Volume 4 copy Chapter 9 It’s Safe Now (Part 1)
Before this, I never thought that I would have such a deep fear for my partners who fought alongside me.
A roaring mountain of molten fire rose from the ground under our astonished gaze. The boiling magma with fiery red foam rolled out layers of scorching waves, like the greedy tongue of a giant beast that kept licking, melting every inch of the land in the stream of magma. Although this stream flows very slowly, every time it covers a piece of land, the unstoppable destructive force adds another molten hell to the world. The vampires who are touched by this stream of magma have no room to struggle. At most, they can only make a piercing scream of "squeak" and then turn into ashes. This terrifying burning comes with great momentum, making it impossible for people to resist. The vampire's body becomes completely vulnerable. When their whole body is burned, not even a slight smoke will rise, leaving only a faint smell of burning in the air.
If that were the case, the vampires who were farther from the crater would have a chance to escape the disaster before being swallowed by the magma. But the last little "wind spell" added by Black Aurora completely cut off their chance of survival. The whirlwind was spinning restlessly in the crater, directly drawing a large handful of magma from the core of this fiery hell, and then unscrupulously rolling it up into the air and scattering it everywhere, turning it into a rain of fire that almost covered the entire hall. This beautiful and shining rain was not as graceful and gentle as it looked. On the contrary, this was the most terrifying part of this horrific celestial phenomenon created by magic: the burning and boiling raindrops fell from the sky, completely extinguishing the last glimmer of hope of the vampires struggling to survive. The spacious hall now seemed extremely narrow, without even a place for them to survive. These ugly creatures that relied on human blood for survival were completely exposed to the burning drizzle. They could only struggle in vain, making dying screams, and then were ignited by the rain and turned into wriggling flames.
In this sacred hall dedicated to the god of death, there is perhaps only one place that is insulated from death, and that is beside our fire magician Black Aurora. Neither the lava flowing all over the ground nor the rain of flames waving across the sky have invaded this small space, and we are standing here in amazement, staring at this shocking scene happening before our eyes.
Until the last vampire's scream had faded for a long time, none of us made a sound. Perhaps it was because the change just now was too sudden and too shocking. A huge shock and fear gripped me tightly, making me breathe fast. The companions who witnessed this great change also stared at Black Aurora in disbelief. I guess they were thinking the same as me, wondering why this ordinary mid-level magician in his early thirties would use such a powerful mass destruction spell.
Surprisingly, Black Aurora opened his mouth in shock, his jaw almost dislocated. A line of saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth to the ground, but he was unaware. He looked even worse than us, and seemed to be frightened by his own magic. What's worse, I think he was more frightened than the four of us combined.
"Gee..." He pointed at the charred corpses of vampires on the ground, and then stupidly pointed at himself, his eyes wide open like round gold coins full of suspicion, and he didn't seem to be sure that he did all this. We nodded in astonishment, and he was stunned for a long time like a fool, and finally shrugged his shoulders helplessly, acknowledging that all this was his own doing.
In order to explain to us what just happened, our elven magician took a lot of effort. He used the so-called "Shanghainese" and "Japanese" dialects, interspersed with a lot of "pidgin English" (this is a very helpless statement in the Yangtze River Delta. Although I don't understand what he said, I did hear that the half-orc dialect called "English" used by the two of them is very different), and even more mixed with many gestures like fighting techniques. We pieced together the parts we could understand and finally sorted out what he wanted to express - even so, the understanding we got was still mainly based on speculation.
The story goes something like this: Black Aurora once helped an unknown legendary wizard complete a very difficult task by chance: the wizard conducted a magic experiment with a parrot he raised, and exchanged his soul with the soul of the pet bird. This great soul magic experiment had a small mistake - before the soul exchange, the great and wise wizard forgot to open the parrot's cage door, so after he turned into a parrot, he could not get the prepared magic potion to turn back to his original state. In this way, he spent his entire life to come up with a brilliant way to lock himself in a cage, which was as brilliant as a free and happy bachelor who suddenly got excited and chose to get married.
Black Aurora happened to find the magician's remote hut during an adventurous journey, and most importantly, helped him open the cage door. Note that I said this is a "difficult" task. The most difficult part is that you have to patiently listen to the noise of a loud parrot and actually believe it - how naive a person must be to believe such nonsense.
Regardless of how stupid this whole thing was, the end result was that Black Aurora completed the magician's mission and received his reward. His reward was: the ability to use a level 100 magic spell when his level was insufficient, which is what we saw as "burning the city with fire".
For our elven magician partner, it is simply a pipe dream to cast this super magic skill under normal circumstances. To do this, a long list of impossible conditions must be met, such as: it takes twenty times the time that this spell originally takes - such a long casting time is enough for a weak magician to die and come back to life more than ten times; any attack or action during the casting will interrupt the spell - that is, he must release this spell at a non-existent target at a distance beyond visual range to be truly safe; and the most outrageous restriction is that if the level is insufficient, it will consume 120% of the maximum magic value of the magician's own mana - unless the magician is full of mana, he will not be able to produce the extra 20% of magic value anyway; and if he takes magic potions during the casting process, the entire casting process will be interrupted.
The above harsh restrictions mean that our magician has never seen the most powerful magic he has mastered. You can imagine how frustrated he is. I guess it's similar to constipation: the feeling of having something in your stomach but not being able to squeeze it out is terrible.
But this time, by chance, we had a shaman like Krado, who happened to use the "Soul Totem" that could restore magic power, and successfully made up for the magic points that Black Aurora lacked without interrupting his spell. Once Black Aurora's long-accumulated magic fire found a channel to vent, it immediately burst out and turned the situation around when we were on the verge of collapse, completing such an earth-shaking reversal.
No matter how big the discrepancy between our guess and the actual situation is, we are still alive and have upgraded. This indisputable wonderful reality is enough for us to sigh. While lamenting the impermanence of the world and the unpredictable fate, we hurriedly restored our combat status and prepared for the next battle - since this is the hiding place of the vampire leader, we should encounter more than just a group of barons and viscounts.
I held the sword in my hand, my eyes sparkling, and looked at the empty Death Hall vigilantly, guarding against the danger that might appear at any time. But even though I stared until I saw double, the expected attack did not come. Longbow Shooting Sun was having a lot of fun - he was always looking for rats and bugs that sprang out from every corner of the pile of corpses, knocking them to the ground one by one with his staff, while shouting "Eliminate the four pests, leaving no one behind", ruthlessly pouring out his overly unrestrained passion for killing towards these weak insects.
In the end, it was the Yangtze River Delta that ended this blind wait that wasted his emotions. The Orc Wanderer found a handle in the mouth of a statue of the messenger of death. He suddenly had an idea and grabbed the handle and pulled it hard, immediately pulling out an iron chain from the mouth of the statue. As he continued to pull, a stone wall slowly moved upwards under the huge statue of the god of death, making a stagnant and heavy friction sound. When he finally pinned the handle on an iron ring in the corner of the wall, the stone gate finally opened completely, revealing a hidden circular secret room.
