No!
This thing isn't used like that at all!
In just two or three seconds, Elias keenly sensed that something was wrong.
The terrifying suction coming from the Gluttonous Stomach at his waist hadn't weakened in the slightest!
John's words from back in the grave pit flashed through Elias's mind.
With the death of its original owner's physical body, this bizarre stomach had also fallen into a dormant state.
And his own move just now—proactively extending his spirituality into it to test it—seemed to have activated this fellow's predatory instinct!
Right now, this wretched leather bag was acting like a refugee who hadn't eaten in eight hundred years.
It was engaging in an unbridled bout of revenge-eating.
But thinking about it, since John's death, it really hadn't fed for a long time.
The suction was domineering to the extreme.
In just a few short seconds...
Elias felt his vision go dark, and waves of dizziness washed through the depths of his mind.
He clearly felt that half of the spirituality in his body had been completely drained!
Cold sweat instantly soaked his back.
One had to realize...
This was while he was currently under the effect of the Moonlight Blessing!
The sacred moonlight was constantly providing him with continuous restoration; as his spirituality was consumed at a violent rate, it was also being slowly replenished by the power of the blessing.
The inflow and outflow were barely maintaining a dangerous equilibrium.
If this were an ordinary Scale One transcendent, or even a normal Scale Two...
Faced with this level of suction...
They would probably have been drained dry by now, becoming a drooling guest at the Landon Asylum.
"Gurgle—"
As it swallowed the massive amount of spirituality, Elias felt a strange movement coming from the stomach in his hand.
Then, it began to writhe violently.
What did this mean?
This was the sign of a stomach starting its work!
Starting to work as soon as it was full?
Was it going to take everything stored inside, including his tactical backpack, and digest them all as rations?!
That wouldn't do!
Using the lightness of the 【Traceless Step】, Elias had just barely steadied himself on the massive shoulder of the mountain of flesh.
The rotten meat beneath his feet was as slimy as mud.
But right now, he couldn't care less about such physical disgust.
Before figuring out just how strong this damn bag's digestive ability was...
He didn't dare gamble.
Elias immediately reached his hand inside.
However, as soon as his hand entered the writhing interior of the stomach...
He felt his fingertips touch a layer of wet liquid.
It really was secreting fluid?
He didn't dare delay, grabbing a force field charm he had stuffed in earlier.
He pulled it out quickly.
However, the expected corrosion and stinging pain did not occur.
The imagined scene of the charm being dissolved didn't happen either.
On the contrary, the moment the viscous "digestive fluid" on the surface of the charm touched the skin of his hand...
The liquid actually seeped into his skin instantly, like water droplets merging into a parched sponge!
A warm sense of fulfillment spread along his blood vessels.
Wait.
Elias was stunned.
This familiar ripple... this seemed to be his own spirituality!
He quickly pressed two fingers together and swiped them across his eyes, activating Spirit Vision.
He looked down at the liquid-stained charm in his hand.
Under his gaze...
The charm, which originally only emitted a faint glimmer, was now radiating circles of rich and dazzling spiritual light.
He could clearly perceive from this faint light...
The energy circuits inside this charm had been completely widened.
Its repulsive power had undergone a qualitative leap compared to before, achieving a massive enhancement!
Standing on the shoulder of the mountain of flesh, Elias was completely dazed.
You can use it like this?!
It absorbs the master's spirituality and then produces high-concentration liquid spirituality inside to nurture and nourish the items stored within?!
So...
This was what John meant when he kept saying, "If it's not fed living things for three days, it will dissolve the items inside"?
Case closed.
Is it possible...
That John, that idiot, had been feeding the Gluttonous Stomach the wrong way the entire time?
This wasn't some evil object that only knew how to eat living things.
This was a damn high-end portable equipment enhancement furnace!
John was a Storm Judge, a man of crude methods.
He thought the stomach was meant for eating meat, so he had always fed it flesh and living creatures.
This resulted in the stomach being in a constant "low-level physiological state" of digesting flesh, thereby secreting corrosive gastric acid to dissolve items.
But just now, he had accidentally fed it spirituality.
This directly activated the deeper "nurturing state" of this containment object!
However...
It was also a stroke of luck.
Elias let out a long breath in his heart.
Fortunately, after getting the stomach, he hadn't jumped to conclusions and fed it dead rats or rotten meat.
Instead, he had let it maintain a state of absolute silence due to the death of its original owner.
Although in that silent, hungry state, the storage space inside the stomach would shrink significantly and become very shriveled...
Even so, it had been more than enough to hold his tactical backpack at the time.
Not like now.
After feeding on his massive spirituality and eating its fill, the stomach hanging at his waist...
Its appearance quickly changed from its previous shriveled state to becoming ruddy and full of vitality.
The most direct change was...
With the replenishment of spirituality, its internal storage space had exploded to five times its previous size!
The tiny space that was originally only one cubic meter had instantly expanded into a spacious five cubic meters.
This was practically a small mobile arsenal.
Since it had such miraculous functions as nourishing items and expanding capacity...
Then that was for the best!
Elias pushed aside his messy thoughts and immediately turned his attention back to the desperate situation before him.
To break the mountain of flesh's Heart of the Storm thunder resistance, he needed lightning!
He quickly sank his consciousness into the stomach and began rummaging through it.
Soon.
He immediately pulled out several special lightning bullets from the tactical backpack he had put in earlier.
Furthermore...
During his high-speed search, he also found a legacy John had hidden in the corner at the bottom of the stomach—
Spell scrolls.
Now these were the real good stuff!
The value of these things could definitely rival the Imprinting Orb Ms. Cecil had given him.
In fact...
During his chat with Old Ed last night, he had just brushed up on the prices of Imprinting Orbs and spell scrolls.
For example, an Imprinting Orb that only held a basic Scale One spell, or a lowest-grade spell scroll...
On the black market fifty years ago, they already commanded a staggering and expensive price of one hundred and fifty gold crowns!
Not to mention those scrolls that were both rare and capable of sealing high-Scale spells.
Those kinds of things were rare finds that money couldn't always buy; ordinary transcendents could hardly even dream of them.
And the price of an Imprinting Orb could be even more expensive.
After all, some high-quality Imprinting Orbs were not one-time products; they could be reused as long as they were recharged.
The price of such strategic materials would only double and redouble.
And right now...
What he had pulled out of the Gluttonous Stomach, John's "inheritance"...
Was several spell scrolls of varying Scale levels, sealed with the faith path of a Storm Judge!
This was the confidence that allowed this Storm Thief to run rampant.
No wonder this guy could steal things from the confidential carriage.
Turns out this fellow was a Squirrel Party!
Hoarding supernatural items like crazy!
Elias couldn't wait and randomly pulled one out.
He tore open the wax seal and unfurled the scroll.
His eyes swept over the complex lightning runes on the surface of the scroll.
It was clearly written in the Velen language:
Scale Four 【Lightning Bolt】.
Holy shit?!
A Golden Legendary!
A miracle from a single pull, folks!
Just then...
The few blooms of Hexfire gradually dissipated.
A violent tremor followed from beneath his feet.
The tattered corpses acting as armor on the mountain of flesh's face began to writhe frantically.
John's shriveled face was revealed once again.
Even if no expression could be seen on the mummified face, Elias could feel its confusion over losing track of his position.
He looked down at the spell scroll in his hand.
Then he glanced at John, who was searching everywhere for him.
The corners of Elias's mouth curled up wildly.
He revealed a malicious smile.
The atmosphere has been built up to this point.
I might as well use your own spell scroll...
To teach you a damn lesson!
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