Chapter 419 - The Power of a Ninth Level Spell
Here is Chapter 419 of "Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God": Not only the demi-humans at Yewen Pond were dumbfounded.The mercenaries gathered at the shore were... Donât miss it!
Not only the demi-humans at Yewen Pond were dumbfounded.The mercenaries gathered at the shore were even more stupefied.
Their trump card against the treants couldnât be played.
And those treants were standing still. Were they expected to attack through the vines covering the ground?
At this time, a Dog Demon had already carried Zalanda to the outskirts of the battlefield.
Zalanda glanced at the skies, assessing the warfare unfolding above, and then at the chaos on the ground.
Zalanda hoisted the Path of War in hand and turned to a certain page, muttering an incantation. With the Path of War as the focal point, a terrifying magic power began to converge.
A dark cloud formed out of nowhere, quickly clustering over the heads of the mercenaries at a visible speed.
"Whatâs happening? Why has a dark cloud suddenly appeared?"
"A normal cloud wouldnât be hovering so low."
"Such a terrifying magic power, this is no ordinary cloud, itâs a spell."
"Revenge Storm! This is the ninth-circle spell, Revenge Storm, run! Run! Itâll be too late if you donât!"
Among the mercenaries, those who recognized what this cloud signified found their realization came a bit late as numerous fearsome thunderclaps exploded in everyoneâs ears.
In an instant, hundreds of people were struck deafâtemporarily.
The previously orderly formations of mercenaries buzzed like a hornetâs nest that had been stabbed, completely losing their structure.
To ordinary people, just a third-circle Fireball Technique was significantly intimidating.
Let alone a ninth-circle spell.
In the eyes of these soldiers, that was akin to a world-destroying force.
Just a touch from such a spell meant nothing left, not even bone or ash.
Some were crying for their parents, running towards the troop transport longships floating on Yewen Pond.
Others were scampering along the riverbanks, splintering in different directions.
Some even crashed headfirst into the area entangled by the Entanglement Spell. É´á´á´Ą É´á´á´ á´Ę á´Ęá´á´á´á´Ęs á´Ęá´ á´á´ĘĘÉŞsĘá´á´ á´É´ Nová´lFirá´(.)ná´t
Then there were those standing dumbly in place, unsure how to react.
By the time the acid rain came pouring down,
even those who had been standing dumbly in place reacted, crying out in pain as their faces, hands, and other exposed skin began to emit white smoke and blister severely.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Six tremendous bolts of lightning struck down from the sky.
They didnât land in the midst of the crowd but on the six troop transport longships closest to the shore.
One had its mast blown apart, another had its hull breached and started taking on water, capsizing.
The remaining four suffered varying degrees of damage.
Most crucially, massive amounts of electrical energy spread out along these longships.
Those mercenaries who jumped into the water, hoping to use the longships to escape, faced a dire fate.
They twitched and floundered in the water like electrocuted fish.
Many sank to the bottom, never to resurface.
Neglecting those preparing to leap into Yewen Pond, many mercenaries far from shore also turned back, frantically swimming towards land.
Pelting hail now smashed down.
Those who could dove underwater immediately.
Those who couldnât used shields, corpses, anything they could lift above their heads as protection.
And the ones with no other option curled up on the spot, hands over their heads.
Having limbs broken by the hail was preferable to being struck fatally in the head.
The subsequent violent storm made it impossible for those beneath the dark clouds to see anything.
Many seasoned mercenaries did nothing. Discarding their weapons, they crouched, hands over their heads, in a clear gesture of surrender, no longer resisting.
In such chaotic circumstances, running only meant dying faster.
When the storm finally abated, they found themselves surrounded.
The treants were now at armâs reach, and an abundance of Entanglement Spells made the nearby riverbanks almost impassable.
The demi-humansâ houseboats surged forward menacingly, surrounding the remaining transport longships completely.
While facing these mercenaries head-on wasnât their forte, they were more than capable of kicking someone when they were down.
A single ninth-circle spell not only completely disrupted the formation of the mercenaries but crushed their will to resist as well.
As for the aerial battle,
a dragon and a knight, one in front, one behind, one fleeing, one pursuing, had long vanished from sight.
After two or three engagements, the young Red Dragon realized that the knight sought to leap onto its back.
Even if given another chance, it dared not let the knightâs plan succeed.
Given the terrifying attack earlier, even with its tough hide, it couldnât withstand several more blows.
Physical attacks it feared not as much, but what truly frightened it was the strange force enveloping it.
It was one hundred percent certain that this was the force of Law.
There was no reasoning with it; it directly injured its essence, unaffected by the resistance offered by dragon scales.
Today might not be a day of great gain; instead, it might become the day it was slain.
At first, Slark Sata felt a mix of grief and anger, but it soon turned to profound fear.
No, this place was too dangerous, I cannot stay any longer. If I can escape today, Iâll immediately move; I vow not to return to the valley, or to Blood Horn, for a century.
No! No! No!
If I can escape, Iâll abandon the treasure Iâve hoarded over the years and flee at once.
"Great human lord, it was my folly for not recognizing your revered name earlier. I beg your forgiveness. If you grant me a way out, I am willing to leave this place forever, never to return. All the treasures Iâve collected over the years, I offer them all to you."
Having realized his plight, the desperate Slark Sata offered up lucrative terms while scrambling to escape, keenly aware of the allure that a dragonâs hoard had for humans.
But this time he miscalculated, just as he had not anticipated the dread power of dragon-slaying that his pursuer possessed.
The Pegasus Knight trailing him did not engage in conversation, determined not to relent until he was dead.
