Chapter 455 Magic
"Come on, spill it."
"You found this place, and that really threw me for a loop!"
"I've decided to put on a little show for you."
Herschel spread his arms wide, slowly turning his body and waving as if there were a crowd of spectators in front of him.
Then, Herschel glanced at Elbert with a chilling gaze. "I sincerely hope you can stick around until the end of the performance."
Elbert exhaled slightly, crossing his arms behind his back, curious to see what kind of show this lunatic could put on.
Herschel was quite formal about it. He took a cloth bag from a nearby prop box. He turned the bag inside out to show it was empty, then reached inside, licking his lips as he rummaged around.
"Got it!"
Herschel's expression changed to one of excitement as he pulled out a black handgun from the bag.
Without a word, Herschel fired a shot at Elbert!
Elbert casually tilted his head, easily dodging the bullet. He knew the bag was a magician's prop, with the gun hidden in a secret compartment.
Elbert frowned. "Is this all the great Vice President of the Apocalypse Association can do?"
Herschel wagged a finger at him.
"Are you a cyborg?"
"Don't rush."
He licked his lips again and rummaged through the bag, pulling out a machine gun this time.
"Haha."
Herschel laughed maniacally, lifting the machine gun and spraying bullets at Elbert.
Elbert moved swiftly across the ground, dodging the bullets that kicked up dust and sand. In a moment, he stood unharmed. "Can I get a refund for this crazy show?"
Herschel continued to wag his finger. "A high-level cyborg, I see."
He reached into the bag again, this time shoving his entire arm inside as if struggling to find something.
Elbert sighed softly, watching quietly.
"Hehe!"
Herschel suddenly grinned!
The next moment, the sand beneath Elbert's feet shifted! A black-gloved hand, identical to the one Herschel wore, emerged from the ground, grabbing Elbert's ankle and holding him in place!
Then, another black-gloved hand emerged, holding a small dagger aimed straight for Elbert's throat!
Elbert's expression hardened. Liquid metal covered his left hand as he grabbed the dagger, crushing it along with the glove in one punch!
At the same time, he exerted force with his foot, breaking free from the underground grip and stomping the glove flat!
Elbert looked at the crushed glove in his hand and then at Herschel, who still had his arm in the bag, frowning slightly.
Robert: "Whoa, is this spatial teleportation? And with living things?"
"Is that bag warping space or reconstructing matter?"
"These are questions modern science can't answer!"
Herschel chuckled darkly. "I told you, I'm a magician. You mere mortals can't comprehend it!"
Robert: "Elbert, try to provoke him. Make him use more of his abilities."
Elbert nodded and smirked at Herschel. "What's with the puffy face?"
Herschel's mouth twitched in irritation.
He rummaged through the bag again, pulling out a pigeon, then a rabbit.
"Not this!"
"None of these!"
Herschel tossed the rabbit and pigeon aside. The next moment, he pulled out a bull's horn. "This is it. You're dead!"
He threw the horn onto the sand in front of Elbert, laughing maniacally.
Elbert facepalmed. My God, how can I take him seriously?
But then, the sand trembled, and a massive black yak emerged, charging at Elbert with the horn Herschel had thrown!
"Is this really living teleportation?"
Robert was stunned.
Elbert became cautious, his right hand gathering strength as he punched the yak's forehead.
Elbert held back some power, but the moment his fist connected, he sensed something unusual.
The force of the charge was far greater than that of a normal yak!
The yak's body arced through the air, landing far away, instantly deflated.
Robert: "Something's off. That's not a real yak!"
Elbert smiled lightly. "Magician, I asked why your face is swollen?"
"Die!"
Herschel frantically pulled out more bull horns from the bag, throwing them to the ground.
One by one, yaks with horns emerged from the sand!
Elbert's hand, hidden behind his back, formed a long sword from liquid metal.
Several black flashes later, the yaks were covered in cuts, including the horns on their heads.
The next moment, the yaks fell apart, collapsing to the ground.
Inside their bodies, apart from the fur, they were entirely made of yellow sand.
The sand flowed back into the ground, merging with the vast desert, disappearing in an instant.
"No wonder!"
"I thought it was real living teleportation!"
"Turns out it's just sand manipulation!"
Robert's mystery was solved, and he was delighted. "This Herschel is really dedicated, setting up the scene in advance and burying gloves and yak props in the ground!"
Elbert looked at the black glove in his hand, tilting it slightly to see a few grains of sand fall out.
"Robert, what do you mean by 'just sand manipulation'?"
"Genetic mutation, turning into this?"
Robert: "In the known natural world, there are fundamentally four forces—gravity, electromagnetism, strong nuclear force, and weak nuclear force."
"A magnet attracts iron because of the magnetic force!"
"But manipulating sand is impressive!"
"The main component of sand is silicon dioxide, with silicon being the key element. It's not a metal, but Herschel can control it!"
"This might involve other forces in nature, like specific element manipulation!"
"Elbert, get his DNA. We could discover a new power system and win a Nobel Prize!"
Elbert was exasperated. Herschel used one special ability to disguise another.
This guy's thought process is truly insane!
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