You still say your magic isn’t like bullets?
White-haired Witch Bemore’s spellcasting, besides having the traits of fire compression and binding with a two-stage piercing attack, has another feature—it’s fast!
Her Dragon Bombs are like tracer rounds, those bullets coated with a flammable luminescent substance, primarily used for positioning in night battles.
So Bemore’s Dragon Bombs still have room to improve. If she can research her Fire Element to make it not emit light, that would be true killing magic.
“I wonder if one day we’ll see Dragon Bombs that can hide their flames,” Samimi sighed.
In the blink of an eye, twenty Dragon Bombs struck Lion King Andy’s Flame Stance, sticking to it like sticky toffee.
“Good! Good! Nice!”
The Dragon Bombs exploded in two stages, and the compressed hot magical power pierced through the Flame Stance like streaking arrows.
But Lion King Andy’s magical reflexes were fast. He immediately saw through this compressed spell’s defensive method and deployed a second layer of Flame Stance, pressed close to his face, blocking the terrifying armor-piercing fiery streaks.
“Hmph?” Even though the defense succeeded, Lion King Andy still marveled at Bemore’s skill.
Even he couldn’t compress the Fire Element to such an extent—that was her unique talent.
“Heh heh, interesting,” Lion King Andy laughed heartily. “Given time, she’ll become formidable. But now’s not the moment. When the blade is sharp, the sword must know when to sheathe.”
“Cut your crap! That kid was just a small-town nobody, totally clueless. Isn’t it just that sneaky woman by your side forcing her out of her shell?” Samimi immediately objected loudly.
“Mi… didn’t expect Bemore to speak up for herself,” Rebecca muttered.
“Our affairs as Fire Mages have nothing to do with you priests. Outsiders, shut your mouths.” Lion King Andy snorted coldly, ignoring their objections like a deaf monk chanting.
“Golden-haired scoundrel,” Samimi cursed under her breath.
By now, she had almost figured out what kind of person this golden-haired man was: a hypocritical righteous ally who only looks reasonable but is actually utterly unreasonable.
What we call plain old male chauvinism—whatever he says is right, whatever you say is wrong. This kind of domineering man is no better than a sleazy bastard.
“You’re making me unhappy. This is whose territory? You priests better recognize your place.”
Lion King Andy directly attacked, wildly swinging his arm towards the sky, casually hurling dozens of Big Fireballs like a rainstorm toward Samimi.
Orange-haired Andy could talk back to two of them; Shirley William could handle two; Bemore could handle a couple—but the moment a priest dared to nag, Andy’s face immediately darkened.
“[Wall of Thorns].”
Samimi raised her hand, summoning a large deep-red Briar magic shield wall. After blocking hundreds—if not thousands—of fireballs recently, she was already used to the explosions.
Even Lion King Andy’s Fireball Technique was useless against her Wall of Thorns. Her fire resistance maxed out, and the Magic Briars efficiently eroded and devoured the flames.
“Heresy magic! You’re distorting the orthodox!” Lion King Andy’s flames began to fade, and his kingly aura gradually vanished, replaced by the demeanor of an assassin.
“Ready to get serious?” Shirley William laughed happily as she watched the fight.
“I must show you what true orthodoxy is!” Lion King Andy’s body burst with roaring flames, the heat wave sweeping rapidly across the entire rooftop.
“This kind of spell…” Samimi had just witnessed it before—it was like Alisa’s Dark Moon Domain, the hidden expert from their dormitory.
This was Lion King Andy’s Domain!
He had indeed reached that realm!
Layer upon layer of flames formed strange illusions, like a circular arena enclosing them in the center of the ring.
The fire mist covered the ground, seeping into every corner, even drifting right to Samimi and her group’s feet.
But this fire mist caused no harm; it only brought a slight warmth to their feet.
“Everyone,” Samimi said.
At the cue, Rebecca hugged Samimi tightly.
Bemore and Niubao positioned themselves on either side of the Wall of Thorns, alert to the formidable enemy opposite.
“We Fire Mages are the most numerous among the Elemental Mages, and since we hold the most resources, we bear the greatest responsibility. We must unite and consider the bigger picture. This kind of selfish heretical mage like you must be taught a proper lesson today.”
Lion King Andy crossed his hands behind his back, now spouting a bunch of long-winded, preachy nonsense.
Samimi felt this Lion King probably knew he was talking rubbish because his words contradicted his actions.
Deep down, he probably didn’t believe the grand principles he spouted—it was all just talk to rile people up.
Though their heads hurt from listening, fists clenched in frustration, and they wished they could beat him on the spot, they couldn’t. So all they could do was grit their teeth and listen.
This kind of chat warfare—invincible!
Mi quietly took out a notebook to jot this down; someday she wanted to be this good at provoking others.
“Do you know what kind of magic this is?” Samimi asked after putting the notebook away.
“Everyone’s Domain is unique,” Bemore shook her head, signaling she didn’t understand.
“You should…” Rebecca wanted to pressure her teammate but was stopped by Samimi’s preemptive move.
“Then let’s test its true quality,” Samimi said angrily.
Bemore stuck close to the Wall of Thorns and sidestepped, raising her black-and-white twin staffs and blindly firing dozens of Dragon Bombs.
But this time, Lion King Andy didn’t move at all, not even activating his Flame Stance, standing with his hands behind his back.
“[Domain—Sting King Contention].”
Suddenly, several fiery edges flashed, intercepting and chopping down all the Dragon Bombs mid-air.
Looking closely, heads of flames shaped like lions appeared in every corner of the rooftop, fanning out in a semicircle to enclose the Wall of Thorns.
Everyone’s hearts gave a little shudder.
The scene was truly terrifying, this was the Sting King’s magic Domain?
Counting carefully, there were eighteen fire lions in total.
Behind Lion King Andy stood a massive Fire Griffin, also formed from his magic power, like a divine miracle descending.
“Magic Doppelganger? Nineteen Magic Doppelgangers?” Samimi quickly saw through the trick.
Each fiery lion was crafted so perfectly it rivaled the humanoid clones she had once seen with Saintess Makima, if not more deadly.
How much magical power must one have to produce so many Magic Doppelgangers?
Moreover, this meant he divided his mind into nineteen parts, controlling nineteen fiery clones at once—just thinking about it made her head feel like it would explode.
Sounds weak.