Chapter 72: Chapter 72 Four Circle Magic—Stone Shield
If the residents of Dawn City had looked up at the sky at that mont, they would have surely thought they were witnessing a divine miracle.
Above the sky, Lide, with his massive bat wings, appeared as a world-ending deity descending under the cool moonlight.
In his hands, within just a few seconds’ ti, over twenty fist-sized fireballs materialized.
The fireballs plumted like falling stars, crashing down from the sky at a velocity of 120 blades per second.
The Small Fireball, which required 0.2 seconds to cast, had ford a continuous line from the sky to the ground in his hands.
A scorching and vicious dance of fireballs.
Bang bang bang~
The fireballs rained down upon the ground.
Emi, relying on shadows to evade, was instantly blasted out of hiding.
A house would be engulfed by fireballs in less than a second, and he would even be too late to shift to the shadow of the next house before being forced out again by the exploding fireballs from the sky.
The shock Emi felt at that mont was ten thousand tis greater than the physical trauma inflicted by the Fireball Technique.
He could feel that the ground-shattering fireballs were the very familiar Small Fireball Skill.
But why was this Small Fireball Skill so different from his?
What the hell is this??
Is this the Small Fireball Skill? Since when did the notoriously powerful but slow Small Fireball Skill beco so violent??
Although he was gravely injured, he could still unleash over twenty spells.
But he didn’t dare to stop casting.
Because if he dared to stop, he would undoubtedly be overwheld by the relentless Small Fireballs.
The terrifying number and exaggerated trajectory speed left him with no chance to complete his casting.
Run, frantic escape.
Using shadows, Emi exerted more effort than he ever had in his life, even more than when he was being pursued by the Knight Temple.
Lide soared through the sky with his enormous wings spread, his sharp gaze scanning like an eagle eyeing its prey.
The fireballs in his hand sprayed wildly like a raging Gatling gun, sweeping over everything within his sight.
Maintaining the extre pressure of proximity.
Bang bang bang~
Houses that were touched by the exceedingly hot fireballs were instantly ignited and explosions were constant.
Emi, a Shadow Priest of Original Level 14 and a blaspher wanted by the temple, was completely powerless under Lide’s terrifying spellcasting.
The mont he dared to stop, he would be greeted by a dense barrage of fireballs.
Moreover, the most important thing was that Mages need to maintain a relatively stable state during the casting process.
To complete casting while under another’s Magic Attack requires extrely high ntal stability and tenacity. The original Emi could barely manage it, but now injured, he could only cast in a tranquil environnt.
If he dared to cast spells while enduring Lide’s fireballs forcefully, the backlash from the disrupted Magic Power could send this severely injured fellow to et the Undead.
Lide did not skimp on Magic Power, and ever since he learned about the effects of Magic Blood, he always carried 3 bottles of it.
The first thing he did tonight upon returning to Dawn City was to replenish all three bottles of Magic Blood.
Magic Blood
Upon drinking, imdiately restores 50 Magic Power points.
Bloodline consumption boosts body recovery speed by 1000%, capable of self-healing injuries.
Explanation: Holy Object bathed in Bloodline’s blood, filled with incredible energy.
Lide, possessing the Talent Specialization of Magic Affinity, had a magic recovery rate of 0.5 per second during the dayti. At night, the Bloodline received a significant boost, increasing the Magic Power recovery speed to 1 point per second.
The effect of Magic Blood on Bloodline was even more terrifying, enhancing recovery by tenfold. After drinking Magic Blood, his Magic Power recovery rate reached an exaggerated 10 points per second, and this lasted for 20 minutes.
With three bottles of Magic Blood on him, Lide could continue to relentlessly suppress his opponent with overwhelming firepower as long as he managed his consumption a bit.
He almost pushed the improved Small Fireball Skill to its limit.
The ultra-speed trajectory of 120 blades per second, the super-low consumption of 3 Magic Power points, and the Extre Spellcasting of 0.2 seconds.
Combined with the nearly inexhaustible Magic Power after drinking the Magic Blood.
At this mont, Emi was deeply struck.
It was not just physically but also ntally.
If possible, he would never co to this damned city again in his life.
At the beginning, Emi managed to flee by making use of the shadows, but as the destruction of houses increased, his escape routes beca fewer and the injuries on his body grew ever more severe.
With a face full of anger and fear, he glanced back at the sky, at the flapping bat wings of the Vampire, and roughly estimated that in less than ten minutes, this damned Vampire had unleashed a thousand fireballs.
