Chapter 182 An Uphill Battle
The scene before him was very much like the arcade gas from his previous life.
Except now he was the one playing the part of the villainous Boss.
His three Lava Shields were two ters tall, one ter wide, half a ter thick and made of countless molten rocks that still burned with patchy flas. Red-hot lava was still dripping out of the gaps between the stones.
The spellbreaker knights that leapt in succession were all swinging the runic sword in their hands with all their might. Knight battle techniques rained blows of varying colors, crashing onto the Lava Shield and whistling through the air as they did so, shattering the magma, causing lava to splash everywhere.
The spellbreaker knights could only dash past Greem and try to hit the Fla Fiend with their most destructive attacks at the mont his back was to them. This was because there weren’t many ice crystal shards left around Greem’s Fla Fiend body that could be used as a foothold.
Greem, on the other hand, had turned into a an ungainly giant. He used the Lava Shield to block enemy attacks, while savagely attacking the weak opponents before him; with his fearso hand shrouded in blistering flas, with his five-ter long fla whip ford from concentrated fla Elentium, and with fire spells that radiated terrifying Elentium flux.
So spellbreaker knights were able to bend their bodies or leap to dodge Greem’s terrifying attacks with their agile bodies. But there were always so who failed to dodge. Faced with a whip that was cutting through the sky, they could only cower and maximize their shields to mitigate the opponent’s attack.
Faced with Greem’s Strength of 20 points from the Fla Fiend Transformation, the spellbreaker knights’ pitiful average of 14 Strength was not even worth looking at.. They only had to have minimal contact with the whip, and they would turn into Angry Birds, blown away far off into the sky.
But the most troubleso attacks from Greem weren’t his slightly clumsy physical blows, but the Ring of Fire that was everywhere.
Greem, who had a Fla Body and had transford part of his body into Elentium, successfully mastered the Ring of Fire once he advanced to a fla adept. This was a domain-type fire spell!
When Greem bellowed and activated the Ring of Fire, a light red Elentium barrier shaped like a sphere enveloped a hundred square ters area around him. Everything in this area started burning!
The ground was burning, the grass and the trees were burning, even the sky was burning......
Everyone that entered Greem’s Ring of Fire had to endure a astounding 13 points of fire damage every second. This level of energy damage was equal to a single offensive spell he activated back when he was a beginner-apprentice!
There was a lava pool below, and Greem with his vicious attacks from above, along with the continuous fire damage they had to endure every second......
Only the spellbreaker knights, that had so elental resistance, were able to endure such devastating battle conditions. If it had been a witcher-knight, they wouldn’t even need to be attacked by Greem; just the elental damage within the Ring of Fire was enough to reduce most of them to ashes.
The spellbreaker knights had fought with adept-level casters countless tis, across several centuries’ history of exterminating heretics. But if one wanted to discuss the difficulty or mysteriousness of a fight, the terrifying fla humanoid before them could easily outclass ten normal heretics added together.
The spellbreaker knights rode on their magic colts, leaping on the bobbing ice crystal shards and slashing at Greem’s Lava Shield with various angles every so often. In the blink of an eye, two of the three shields had been destroyed. Even the only one left was badly damaged and couldn’t hold up for much longer.
On the other hand, two of the nine spellbreaker knights had been hit by Greem’s lee attacks, and were sent flying out of the lava pool, screaming in pain. The magic colts under them also fell into the lava.
The lava pool below Greem looked like a dark red patch. It wasn’t very flashy, but everything in the pool was terrifying half-molten magma. The mont the magic colts fell in, oily black smoke started rising from their hair, skin, blood, and flesh. Their skin and flesh sizzled as they burned, a sound so terrible no one could bear hearing.
The colts had no ti to even whinny in pain, and had already been devoured by the roiling magma, leaving only a cluster of bubbles on the surface of the viscous dark red liquid.
There were a sizeable number of witcher-knights at the shore, enduring the fla damage from the Ring of Fire, shooting ice arrows into the lava pool with all their might to create ice crystal footholds for the spellbreaker knights. After shooting three to four waves of arrows, they had no choice but to swiftly retreat out of the area covered by the scarlet barrier. But just those short ten seconds inside the barrier had already caused all of their exposed skin to be covered with horrifying blisters. Even slightly touching those blisters sent pain straight to the heart.
They suffered so much even though they were only on the edge of the barrier; the spellbreaker knights surrounding Greem and enduring his attacks had to endure ten tis the punishnt that they did.
The two spellbreaker knights that were blown out of the battle were indeed courageous n. Imdiately, they got fresh mounts from their witcher-knight subordinates and imdiately charged back into the lava field.
Since the start of the battle, Greem had only suffered inconsequential and insignificant injuries, having used the many protective layers of defensive fire spells. Now that most of his defensive spells were about to be broken, he finally started to retreat and swap positions with the Fire Lord.
