Chapter 430: 448 Quite Scary_1
“Roar!”
Angry Tiamat couldn’t even utter a single word. A furious roar erupted from her, and raging flas ignited on her body.
Subsequently, the flas quickly soared into the sky, where they intertwined above Tiamat, forming a huge web of fire.
The strong acid pouring down from Otto’s side vaporized instantly upon touching this fiery web, leaving only a foul sll lingering in the area.
After intercepting Otto’s attack, the flas above Tiamat’s head didn’t disperse but quickly recondensed into a series of blazing and bright fireballs.
Unlike ordinary fireballs, each of these fireballs had a dazzlingly bright point at the center.
What exactly was different about these fireballs compared to ordinary ones would have to be experienced by Otto himself.
Tiamat, now thoroughly enraged by Otto, showed no rcy whatsoever. The densely-packed fireballs ford and didn’t linger in the air for long.
From the dissipation of the firewall to the formation of the concentrated fireballs attacking Otto, only one or two breaths had passed.
Faced with the raging fireball storm, Otto didn’t dare to delay.
Logically speaking, with the double boost of his Red Dragon Bloodline and Magic-Repelling Armor, he should be nearly immune from direct fla damage.
However, it’s essential not to overlook that the caster of these fireballs was none other than Tiamat, the Mother of Evil Dragons from legend.
Just as Otto was unable to withstand legendary-level attacks before stepping into the realm of legend.
Even with Otto’s high magic resistance, he couldn’t say for sure that he was immune to such a divine-powered attack.
Being able to negate most of the damage would already be worth thanking the heavens.
Moreover, Otto didn’t want to face Tiamat’s attack head-on, as he still didn’t know the depth of her power. Doing so would be reckless.
As the fireballs drew closer, Otto’s body suddenly flashed, and he transford into a silver Dragonman.
With a smaller body, he could more easily dodge the dense and unique fireballs all around.
Next, Otto’s comparatively smaller body twisted rapidly in the air, adopting postures that ordinary people couldn’t possibly achieve.
Like a slippery eel, Otto weaved through the fireball storm. When the last fireball grazed his cheek, a subtle smile crept over his face.
It seed he would disappoint Tiamat, for he, Otto, was not a brute who only knew strength.
But Otto’s good mood didn’t last long, as he saw the expression on Tiamat’s face.
Her cold smirk told him that things would not end so simply.
Sensing that danger was imminent, Otto turned his head, only to find the special fireballs he’d dodged earlier hadn’t crashed into the ground below like he’d anticipated.
At this mont, these fireballs abruptly changed direction and adjusted their angles, converging on him from all sides.
anwhile, Tiamat, flying high in the sky, took a deep breath. A thick, wide-ranging, and terrifyingly hot blast of Fan-shaped flas ruthlessly rushed toward Otto.
Suddenly, Otto found himself surrounded by horrifying attacks that could spell doom for ordinary dragons, with no space to dodge.
“Otto, you’ve infuriated completely. It’s too late for regret now!”
As Otto was engulfed in the scorching flas, Tiamat’s roar echoed in his ears.
“Foolish, arrogant Variant Dragon… Go with your Otto and remorse, and turn to ashes in the flas!”
She called Otto a Variant Dragon, which showed that she knew him very well.
At least better than Bahamut, who hadn’t even realized that the Black Dragon who had tarnished his reputation was just a split body of Otto’s.
Otto shook his head slightly and muttered as if talking to himself.
“Quite terrifying, but I’ve never regretted anything in my life.”
With that, Otto’s body transford once more, rapidly changing into a small Cloud Dragon about the size of a Giant Eagle.
He then nimbly navigated through the dense fireballs in front of him.
As the Fla Breath exhaled from Tiamat’s mouth was imnsely powerful and filled with the greatest share of divine power, Otto didn’t want it to touch him carelessly.
Given the choice between facing a fierce tiger or a pack of wolves, Otto felt it safer to confront the relatively weaker pack of wolves.
Although Otto’s movents were agile, the sheer number of fireballs ant he inevitably made contact with so of them.
As soon as he slightly grazed the edges of a fireball, the bright point at the center of that fireball rapidly expanded, encompassing the entire sphere.
Then, an intense explosion!
To Otto’s surprise, these fireballs didn’t produce a deafening sound when exploding, but rather, they were eerily silent.
Not only that, the fireballs seed to devour all surrounding sounds during the explosion, making the area around the explosion eerily quiet.
Soon, Otto noticed that these fireballs were not only devouring sound during the explosion, but everything around them!
Starting from the central point of light, the brightness overtook the entire fireball, which then violently burst apart.
Raging flas surged outward from the center of the fireball, and after expanding a certain distance, they suddenly shrank back.
Then, the flas dragged everything around them, whether it was air, Otto’s touched body, or even space, back to the center.
Once all the flas returned to their origin, the dazzling light scattered from the center point, then suddenly vanished without a trace.
Fireballs, bright points, and everything previously caught in direct contact with the flas had disappeared as if they had never existed in this world.
“This is a bit troubleso…”
While airborne, Otto looked at his damaged dragon wing, his mood heavy.
But soon, even more fireballs approached, and Otto quickly prepared himself, understanding full well that they were not to be trifled with.
Wild, rampant electricity spread rapidly from his body, prematurely detonating a considerable number of fireballs.
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