"Let’s give it a try, my magic techniques after breaking through to Tier Five." While pressing a finger on the center of "Capella’s" forehead, Andrew thought to himself.
Yes, magic techniques.
Though after breaking through to Tier Five, Whole Power is integrated within the body through the ’Magic Turbine,’ causing one’s power to surge explosively, resulting in an over-the-shoulder throw that doesn’t resemble a Magic Professional.
But it doesn’t an that I, as a Magic Lord, am now more inclined towards a Warrior than a Magic Professional.
On the contrary, the ultimate purpose of a stronger body is still for better casting!
Simply put—
"These traditional mages of the Fla Realm, after breaking through to Tier Five, condense the ’Magic Turbine,’ and upon reaching Tier Six, condense the ’Lifebound Magic Staff.’ Once the staff is ford, the magic power amplified by the staff undergoes a qualitative transformation.
As for , perhaps when I reach Tier Six in the future, I won’t even condense a Lifebound Magic Staff. Or rather, my strengthened body is my staff.
The Water Magic Lord’s body may be the strongest Lifebound Magic Staff in this world!"
Of course, this is just Andrew’s current speculation.
But Andrew has reasons to believe this speculation is likely to be correct.
Because at the instant the center of "Capella’s" forehead was touched, dozens of Water Elent magic ranging from Tier One to Tier Five were mobilized by Andrew from the ’Water God Mark.’
These magics transford into visibly discernible magic inscriptions, clearly appearing on Andrew’s skin, then following Andrew’s movents, flowed towards his fingertip.
No traditional Tier Five mage can instantly mobilize so much magic, because they simply can’t bear it, forcibly casting would only result in magic backlash.
Andrew not only mobilized them but also further enhanced the power of every magic as they flowed through and released from his body.
And enhancing magic power, isn’t that the essential function of a magic staff?
Dozens of traditional water magics were fused by Andrew into a brand new Lord Magic, finally released through the fingertip with the style of ’Counterattack Technique’—
Swish!
Behind Andrew, the black Single Finger Dragon Shadow abruptly stopped in its tracks, ceasing to move.
The ax and spear tip ford by the dragon shadow’s single finger halted just behind Andrew’s neck, almost touching Andrew’s skin, but ultimately did not fall.
The movent of the black dragon shadow was abruptly stalled.
The previously slowed ti, due to the dragon shadow’s Locking Power, seed to start flowing again in this world frozen in space!
"Did it... did it block it?" Those outside, like Havier, watched with their hearts in their throats.
Charlie, however, kept a firm gaze on the situation in the field: "No, more accurately, it shouldn’t be said that it blocked it, Andrew actually did not defend."
Andrew indeed did not defend.
Using dozens of traditional water magics as raw materials, the newly condensed Lord Magic was not ant to block the dragon shadow behind.
Rather, it completely targeted the obviously strong non-human entity possessing Capella in front.
This magic has no na, but its effect is extrely powerful: to expel the suspected non-human will of the Dragon Race clinging to Capella from her body!
Because ultimately, all the movents of the Single Finger Dragon Shadow stem from Capella, from the non-human will attached within Capella!
The majority of those present only noticed the stop in the dragon shadow’s movent.
Only a few top-tier individuals like the female assassin, Catherine, Charlie, and the Fla Turtle saw: Within Capella’s eyes, previously filled only with non-human greed, cruelty, and indifference, a fleeting glimpse of emotion genuinely belonging to Capella herself appeared after Andrew touched her forehead.
That emotion was not anxiety, nor was it distraction.
It wasn’t the arrogance when Capella claid she could fight two by herself, nor the sorrow after Yorkshire’s death.
But a strong sense of helplessness.
And a plea for help.
Upon seeing that fleeting emotion of helplessness and plea for help, Charlie’s heart suddenly jolted: "So this First Saintess indeed is highly resistant to the power of the new Dragon Transformation Combat Technique, isn’t she? To her, this power has passed beyond a re annoyance and reached a level that requires seeking help?!"
Charlie couldn’t help but look at the Fla Turtle across from him, seeing a slight twitch in its face and an extrely complicated expression.
Clearly, regarding Capella’s situation, the Fla Turtle as a fellow Fla Warrior knows. Unlike the uninford Yorkshire.
But for so reason, knowing Capella’s issue, he chose to ignore it.
Looking at such a Fla Turtle, Charlie felt a strong indignation: As an elder, how can one be so heartless?
Yet soon Charlie reflected: Not long ago on the airship to the Royal Court, when following the Chairman’s orders to hand the risky ’Dragon Awakening Potion’ over to Andrew, perhaps his actions were just the sa as the Fla Turtle’s, indifferent.
