Chapter 327 – Lightning Shield

The sky gradually darkened as storm clouds gathered, flickering faintly with purple light.

Mo Lan stood outside the shelter, wearing her Multi-layered Magic Armor and mounted on her broomstick.

When full darkness finally fell and the rain began to pour, a card flew out of the Book of Cards and transformed into a blue-violet bowl-shaped shield that settled inverted over her head, protecting everything within a two-to-three-meter radius around her.

As the lightning in the rain-fog intensified, the electrical arcs dancing across the shield’s surface multiplied as well.

Mo Lan stood right there, thunder and lightning crashing overhead, yet not a single bolt struck in her direction.

The lightning within the rain-fog showed no intention of breaching the shield either.

The entire shield seemed to have merged seamlessly with the surrounding thunderstorm.

Mo Lan, protected at its center, was completely unharmed.

It worked!

Mo Lan opened the Book of Cards and examined the card’s face.

{Lightning Shield (Purple Night Grasslands Exclusive) – Magic Card}

【Function: Can simulate the rain-fog environment of Thunder Night, constantly maintaining zero electrical potential difference with the surrounding environment to avoid attracting lightning. Can adjust the shield’s shape and size based on the user’s position and build.】

This card was something Mo Lan had crafted using Earth knowledge combined with water elemental magic and lightning elemental magic.

The water elemental magic simulated the rain-fog in the surrounding environment, while the lightning elemental magic simulated the electrical discharges.

What made Thunder Night so terrifying was that the rain-fog essentially acted as one enormous conductor, with the lightning elemental force brewing in the upper atmosphere serving as the power source.

The moment a person’s body came into contact with even a trace of rain-fog, they became the other terminal of that conductor. Instantly, the massive lightning elemental force would come crashing down in a torrent of electricity—something not even a true Peak level witch could withstand.

Even the Multi-layered Magic Armor Card was of little use against it.

But now, she wasn’t trying to block it at all. Instead, she had created a shield that could simulate the charged rain-fog. The shield became part of the surrounding rain-fog, and even the lightning contained within it was indistinguishable from the environment around it.

With no electrical potential difference, her shield had effectively become part of the “conductor” itself—naturally, no lightning would be drawn to it.

The air inside the shield remained as dry as during the daytime, free of any conductive water vapor, so Mo Lan was perfectly safe.

This was the very definition of “if you can’t beat them, join them!”

After standing in the rainy night for several minutes and confirming the card truly worked, Mo Lan finally took out her broomstick, preparing to press onward through the night and cover more distance.

The moment her feet left the ground, the bowl-shaped shield transformed into a spherical one that completely enveloped both her and the broomstick.

She flew through the black night with the thunderstorm raging around her, yet the surrounding lightning seemed to regard her as invisible.

With the threat of lightning eliminated, Mo Lan finally had the mental energy to appreciate the nighttime scenery of the Greengrass Plains.

And she had to admit—the purple sky really did have a charm all its own.

Every now and then, she could spot wild beasts crouching low against the ground to shelter from the rain. These moments even gave her the chance to pick off a few easy targets.

“Hm? What’s that?”

When Mo Lan reached the middle section of the Greengrass Plains, in an area slightly closer to the core region, she suddenly noticed a cluster of cattle and sheep huddled together in a low depression beneath a grassy slope ahead.

“Since when do cattle herds and sheep flocks stick together?” she wondered, flying closer for a better look. And sure enough—every single one of these cattle and sheep was unconscious!

Moreover, they weren’t huddled together voluntarily. They had been tightly bound together with grass ropes.

Mo Lan thought about it for a moment and immediately understood the reasoning.

The wild beasts on the Greengrass Plains had all been tempered by the lightning nights through natural selection, evolving hides capable of resisting electrical discharge. But dead ones were useless—it took living hide with flowing blood to resist the lightning.

Since dead ones wouldn’t work, someone had knocked the beasts unconscious, tied them together, and piled them on top of themselves as lightning protection.

“Which little witch came up with this genius idea? But of all the places to pick, why choose a hollow?”

The rain during Thunder Night didn’t look particularly heavy, but it could form conductive rain-fog, which meant the water vapor was extremely dense.

By the second half of the night, it was inevitable that rainwater would collect into small streams flowing down into the hollow.

Once the soil moisture in the hollow got too high, it would become conductive too!

Mo Lan descended partway into the hollow and called out using the Amplification Spell: “Is anyone there? Who’s down there?”

The three young witches huddled beneath the cattle and sheep under layers of beast hide perked up their ears.

“The turning point from my prophecy has finally arrived!” Bertha said excitedly. “Quick, let’s get out! We won’t have to be electrocuted in here after all!”

Annie hesitated. “Bertha, are you sure? If we go out and it’s not what you think, our only option will be getting rescued by the Headmistress. And all those supplies we worked so hard to stockpile after coming back from the Green Marsh—they’ll be confiscated.”

“That voice sounds like Senior Moira to me,” Anna said. “Could the turning point be Senior Moira?”

“That’s very likely!” Bertha said. “My prophecies may be hit-or-miss, but I believe this one is right.

When the crisis hit at dusk, my prophecy led us to a temporary solution, and as it turned out, that solution worked.

So the turning point that the prophecy said would save us from danger is surely coming too.

Besides, we don’t really have another choice, do we?

I can already feel the ground getting damp. The rain hasn’t stopped and the thunder hasn’t gotten any quieter. If this keeps up, we won’t last until the thunderstorm passes.”

Annie thought it over and realized Bertha was right. “Then let me go out and check first. I’m in the best shape right now.”

Both Anna and Bertha were injured.

She squeezed her way out, poking her head up from between the tightly packed cattle and sheep. To her surprise, there was no rain-fog, nor the tingling sensation of contact with lightning. She craned her neck upward with effort and found herself looking into a pair of purple eyes.

“Senior Moira!”

All her worries evaporated in an instant. She scrambled out nimbly, quickly untied the grass ropes binding the cattle and sheep, and dug Bertha and Anna out from the pile of livestock.

“Bertha, Anna, it really is Senior Moira!”

Mo Lan looked at the three battered and miserable junior witches. “You didn’t know the proper way to handle nights on the Purple Night Grasslands, yet you managed to hold out this long. I have to give you credit for that.”

“Purple Night Grasslands?” Annie asked, puzzled.

Anna and Bertha were badly injured. Just crawling out from the pile of livestock had taken every ounce of strength they had, and for the moment they could only gasp for breath.

Annie was in slightly better condition, but not by much.

“Let’s treat your wounds first,” Mo Lan said. She drew her Wand and condensed a water blanket on the ground, one meter wide and two meters long.

“Get on. This works the same as Lady Amisha’s Magic Waterbed—just smaller. The three of you should be able to fit if you squeeze together.

The healing effect probably isn’t as good as Lady Amisha’s either, but it should be more than enough to treat your injuries.”

After all her practice with the Magic Waterbed, she had never once needed to use its healing function on herself—she’d only ever used it to restore her energy and stamina.

This was the perfect opportunity to see how well the healing actually worked.

The three young witches settled onto the water blanket and immediately felt that familiar, soothing comfort wash over them. Their taut nerves relaxed all at once, and they nearly fell asleep on the spot.