By the shadow god above, he must have angered the Goddess of Calamity and been cursed by her.
Why had he encountered such a monster?
A thousand fireballs! Even if it was just the Small Fireball Skill, how massive must their magic power be? How terrifying was the strength of this Vampire?
In midair, under the moonlight and reflected by the flas on the ground, Lide’s handso face cast a trendous psychological shadow over Emi at this mont.
A feeling of being utterly vanquished made it hard for him to breathe.
Clang!
Just as he slowed his pace for an instant, two fist-sized fireballs struck his Mage Shield, the sparks scattering and heating the air around him, causing the Mage Shield to wobble as if it were about to shatter.
Emi knew that after being hit by the Small Fireball, if he didn’t move imdiately he would be bombarded by dozens more.
Two minutes ago, he had tried to stand firm and cast spells in retaliation against the small fireballs, but the terrifying frequency of the opponent’s attacks had resulted in a significant loss. If he hadn’t decisively given up on casting, he would have already been piled to death by fireballs two minutes earlier.
This could not go on.
The Lide hovering in the sky made Emi feel a great threat to his life; he sensed that if this continued, maybe in one minute, or two, as soon as the opponent found an opportunity, he would be overwheld by the exaggerated number of fireballs.
Furious, Emi glanced at Lide and, clenching his teeth, he pulled out a Magic Scroll etched with a dense Magic Array from his waistband.
A few pangs of heartache and reluctance crossed his eyes, but still, he tore up the scroll.
Whoosh!
The black market used to be the largest slum in the Underground City, where people from the bottom rung gathered and cri grew rampant. Over ti, it evolved into today’s black market, a paradise for criminals.
Xu Mo approached the black market, seeing rows of dilapidated houses, crowded streets, dense crowds, trash everywhere, and a terrible environnt.
The assailant had already walked into the crowded area. Xu Mo had locked his perception on him and followed along the path ahead.
“Hey, handso, want to have so fun?” A scantily clad, sexy woman puffed smoke at Xu Mo as he passed by. Xu Mo ignored her and walked on, but she reached out and tried to drag him into a nearby small house. Xu Mo’s body, however, didn’t budge.
He glanced at the thick foundation on her face and asked, “Auntie, are you paying ?”
“You…,” the woman’s face changed, and Xu Mo directly shook off her hand and continued forward. He encountered several such situations along the way.
“Soone’s following.”
Xu Mo quickly realized soone was tailing him. In fact, there were two people. They had been following him since he entered the black market and were clearly targeting him now.
“Thirty ters,” Xu Mo calculated the distance.
“It’s a fresh face,” one man whispered.
“So young, his organs should fetch a good price,” the other responded, gripping a dagger as he sped up, closing in on Xu Mo. When they were about ten ters away, both put on masks.
“Five ters!”
Xu Mo estimated the distance, spreading his perception to be fully aware of his surroundings.
The two n quickened their pace, daggers already drawn. Xu Mo also accelerated and turned into an alley on his left.
The two realized they were discovered and ran to follow.
Once in the alley, Xu Mo saw another right turn halfway through. After turning, he stopped and turned around. This alley could only accommodate one person at a ti.
The follower erged, spotting Xu Mo standing face-to-face. Before he could react, Xu Mo pressed his left arm against the man’s head, smashing it against the wall. His right hand grabbed the hand holding the dagger and drove it into the man’s throat. The imnse power rendered the man incapable of resisting, the dagger piercing his own throat.
Behind the mask, the man’s eyes bulged wide, seemingly unable to comprehend how he had died.
The second man halted, witnessing it all in an instant. Realizing he was outmatched, he turned and fled.
Xu Mo pulled the dagger from the man’s throat and hurled it at the fleeing figure. With a precise sound, it pierced the man’s neck, his body collapsing to the ground.
Xu Mo crouched, took the mask off the fallen man, and wore it himself. He pocketed the cash he found, then exited the alley.
He had lost the target. His perception had a limited range, and this delay allowed the fugitive to escape.
But Xu Mo didn’t leave. He quickened his pace, the earlier kills giving him a better understanding of his own strength. Powerful brain calculations allowed him to execute his actions clearly, and his body coordination was remarkably strong. Even without practice, his thrown dagger was highly accurate. This made him more acutely aware of his body’s current changes.
As for killing the organ traffickers, Xu Mo felt no guilt. On his first day in this world, he understood the survival laws of the underworld.
