Sefina had been planning this final strike for a long time!
From the very beginning, when she unleashed 【Stormfire Blaze】, it wasn’t to injure her enemy, but to create widespread chaos and magical interference, to confuse Ophidoro’s senses, and buy herself those crucial few seconds to create her clones and set up her ambush in secret.
The first clone drew attention, the second clone launched a surprise attack with a pistol.
She knew well that a handgun alone couldn’t truly threaten Ophidoro, but it was enough to force out her life-saving defenses or cause a momentary opening.
Meanwhile, Sefina’s true body lurked in the shadows behind the door, enduring the shameful turmoil and weakness inside her body, focusing all her strength to gather a truly threatening high-level spell!
Sefina was a seventh-tier Mage; originally, she wanted to cast a more destructive seventh-tier spell, but……
The Magic Crest on her lower abdomen burned like a red-hot branding iron, the strange sensation making her fingertips tremble slightly.
At this moment, her face was flushed red, her legs weak, and her mana circulation sluggish and difficult.
In this state, the fact that Sefina could even manage to conjure the sixth-tier 【Frostspear】 was already a stretch, almost draining most of her current energy.
But Ophidoro, that arrogant demoness, after being toyed with repeatedly, could she still react immediately?!
The sharp ice spear tore through the air, carrying the freezing edge that could immobilize everything, arriving in an instant.
Ophidoro’s expression clearly flickered with alarm! The 【Teleport】 spell indeed couldn’t be cast repeatedly in quick succession — its cooldown was not over yet, and she seemed to have nowhere left to dodge in the rush!
Is it over?
- Just kidding.
At the very moment the ice spear was about to pierce through her body, a deep and powerful dark magic erupted from Ophidoro’s body like a volcano.
In an instant, a pair of dark wings covered in jet-black scales suddenly unfurled fiercely from her back, flapping with terrifying force.
Whoosh!
The intense wind pressure even scattered the lingering smell of scorched air around them. Ophidoro used the momentum, rising into the air with a nearly graceful posture, effortlessly evading that deadly strike.
The spear grazed the hem of her skirt, finally crashing into the wall behind her with a booming “boom,” leaving a massive ice crack.
After all, as a high-ranking demon, flying was a natural advantage of her race.
Ophidoro landed lightly, the sharp heels of her shoes clicking crisply on the scorched floor. She brushed the dust off her skirt and once again wore that playful, confident smile.
“My little Sefina, it’s been so long apart. Have you forgotten… I can fly?”
Ophidoro chuckled softly, stepping closer to the slightly panting Sefina, whose state was weakened by the backlash of the Magic Crest and physical discomfort.
Her deep purple eyes were filled with the teasing of a cat playing with a mouse:
“Any little tricks you have left, just bring them on. Although, it seems your condition isn’t looking too good~”
Sefina’s face was pale, sweat beads glistening on her temples, but the fire of defiance still blazed in her wine-red eyes.
She forced herself to raise her hand again, attempting to gather mana.
Even if hope was slim, she would never simply wait to die!
However, Ophidoro had already lost her patience. Her high heels clicked as she took several steps, quickly closing the distance between them, looming right beside Sefina.
In her eyes, with all tricks exhausted and her state deteriorated, Sefina was already a sitting duck. Continuing to gather magic was just a futile struggle.
“Click—!”
Another crisp snap of her fingers.
Several familiar verdant Binding Vines burst from the ground again like precise shackles, instantly wrapping around Sefina’s petite frame, binding her tightly.
This time, the strength was far greater than before, leaving her almost unable to move.
Even the faintly glowing magical script in her hand completely collapsed, and her Wand slipped from her grasp once more.
“Finally caught you, my naughty little bunny.”
Ophidoro laughed mockingly, her delicate face full of the arrogance and satisfaction of a victor.
“I’ve had to work so hard for this; I think I deserve a nice ‘reward’~”
Her slender, icy fingers, cold enough to send shivers down one’s spine, slowly slid up from Sefina’s calf, where the vines bit into her skin, enjoying the trembling reaction of her prey.
Such dominance gave her immense pleasure, especially seeing her old rival defeated and bound, her face full of disgust and anger yet powerless to resist.
Moreover, this little girl was flushed red, breathing heavily — clearly being tormented by that Magic Crest!
Heh heh~~
“Now, let me help you ‘find release’…”
Ophidoro leaned in with a malicious smile, ready to “enjoy” her prize.
Yet, just as her fingers were about to touch Sefina’s burning hot cheek—
Suddenly, everything changed!
The verdant Binding Vines tightly wrapped around Sefina rapidly withered before their eyes, turning black, crumbling into ash, and dissipating into nothingness!
Not only that, Ophidoro suddenly felt the surging dark mana around her body become shackled by invisible Prison Locks, making her flow of mana extremely sluggish and difficult to control, nearly impossible to mobilize!
Her connection to the external magical elements was also drastically weakened and severed!
“What did you do?!” The smile on Ophidoro’s face vanished instantly, replaced by suspicion and a cold accusation.
She snapped her head up to glare at Sefina.
Though Sefina’s face was still flushed from the Magic Crest’s effects, a rare victorious smile lit up her wine-red eyes.
She exhaled softly, straightening the body that had been slightly bent from being bound.
The entire room’s walls and ceiling were now covered by a faint, dark red barrier without anyone noticing.
Countless intricate ancient runes shimmered faintly on the barrier.
“Prison Lock?! Impossible!”
Ophidoro immediately recognized the spell and cried out in shock.
This was a non-elemental eighth-tier spell. Although ancient, it was widely known.
The effect of Prison Lock was to form a powerful anti-magic field in a very small area, where all magical effects (including those of caster and target) were heavily suppressed or even completely nullified.
It sounded formidable, but very few used this spell.
Because while Prison Lock’s power was great, its restrictions were immense:
Being an eighth-tier spell, its spell formula was extremely complex, resulting in a very long casting time — even longer than most other eighth-tier spells. Plus, its range was usually very limited, like this time covering just a single room.
So Ophidoro never expected Sefina to use this magic.
What shocked Ophidoro even more was…
Sefina was only a seventh-tier Mage! How could she silently complete an eighth-tier spell requiring such long preparation in the midst of a fierce battle?!
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
Obviously, Ophidoro had no idea about Sefina’s Source Code Theory.
Nor did she understand how terrifying this theory was.
Sefina had long since broken down the complex “program” that made up Prison Lock into countless single-function “Subfunctions,” which she had secretly carved and hidden into special magic stones scattered around the room!
She herself didn’t have enough mana to instantly activate them all, but she had been waiting for the perfect moment—
A strong enough external mana source to charge these “Subfunctions”!
The two had already fought fiercely, leaving a lot of residual mana in the room.
Moreover, Ophidoro’s sudden burst of powerful dark mana when summoning her Darkwing to dodge the Frostspear became the perfect spark to ignite everything!
At the very instant Ophidoro’s mana exploded, what Sefina did was not a futile struggle but a precise release of the critical “main function”—
Mobilizing and integrating all the “Subfunctions” that had already been fully charged!
Zero casting time, surpassing tier limits!
Using his mana to forge my prison!
“The one who wins…”
Sefina wiped the blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, her eyes cold as she looked at Ophidoro, whose mana flow inside the barrier was severely hampered.
“…is me!”