come close enough, they can't break free, which is why Murphy chose this method of attack. He didn't know the exact location of the opponent's core; if Ragnar wanted to flee, he wouldn't know where to chase.

"You're mad! You're mad!" Ragnar also realized the dire situation, watching his body slowly disappear, he suddenly understood, "You're using your magic to consume mine?!"

"You want to die together?"

He looked at Murphy, indeed, Murphy's core of will was weakening while causing damage to him, and at the same rate as his own.

The coherence of waves is bidirectional; as you neutralize someone else's magic, your own magic is also neutralized, and the consumption is exactly the same on both sides.

"You will lose! You will lose!" Ragnar shouted.

He had already absorbed and merged many souls of the Brin family descendants; his total magic power was much greater than that of a normal wizard.

"Heh."

Murphy coldly sneered, not paying him any mind, and the speed of mental power neutralization suddenly accelerated.

After being ambushed by Ragnar, Murphy knew the opponent's mental power was vast.

But he was prepared.

At this moment, he had the heads of three thousand corrupt officials in Su country as a computational pool, with the brain virus controlling their brains. On one hand, it relieved the computational pressure from tuning the raven array antenna through distributed computing; on the other hand, it could gather the mental magic generated and transmit it back through the network of the mind virus.

Thus, theoretically, Murphy had the mental power of three thousand souls to hedge against Ragnar.

Three thousand backup batteries in hand, do you think you can compete with me in endurance?

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