"Great human lord, I am willing to submit, to serve at your side. All of my treasures are yours to command."
In desperation, Slark Sata abandoned everything.
But the other party still had no intention of engaging in conversation.
Zalandaâs teeth grinded noisily in hatred, but he was helpless, until his gaze swept over to Yewen Pond, and suddenly, he saw a glimmer of hope for life. Why hadnât he discovered this earlier? This was where his path to survival lay.
The young Red Dragon hesitated no more, folded his wings in again, and like a cannonball, he charged towards Yewen Pond.
Gaven finally couldnât maintain his composure.
Once Slark Sata made it into the water, he would be out of options.
All Giant Dragons are proficient swimmers, even the fire-attribute Red Dragons are no exception.
Itâs just that due to their attributes, they do not favor water, but that doesnât mean they canât swim.
The reason he had not conversed with him just now was to create pressure with the overwhelming fear of life and death, to prevent him from having the energy to think of countermeasures and to discover this way out.
If he were to escape, there would likely be major trouble afterward.
Donât be fooled by his current pitiful demeanor, begging for mercy; once the situation reversed, his thoughts would certainly change.
Compared to fleeing, he was more likely to seek crazy revenge and harass the Three Rivers Region.
If Gaven hadnât initially taken advantage of his carelessness, wounding one of his wings, the Half-Moon Colt wouldnât have been able to catch up to him.
Oh!
Gaven couldnât help but let out a surprised gasp, as he felt a familiar presence under Yewen Pond.
How could she be here?
Boom!
Just as the young Red Dragon was about to enter Yewen Pond, a massive figure burst forth from the water first, charging straight at him.
It was a Bipedal Dragon, a size smaller than the young Red Dragon, covered in scales that resembled those of a Red Copper Dragon; with a long-prepared Strong Acid Breath, it shot forth at the young Red Dragon.
Had the enemy anticipated his move into the water and set an ambush here?
What the hell was this?
Since when did Bipedal Dragons have Dragon Scales and Strong Acid Breath?
Wrong?
This Bipedal Dragon was clearly in a Berserk State.
Slark Sata felt like the entire dragon was not okay.
In his life, he had never encountered as many oddities as he did today.
A monstrosity that could slay dragons without even being at the Transcendent Professional Level.
A Bipedal Dragon that completely shattered his understanding.
The young Red Dragon, seething with rage, did not prevent his body from reacting.
A terrifying Flame Dragonâs Breath burst forth towards the Bipedal Dragon.
He had been frustrated to the extreme today and only now had the chance to unleash his first Dragon Breath.
But the Bipedal Dragon did not dodge or avoid; it met the Flame Dragonâs Breath head-on, surging upwards, with its tail stinger swinging, lodging deeply into the gaps between the young Red Dragonâs scales, injecting the Flying Dragon Venom.
Boom!
The Bipedal Dragon, hit squarely by the Flame Dragonâs Breath, was knocked back into Yewen Pond at an even faster speed.
However, the Bipedal Dragonâs combined attack of Strong Acid Breath and tail stinger poison, the young Red Dragon received in full.
More deadly than the Strong Acid Breath was the tail stinger poison.
This Bipedal Dragon was not only unusually covered with scales, its Flying Dragon Venom was also different from the usual, containing a delaying power similar to the Red Copper Dragonâs Slow Dragon Breath.
It made Slark Sataâs movements extremely slow, even though it only lasted a few seconds.
But that was enough to change a lot.
Donât forget, there was still a great slayer trailing right behind him, only a few seconds away.
Before the young Red Dragon could fall into the water, Gaven finally got his chance to drive his Keen Edge Longspear fiercely into the wings and back, nailing himself to it like a tack.
Then everything started a countdown.
Undead Vengeance domain activated.
Half a minute later, Gaven fired the second shot at the young Red Dragonâs head.
Revenge Skull Shatter did not trigger.
But the damage of 5D8+10D6 (50-100) directly peeled off all the scales from the back of the young Red Dragonâs head, and even stunned him for several seconds.
This time, Gaven didnât immediately employ Designate Foe but took two shots in a round to further enlarge the wound.
Without the enhancement of Revenge BUFF, relying only on the physical attack of Death Roar, the damage was very limited.
The formidable physical defense of a Giant Dragon isnât just talk.
When the first layer of Revenge BUFF, stacked by the Undead Vengeance domain, was finally in place, Gaven designated his foe again. This was the third and final time.
In that instant, Slark Sata felt the shadow of death, as he thrashed frantically in the sky, underground, and in the water.
But no matter how he struggled, Gaven was like a thorn, firmly stuck in his back.
Until the Death Roar resounded once again.
Boom!
The massive head of the young Red Dragon Slark Sata burst open on the spot, with brain matter splattering everywhere.
Revenge Skull Shatter activated.
This forced Special Ability completely disregarded the size of the head.
Even the incredibly tough skull of a Giant Dragon couldnât avoid the fate.
With its head blown open, even a Giant Dragon could not escape death.
The blight of the East Road, fallen.
The huge body of the young Red Dragon crashed mightily into Yewen Pond.
A familiar feeling surged in Gavenâs chest as the Milestone of Destiny opened once again.
But he had no time to check it, because it wasnât over yet.
Amid the unwilling roars, Slark Sataâs Dragon Soul was forcibly extracted from his body, transforming into a Dragon Ghost, standing respectfully beside Gaven.
Special Ability Undead Manipulation activated.
Luna flew swiftly past Gaven, activating Fairy Step, and landed precisely on her back.
At that moment, the Bipedal Dragon, clearly scorched and singed, emerged again from the water, clutching in its claws the half-headless corpse of the Red Dragon.