Fairy tale: Little Red Riding Hood's wolf mentor

"Huff..."

Polo opened his eyes, dispelling the illusion before him.

The Queen's emotional fluctuations were also actively suppressed by him. Polo increasingly felt that... the special nature of his soul did indeed play a significant role.

He flipped through the notes again. Further on, there were quite a few mind construction arrays related to other magics.

For the Queen, who was born from weaving ribbons, this kind of spell that could control others with ribbons was the most comfortable for her to use.

But for Polo, it seemed much more difficult.

Fortunately... this notebook was very thick. Besides this magic for manipulation, there were other magics that the Queen had learned and mastered.

For example...

Polo tossed a few ribbons collected from corpses in the palace back into his backpack somewhat dejectedly—they were useless now, because using this kind of magic required ribbons woven by oneself.

Polo put back the ribbons and flipped through, taking out a wooden box and opening it—

Inside was a comb.

It was the comb that the Scarlet Witch used to curse Prince Bo Ren to death with a strand of hair!

This was also one of the Queen's magics!

And this comb could be reused, only needing to learn the method of manipulation. Of course, this was simple—but not as simple as it was for the Scarlet Witch.

The reason the Queen confidently handed the comb over to the Scarlet Witch, and why the Scarlet Witch was able to successfully use this vicious curse...

Was actually mainly because the Queen had pre-cast the spell.

Under such circumstances, even if the comb was lost and picked up by someone else, no matter what they did, it would be impossible to exert the slightest effect!

"As expected, it's been a long time since I've studied?"

Polo curled his lips and closed the comb, putting it back into his pack.

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step...

Well... magic initiation, starting from pretending to be the Queen!

Indeed, no matter what kind of power, as long as it's one's own, it will inevitably not be so easy to obtain!

Beside him, Leike spread out one of the four books and placed it on the grass in front of her.

Polo peeked over. It was the one marked with "Diagrams of Anti-Magic Array Inscriptions".

Previously, when Leike was in the carriage, she had briefly looked through it with Polo.

What was recorded in it... was a technology that even the Bo Ren Kingdom had lost, which was—knowledge and inheritance related to anti-magic array inscriptions!

And this "anti-magic array inscription" was the technology used in the set of black armor on Prince Bo Ren!

It had a considerable effect against all kinds of magical attacks!

"Clang—clang—"

Leike placed Prince Bo Ren's set of armor, which was too big and heavy for her, flat on her lap, and held a small hammer and metal chisel in her hand, striking the array patterns on the armor.

Prince Bo Ren's armor had been damaged quite a bit by the Queen's full-force strike, which had been weakened layer by layer during the previous battle with the Queen.

Almost seventy percent of the "anti-magic inscription arrays" had been damaged.

And the armor itself had become somewhat twisted and dented.

And the content in this illustrated book, although far inferior to the one in Polo's hand, was... for the moment, far more practical than Polo's magic notebook.

This meant that Leike could try to use tools to modify this armor herself.

Transforming it into... something more suitable for herself.

And after repairing the "anti-magic inscription arrays" on it, even if she encountered an opponent like the Scarlet Witch again, she might be able to fight head-on!

Polo thought for a while, then lowered his head and continued to read the magic notebook.

For him, who possessed the [Spiral Beacon: Witch], this notebook was undoubtedly the most suitable!

But today, before he had read a few lines on a page, Polo's ears twitched!

He inexplicably heard... some huge, muffled sounds coming from the dark forest in the distance.

It was like rocks rolling down from a mountain peak and smashing heavily on the ground!

"What's that sound?"

He frowned, but the sound was getting closer and closer. There couldn't be so many rocks, right?

It was more like... the sound of footsteps amplified countless times?

Gradually, the sound became louder and louder, mixed with the sound of many trees breaking, and the ground even began to tremble slightly!

"That's not right!"

Polo's pupils shrank, and he instantly remembered something.

What the old soldier Invi had said in the carriage before, the crisis of the Bo Ren Kingdom... giants!?

"Quick, put out the fire!"

Polo immediately said. Then, the old soldier on the other side heard the huge movement only a little later than Polo. He quickly got up and extinguished the campfire.

Instantly, the pitch-black night completely enveloped the forest.

The chirping of insects in the grass also weakened a lot.

All they could hear was the approaching, and still increasing, heavy footsteps!

"Boom—boom—boom—"

The two horses tied to the tree began to neigh in panic.

They struggled hard with the reins, trying to escape into the distance, but the old soldier had tied the reins very tightly, and only the trees were constantly shaking!

The trees dragged by the frightened horses shook violently, making abrupt rustling sounds in the dark night.

Suddenly, the huge, heavy footsteps in the distance paused for a moment.

As if they had discovered something...

But the next moment, the footsteps sounded again, shaking the earth and even more rapid and heavy!

Trees were broken, making a continuous crackling sound!

What made Polo and the others even more worried was—this time, the sound was running straight towards them!

The horses... had been discovered!

"Tsk!"

Seeing this scene, the old soldier's expression sank.

Without hesitation, he drew his sword and went forward, cutting the reins that tied the two horses!

Then, he beckoned to Leike and Polo, pointing in the other direction from the horses.

Polo and Leike also understood, and silently and quickly took all their luggage, then tried to walk silently towards the bushes on the other side.

The sound of hooves was extremely obvious at night!

And the giant's footsteps were already approaching!

The trees in all directions were shaking and swaying. Polo and Leike lay down in the bushes, motionless. The old soldier and Dansi had also concealed their forms with cloaks of invisibility!

The next moment, a giant tree in front of Polo crashed to the ground!

Polo's pupils shrank, and he saw a pale, huge foot, like a pillar supporting the sky, with a whistling sound, slammed onto the ground!

Dust flew, and another piece of grass and trees flew. A footprint that was several times larger than a person appeared on the ground!

"There really are... giants! ?"

Polo's line of sight, along the jade pillar-like leg, looked up—

The oppressive sense of pressure was like Mount Tai pressing down on the top, overwhelming!

Trees fell, but the moonlight was even dimmer!

The giant image like a mountain barrier covered the entire sky tightly!

The huge body moved at high speed, the huge wind pressure roared, and the collapsing footsteps so close at hand—

Even made Polo, who was sensitive to hearing, feel a brief loss of hearing!

Finally, the moonlight shone on the forest again.

Shining on... the sinkhole-like footprint.

Not far away, the thunderous footsteps stopped.

Subsequently, the sound of dense grass and branches breaking, Polo's mind emerged... the picture of the giant bending over and searching in the forest—

At the same time, there were two weaker, painful neighs of horses!

Then, the neighing disappeared.

What replaced it was a sound that was magnified thousands of times, a creepy sound of flesh and bones being torn apart:

"Gurgle—creak—clatter—clatter—"

Finally, after a swallowing sound like a muddy swamp.

The long chewing sound stopped.

The giant's footsteps returned to the unhurried rhythm when they came, and walked towards the distance.

"Boom—boom—boom—boom—"

Gradually away, getting smaller and smaller.

Finally, disappeared.