Chapter 229 Spells
If the summoned 'Violet Chicken Wraps' before evolution were like a light rain, then after evolution, they were like a downpour.
After evolution, in addition to the quantity, the range that Finney could summon also increased significantly. Now, he could summon them at will within a 30-meter line of sight.
At this moment, the Asgardian soldiers and Vanaheim civilians around him, even the rebels who were still being held captive, all stared in disbelief at the massive amount of Violet Chicken Wraps that suddenly fell from the sky.
The wooden crates that Thor had brought were large, but at this speed, they were filled to the brim in less than a few minutes.
Hundreds and thousands of 'Violet Chicken Wraps' piled together emitted an enticing aroma, making everyone around swallow hard.
"Is this enough?"
Finney turned to Thor.
Thor was staring blankly at the mountain of 'Violet Chicken Wraps' when he heard Finney's question. He didn't react immediately, asking in confusion, "What?"
"I said, is it enough?"
Finney asked again, speechless.
"It should be enough!"
Although there were many chicken wraps, there were also many injured people, and Thor wasn't sure if it was enough. What he found unbelievable was that this was only what Finney had summoned in the last few minutes.
His original intention was just for Finney to summon a few to help some of the seriously injured, but he hadn't expected such a big 'surprise'.
"Go find a cloth to spread on the ground, I'll summon some more!"
Hearing Thor's uncertain tone, Finney decided to summon more, just in case. Even if they broke or were lost, it wouldn't be a big loss; he could summon 510,000 a day now, so what was there to worry about?
"You can still keep going?"
Thor asked Finney, looking at him blankly.
"Believe me, I can feed all of Asgard by myself right now!"
If it were Earth, Finney wouldn't dare say that. After all, for billions of Earthlings, a day's worth of food isn't much. But in Asgard, he was more confident.
Even though not all Asgardians lived in Asgard, the total number of Asgardians wasn't that large.
So, boasting wasn't a big deal; Thor wouldn't actually ask him to feed them anyway.
Thor was silent for a moment after hearing this, looking again at the mountain of 'Violet Chicken Wraps'. He felt a mix of emotions, and also ashamed of his previous reluctance to ask Finney for more wraps.
Even if there were a hundred more of him, it wouldn't be enough for Finney to eat in a few minutes.
As Finney requested, Thor had several cloths, totaling nearly thirty meters in length and width, laid out on the ground.
Finney began her performance again, but everyone around her was already somewhat numb. Looking at the massive amount of fried chicken rolls, they felt nothing but admiration for Finney.
After summoning for half an hour, a full tens of thousands of fried chicken rolls, Finney finally ended the summoning.
The rich aroma of the fried chicken rolls filled the entire battlefield. Even the newly arrived Asgardian soldiers couldn't help but swallow hard, secretly glancing at the pile of 'Fried Chicken Rolls'.
"Distribute this food to all the wounded!"
Looking at the fried chicken rolls, Thor felt genuine admiration for Finney's 'magic' for the first time, feeling that even his mother couldn't compare to Finney.
"If there are any left over after distributing, you can eat them yourselves!"
Thor also noticed the soldiers swallowing hard, so he added a reminder; there was definitely enough.
After the summoning ended, Finney and Thor rushed to the next battlefield without stopping.
They really didn't stop, because horses were the primary mode of transportation in Vanaheim, which tormented Finney. With such advanced technology, was it so difficult to research faster and more convenient modes of transport?!
Odin might ride a horse, but was it an ordinary horse?!
Not only did that horse have eight legs, but he didn't use it for travel either; he only used it as a mount in battle. He even used the Rainbow Bridge for travel!
Finney mentally ranted, while also considering whether to summon the Blue-Eyes White Dragon to ride there.
However, considering the Blue-Eyes White Dragon's large size and the lack of necessity, he ultimately abandoned the idea.
Fortunately, the next battlefield wasn't too far, and Finney and the others quickly arrived.
Compared to the previous village, which was almost entirely populated by civilians, this battlefield was larger, seemingly a small fortress, and therefore the battle situation was much better.
"They're Asgardians!"
Thor and his soldiers' equipment made them instantly recognizable to both sides. The Vanaheim people were naturally delighted, but the enemy didn't retreat immediately.
After all, Thor had only brought a small squad of soldiers, which didn't seem numerous.
Phineas observed the battlefield. Compared to before, the enemies here were even stranger, a mix of all sorts of bizarre races, but the most conspicuous were a group of stone golems.
They were tall and strong, their bodies composed entirely of bluish-white stone, wielding weapons resembling spiked clubs.
However, what surprised Phineas the most were the Vanaheim people. Besides the normal warriors, a very small number of them were chanting something, and then a flash of purple light would appear on their bodies before they inexplicably collapsed.
"What was that?"
Phineas asked Fandral as he rushed to provide reinforcements.
Following the direction Finney pointed, Fandral explained, "It looks like sorcery, Vanaheim magic. Hogan also knows a healing spell, but he's terrible at it."
Finney was intrigued, but given the current situation, he couldn't just go and investigate. After glancing at the group again, he joined the battle.
Compared to the previous space pirates, this battlefield was far more brutal. These were the true rebels against Asgardian rule.
Finney didn't know the reason for their uprising, nor did he care to know. This was war; once weapons were taken, there was no right or wrong.
Soon, the powerful Finney attracted their attention, and several stone golems were sent to deal with him.
Looking at the stone golems, made of stone and wearing leather armor, Finney curiously examined them.
"Roar!"
But the stone golems weren't particularly curious about Finney. They simply roared and swung their spiked clubs at him.
Finney dodged, the immense force of the impact creating a large crater and sending dust flying.
"Explosion!"
Finney casually unleashed a 'Explosion' spell, but the rock-based body only staggered back a few steps in the fiery explosion, suffering minimal damage.
"Magic resistance!?" Finney was slightly taken aback; this seemed to be the first time he'd encountered such low damage from 'Explosion' magic.
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