As Xu Mo walked, he morized the black market’s layout, familiarizing himself with the areas he traversed, better safe than sorry.
“Need Genetic Evolution Liquid?” A middle-aged man approached Xu Mo and whispered.
“Genetic Evolution Liquid?” It was the first ti Xu Mo had heard the term. This world actually had such a thing?
He didn’t stop, brushing past the man, continuing onward. Selling Genetic Evolution Liquid on the streets of the black market seed like shouting martial arts secrets in a past life.
As Xu Mo moved deeper into the black market, he noticed the crowd converging towards a single destination. He followed, soon spotting an iron door. He glanced inside, seeing burly guards ard and patrolling both inside and outside.
Inside, chaotic noises reached Xu Mo’s ears: the roar of crowds and heavy tal music.
“A casino?” Xu Mo observed for a mont before walking in. The dim iron door led to a packed space. Xu Mo squeezed in with the flow of people, the cacophony bombarding his ears.
Xu Mo passed through the iron doors and found himself in a vast space, with alternating light and dark flashing overhead. Five floors crowded with people gathered around various gambling tables.
Xu Mo walked slowly, taking in the surroundings. Many surveillance caras and nurous patrolling guards monitored key areas.
The noise, curses, and heavy tal music mixed chaotically, making Xu Mo’s head throb. He didn’t like the scene but maintained his perception.
“There.” Xu Mo found the person he was looking for, who he had previously lost track of.
Locking on his target, Xu Mo closed in slowly. The person gambled at a table twice before heading deeper into the casino. Xu Mo blended into the crowd, remaining inconspicuous.
As he passed a gambling table, he used his ‘special’ ability to glance at the cards, seeing through the bottom cards. However, the material of the dice cups varied at different tables, with so cups being opaque to his sight.
“What’s that?” Continuing inward, Xu Mo noticed a densely packed area. The heavy tal music was deafening, lights swung dynamically overhead. It was far more lively than the gambling tables.
Xu Mo perceived the scene there. It was a fighting arena surrounded by people. He saw his target enter a side corridor, destination unknown.
Xu Mo squeezed into the crowd, using his spiritual power continuously. He noticed fatigue creeping in. His lean body and strong strength allowed him to easily push to the front.
Being at the front of the arena, his view was still obstructed. The upper floors offered better views, especially the fifth floor, with closed rooms likely reserved for ‘important figures.’
In the fighting arena, two figures appeared. One was burly, bald, and shirtless, with solid muscular lines exuding power. He held a shield in his left hand and a heavy ax in his right.
In contrast, the opponent was slimr, had a buzz cut, a long face, and wore a white ghost mask. He was unard.
The deafening cheers even drowned the blaring heavy tal music. Everyone was excited, roaring at the fighters.
“Begin!” With the signal from above, the burly fighter charged at Bai Gui. At the sa ti, Bai Gui moved, his arm extending and transforming into extrely sharp tal blades.
“Screech…” Sharp tal spikes shot from his arm, aid directly at the opponent’s eyes.
“chanical arm!”
Xu Mo’s heart jolted at the sight. The original owner knew too little about this world; he needed to see for himself.
The scene before him resembled a sci-fi movie. The chanical arm turned into blades, shooting out. The opponent raised his shield to block, but the sharp objects, like tentacles, clung to the shield’s edges. Bai Gui’s body used the montum to spring towards the burly fighter.
A loud roar erupted as the burly fighter’s ax swung at the chanical arm. The imnse power was so violent it made the surrounding audience scream wildly in excitent. Xu Mo felt his ears might burst.
The chanical arm’s tentacles imdiately released, the ax slicing through the air. Bai Gui’s charging figure didn’t stop, both arms extending into sharp claws, both arms chanical.
The burly fighter lunged, using his montum to smash the shield forward, the power imnse.
“Boom…” A loud collision sent Bai Gui flying, his chanical arms twisted, showing the imnse force.
“Kill him.”
“Kill him…” Wild roars mixed with heavy tal music made the blood surge.
“So crazy,” Xu Mo glanced around, not expecting the underworld’s fighting to be so intense. Was it because normal life was too repressive?
It seed strength was highly valued in the underworld.
And, could the fight end with a death?
“You must be unaware, what’s called the real ‘Fireball Gatling.’
You dare to scorn the Bloodline with a single Four Circle Magic?”
Naive.
Once again, the replenished magic power was infused into the Small Fireball Magic Model.
It was a pity there was no rattling chanical sound; otherwise, the scene would have been truly sensational.
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