This was actually a very common sight in fights between casters and close-ranged lee fighters!
With the protection of defensive spells, casters could bring about intense elental damage to their opponents without suffering even a single bit of damage, as if they were the mightiest beings alive. But the mont their defenses were broken, they would almost certainly be killed in a flash by their opponents if they chose to continue engaging the opponents at a close range.
So the mont things were turning sour, Greem threw out two Fla Shockwaves, blasting back the spellbreaker knights around him. Then, he retreated with large strides, trying to get to the center of the lava pool.
However, Ninther had been waiting for an opportunity and would never let him escape at this critical juncture. Once more, he drove his magic colt forward, leaping from shard to shard and finally jumping towards Greem.
Greem laughed twice, grimly and chillingly. He waved the Fire Lord’s Scepter in his left hand several tis, and four lava pillars rose from the lava pool in one go, sealing Ninther’s path forward.
But it seed as if Ninther had given up on any thoughts of retreat. He was not forced backwards. Instead, he stepped on top of his magic colt and leapt from it with a shout, amazingly leaping over the lava pillars that were blazing into the sky.
He was able to leap over, but his magic colt could not do the sa.
Thus, following pained and tragic whinnies and howls, the magic colt crashed straight into a lava pillar, its entire body quickly engulfed by the bone-lting lava. The colt’s whinnies stopped. Only so hair, flesh, and charred bones scattered about the black smoke and cluster of fla, before finally settling down and sinking into the lava pool below.
In an instant, even this last shred of the colt’s existence had vanished!
Greem had no ti to pay attention to the valiant way in which the colt died. All of his attention had been drawn by the shape that was leaping across.
What was it, did Ninther want to duel him one-on-one? The hero against the demon king?
Greem halted his retreat. His empty right hand instantly turned into a terrifying large hand, shrouded in onyx smoke and intense flas, and grabbed towards towards the flying Ninther.
Ninther might be able to resist the Ring of Fire’s damage with his body’s magic resistance, but the overbearing heat from Greem’s body went up to three thousand degrees. If it was converted to fire elentium damage, it would go up to 110 points. Let’s not talk about a human. Even a tal pillar would turn to putty in three seconds if it was gripped tightly by Greem’s fla hand.
But before the large hand could close its grip, a flashing cerulean blade sliced through the palm and cut Greem on his broad chest that was bereft of elental protection.
Greem jerked his head back and let out a pained roar that rang throughout the woods.
"I’ll kill you, Ninther!"
Ninther, who had activated his Evil-Killing Slash at a close distance, should theoretically have fallen into the lava pool at this point. But he had already prepared for a situation like that and suddenly threw out an odd flying tal claw, which attached itself to Greem’s arm. With a slight jerk of the rope, he leapt towards the sky once more.
Greem loudly roared as his two hands smashed against his own chest. The flas from inside the Fla Fiend’s body followed the cracks on the surface of its body and blasted through in terrifying streams of fla.
These kinds of indiscriminate radial attacks were the scariest!
The spellbreaker knights were adept at trading blow-for-blow, as well as using their concentrated knight battle techniques to shatter their opponent’s single-target elental attacks. However, when faced with this kind of unreasonable and indiscriminate attack, their expressions would sour as they could only hide their bodies behind the energy shield, that covered an area of one square ter, and resist this wave of flas.
Even with Ninther’s rich battle experience and skillful fighting techniques, he could only endure the attacks of his enemy at this mont.
Boom. A muffled blast rang out.
Ninther was like a tiny boat thrown about in a violent storm’s surging waves as he was blasted far away by the ferocious shockwave and streaming flas. The tal claw that connected him to Greem didn’t even lasted two seconds. Already, it had turned into a pool of red hot slag, blown and scattered all over the place.
Ninther was blown twenty ters away. It almost seed like he would fall into the edge of the lava pool, but already a swift spellbreaker knight had already driven his horse close, skimming the lava’s surface as he caught Ninther and successfully bringing him back to their side.
Greem lood at the center of the lava pool. He raised his left hand and looked at the wide gash on his chest. He could a feel an intense pain that pierced his heart.
After his Fla Fiend Transformation, this elental body was mostly filled with molten rock and swirling magma; yet it was also filled with potent fla energy that had been steeped in Greem’s will and Spirit.
At this mont, that fla energy was an extension of Greem’s consciousness, and the places where the fla energy extended to was Greem’s body. Thus, even though it was burning lava that bled out of the large hand and chest wounds that Ninther caused, the one that was hurting was still his consciousness that was suffused throughout this form.
Greem plunged his left hand into the lava pool below him. After a short while he removed it, and this badly wounded left hand was as good as new again. Once more, he bent his body to scoop up plenty of lava and spread it on his chest. His injury there healed instantly as well.
The unexpected injury triggered Greem’s rage. He roared loudly as he launched a new wave of attacks!
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