"Wait, wait a mont..."
Suddenly a flash crossed Charlie’s mind, "The Dragon Awakening Potion, stemming from the Magic Guild’s ’Blood Refining Plan,’ is not our own from the Warm Fire Comrce Association. Perhaps, the Dragon Awakening Potion is essentially related to this Capella’s troubling new Dragon Transformation Combat Technique, sharing the sa origin?"
Thinking this, Charlie once again looked at the field, this ti fixating on Andrew.
He wanted Andrew to seize the battle opportunity to glean more intelligence.
Because this is truly a once-in-a-lifeti opportunity!
This battle, now, is no longer just a simple negotiation trial.
Through this battle, perhaps more can be gained!
"Andrew, while ensuring victory, try to do a bit more—"
Dean Charlie shouted halfway, suddenly seeming to see sothing, and abruptly stopped, his face turning pale.
Andrew was still pinned on top of Capella.
Yet his finger no longer pointed at the center of Capella’s brow.
The helplessness and plea in Capella’s eyes only erged for a fleeting mont before being replaced by that cold and greedy will.
"Oh, why are you in such a hurry to drive away?"
"Capella" smiled at Andrew, sensed the magic power Andrew just exerted, but was not angry. Instead, it clicked its tongue and said, "Aren’t you curious? Don’t you want to know who I really am? You must want to know! If you do, keep fighting ."
It paused briefly and then grinned as it continued, "Or, you could obediently let consu you, beco a part of , and naturally, you’ll know everything about ."
With its words, Andrew felt a sharp pain in his abdon.
Looking down, he saw an unknown hand silently lift up at so point, piercing through his abdon from below.
This was truly a terrifying opponent.
As Andrew tried to expel its will with his magic power, it reversed the intrusion along Andrew’s magic power, invading his body, entering his mind, causing a montary daze, and seizing the opportunity to pierce through Andrew’s abdon.
This tactic didn’t seem impressive on the surface, but it was this silent and invisible thod that was the most terrifying and lethal.
The cold wind resud its speed.
The flow of ti and space at the scene also returned to normal.
Even the Single Finger Dragon Shadow was slowly dissipating.
Yet all eyes focused on Andrew, with a pierced abdon, couldn’t help but harbor a thought: Is this the end? Will the third negotiation match conclude this way?
"Cough..."
A painful cough was heard.
Andrew coughed up a small mouthful of blood tinged with black Fire of Extinguishing.
His eyebrows uncontrollably furrowed, unable to hide the pain.
But at this mont, the corners of Andrew’s mouth turned upward.
Like Dean Charlie, Andrew felt this battle was extrely important, as it could be an opportunity to gather more intelligence.
But unlike Dean Charlie, Andrew didn’t see Capella as an enemy, especially after catching that glimr of plea in their eyes. Andrew imdiately decided to respond adequately to the plea.
So how could he gather intelligence while rescuing Capella from the shadow of that unknown will?
These two tasks seed fundantally contradictory.
To continue gathering intelligence, he would need to keep fighting.
However, to continue fighting essentially ant to battle that unknown will, using Capella’s body and mind as the battlefield, which undoubtedly would hurt Capella.
In response, Andrew thought of a very simple solution—
First, use magic power to try and expel that will, provoking the opponent.
Then deliberately let the opponent’s counterattack hit him.
And then it ca down to the important part.
While being hit, Andrew fully activated the "Magic Turbine," using his power to envelop the opponent’s invading force.
Essentially, he "consud" the opponent’s power in reverse!
You kept saying you wanted to consu ?
Then I’ll... consu you first!
After consuming a portion of the opponent’s power, he could slowly study it afterward.
He could freely expel the opponent’s will, rescuing Capella while not hindering intelligence gathering!
"You... you, why are you smiling?"
"Capella" was visibly stunned by Andrew’s smile. It had lived for so many years, devouring so many human and non-human beings, it was the first ti seeing soone like Andrew, who could genuinely smile when facing death. Could there really be people in this world who enjoy being devoured, being eaten?
Andrew’s smile grew even broader: "I will slowly study everything about you later. As for now..." Andrew said this, retracting his smile, and coldly looking into Capella’s eyes, "...now, you can leave."
His fingertip was indeed no longer at the center of Capella’s brow.
But the magic power expelling the non-human will had not dispersed.
Under the effect of "Delayed Counterattack," it exploded fervently the mont Andrew’s words fell.
"You—"
Disbelief and rage flashed across "Capella’s" eyes, but before it could finish "You," it was completely erased from Capella’s body by Andrew’s magic sweep.
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