The spindle-shaped skeleton of the magic core suddenly expanded, and the purple light flowed within, casting a cold hue on the floor of the hall. Then, this behemoth, suspended two meters above the ground, slowly rotated, its brilliance, combined with the flickering light, was no less dazzling than the neon merry-go-rounds of later generations.

However, the skeletons that appeared out of nowhere were telling Roland that magic, to some extent, exceeded the realm of "physics." Despite having no support points, they remained separated but not scattered, as if held by an invisible hand.

"How exactly did the Di Di Ming create these things?" He looked at Pasha. "If you had the necessary materials, could you make a copy?"

"I'm afraid not at present, Your Majesty," Pasha shook her head. "Although I hate to admit it, this race's research into magic far surpasses that of the Union. Celine is already a leading figure in the Exploration Society, and yet in hundreds of years, she has only learned how to operate them."

"Insufficient manpower is also a major issue," Celine turned around. "Analyzing its structure isn't simply about injecting magic—you must simultaneously sense thousands of contact points to roughly see its entirety, and ordinary human skin simply can't do that."

"In other words, to understand it, you must become like you are now?" Tilly asked.

"That's right, a summer insect doesn't know the cold of winter, and a deaf person can't hear the sounds of all things," Celine said with some helplessness. "I can't even describe what I've gained and felt in human language—because there are no similar expressions in the existing vocabulary. So, until now, only Pasha and I can control the magic core."

"Wait... do you mean that the seemingly crude main tendril of the primal carrier is actually very sensitive?" Roland asked in surprise.

"Not just the main tendril, but every tendril is like that," Celine said matter-of-factly. "They can distinguish hot and cold, smell, wet and dry... and the most delicate touches. The main tendril can even directly sense the flow of magic. So, once you transfer to the carrier, you can no longer adapt to your past body. What, are you interested in it?"

"No, I was just asking..." Roland involuntarily averted his gaze. At this crucial moment, it was best not to think about irrelevant things. No matter how sensitive the main tendril was, it was still a powerful weapon of the primal carrier. He remembered Phyllis saying that, in terms of strength alone, the carrier itself was no weaker than a God's Punishment Witch.

However, it was clear from this that there was an almost insurmountable barrier for an ordinary person to study magic—if they couldn't even perceive it, how could they study it? Before reliable observation methods were obtained, this was destined to be a discipline belonging only to a few.

"Core Three has been adjusted to Soul Instrument Mode, and the transfer is about to begin," Celine's voice interrupted his thoughts. With this reminder, Pasha and El暇 inserted the main tendrils into the spindle.

Roland stared wide-eyed, afraid of missing a single detail.

But in fact, there was nothing unusual about the process. Two beams of light emanated from the core, covering the two stone beds below, and the magic within the skeleton quickly surged. After a quarter of an hour, Celine breathed a sigh of relief. "Fortunately, this guy can indeed be captured by the Soul Instrument. Now we just have to wait for it to attach to the God's Punishment Warrior's body."

"Is that it?" He blinked.

"In fact, soul transfer is a process of exchanging keys," Pasha explained. "If you observe through a Colorful Magic Stone, you will see that the light pillar originally belonging to the demon has been drawn into the God's Punishment Army's body."

Before the Ancient Witch could finish speaking, the motionless God's Punishment Warrior suddenly opened his eyes!

The features on his face were twisted into a ball, making him look particularly hideous. Not only did his throat emit strange groans, but his body was also shaking uncontrollably, and his fingers were bent in several directions like withered wood—this bizarre scene made the observing witches involuntarily take a step back.

"That's how it is when you're suddenly stuffed into a foreign body," Zoe said. "Our appearance after the first transformation wasn't much better. If no one helped, we couldn't even eat."

Roland couldn't help but think of a group of *liuwang* witches crawling and rolling in a cold cave... enduring for more than ten years, no matter how you looked at it, they were people of strong will.

"This is also when the demon's thoughts are most chaotic, so next it's up to Ms. Camilla," she looked at the others. "Ask directly if you want to know any information. If there's an answer, I'll repeat its thoughts." Zoe paused. "Also, I have a request."

"Speak," Roland nodded.

"No matter what happens, don't break the telepathic resonance unless I signal to stop," she said, word by word. "Interrogation is the priority."

"This..." The expression on Camilla Dary's face finally changed.

"I understand," without hesitation, Roland quickly agreed—the other party had already realized the situation, and worrying now was just superfluous and underestimated her determination.

"In that case, I'll use my ability now." The chief steward of Sleeping Island gave him a deep look, then raised his hands and placed them on Zoe and the God's Punishment Warrior's shoulders.

Pain immediately appeared on Zoe's face.

Then, as if she couldn't bear it anymore, she roared out—but in an instant, Roland knew that it was the demon who was speaking. The connected minds allowed the demon to let out a roar through her mouth.

"What have you done to me!?" Her voice was somewhat distorted for a moment. "Lowly crawling species, let me go! Otherwise, I'll make this female suffer!"

The witches couldn't help but gasp. "Could it be that Zoe she..."

"This is just intimidation," Anna said calmly. "Look at her fingers."

Only then did everyone notice that the God's Punishment Witch was raising a finger on her right hand, easily waving it back and forth, obviously not controlled.

Roland also guessed the other party's thoughts. Obviously, this method of communication was more direct than a question-and-answer format, leaving the demon less time to think and resist.

"Lowly crawling species?" He sneered. "Then what are you, who lost to us?"

"I... lost?" The demon was stunned, and its voice suddenly lowered. A painful expression reappeared, but Roland couldn't tell whether this pain came from the demon's chaotic thoughts or from Zoe herself.

"That's right, you were almost shot full of holes, and your army was completely wiped out. Half of them died on the spot, and the other half didn't make it back to Taqila alive." But now was not the time to relax, he said, seizing the opportunity. "We also filled in the underground camp, and at the same time, we burned thousands of demons to ashes. So, tell me, who is the inferior species!?"

By the last sentence, his tone had turned into a shout.

"No, that's impossible! Unless, unless..." Zoe's head shook from side to side. After a long while, she raised her head and murmured in a shocked tone, "Could it be that you also snatched a Legacy Fragment, and the race was upgraded? Those weapons... were they also made according to the contents of the Fragment?"

Roland immediately caught the keywords. "Legacy Fragment—what is that? And what does 'upgraded' mean?"