[Domain – Pawn King Contention].
Previously, Samimi thought she was only missing an environmental special effect to activate her Domain. After all, she had long mastered the seamless connection of spell formations without delay. But now, it seemed she had been too naive.
In fact, the environmental special effect was the very essence of the Domain. Without it, how could it even be called a Domain?
Now that she had personally experienced the power of a Magic Domain, she realized this kind of magic was far more complex than it appeared on the surface.
Because after being engulfed by the Pawn King’s Flame Domain, many of her abilities were nullified, making everything incredibly cumbersome—as if she were trapped in a quagmire.
Meanwhile, the enemy within their own Domain gained multiple enhancements. Even without a high-ranking priest, they could assist themselves, effectively equipping a second magical core.
With me advancing and retreating, the gap between us widened—it was utterly one-sided.
Just as the old saying from the secondary school goes: only a Domain can counter a Domain!
“The state of the technique is still quite dreamy. It seems there’s much more to explore,” Samimi wiped the sweat from her forehead and forced a smile.
“Lord Ermi, how do you feel?” Priestess Rebecca asked anxiously. “Maybe we should stop fighting. This is enough—let’s just vent our frustrations and call it a day. Let’s go back.”
“Have you forgotten what I told you at the start? You’re also a Magic Manipulator. I don’t want to hear such weak words from you again. Watch carefully and learn well,” Samimi reprimanded.
Despite Samimi’s disheveled state, she had even temporarily removed the multiple buffs from Niubao but still maintained Bemore’s Serenity Spell.
She was still a little short, still needed some time and a bit of luck.
Right now, all she could do was pray that the merchants of Sweet Melon Town would lend some support!
Right now, she could only hope Bemore could hold on!
“Enough dragging it out. Let’s end this. Farewell, genius Fire Mage.”
Pawn King Andy’s scornful and merciless voice was already hidden among eighteen Fire Rays.
White-haired Witch Bemore’s eyes shone only with flickering flames, converging into a single point. The most precise place was her own heart.
When she was imprisoned, she had already grasped a desperate ultimate move. If she lacked confidence, she’d be the first to run away.
To be clear: if she didn’t have some backbone, there was no way she would step up to block the barrage for Samimi!
Facing the incoming fiery cannon barrage, Bemore closed her eyes, lowered her hands, relaxed her entire body and mind, and entered a selfless state of spirit.
“[Domain – Charcoal Prison Cage].”
Just before she was about to be blasted to pieces, she murmured something under her breath.
“Jin! Kai! Kai! Kai!”
Then, rows of tightly compressed fiery pillars rose and unfolded before her, forming a wall of flame.
More compressed pillars stood firmly in front, behind, left, right, above, and below her, perfectly forming a flaming cage.
The eighteen Lion King Fire Rays struck the White-haired Witch’s Inferno Prison Cage but were sliced apart like flowing water. Their power couldn’t concentrate, and their destructive force drastically diminished, turning into waves of scorching heat.
“This… could it be—”
Pawn King Andy, witnessing this scene, could no longer maintain his composure, his face filled with disbelief.
“It’s here! Finally here!”
Shirley John also excitedly hovered nearby for a close view.
Each compressed fiery pillar trembled violently, like a high-frequency vibration cutting blade, effortlessly severing the Lion King’s fiery beams.
But the downside was obvious—just like the magic-resistant bricks used in foundations, it couldn’t move. It was literally a cage, locking her in place.
Yet this was a Domain! Absolutely no embellishments!
Although the range was a bit small, this Flaming Prison Cage was the White-haired Witch’s exclusive Domain, the embodiment of her indomitable will.
The battle wasn’t over. Bemore suddenly opened her eyes. Her black and white twin staves twirled incessantly.
In the blink of an eye, she swung her arms forward, backward, left, and right so fast that only afterimages remained. Countless Dragon Bombs flew out from between the fiery pillars of the Inferno Prison Cage.
“Pang pang pang! Pang pang pang! Boom pang pang!”
The eighteen fiery lions dodged with all their might, fiercely swiping their claws, but still couldn’t block the dense, rain-like hail of Dragon Bombs, which exploded in concentrated bursts.
Even the fiery illusion arena surrounding them was damaged, as if real buildings had been bombed—so vivid and immersive.
This clearly proved Pawn King Andy’s magic Domain had indeed been affected. Although it didn’t collapse, it sustained real damage.
“Ah!”
The eighteen fiery lions turned to ash, and Lion King Andy was sweating profusely. His mental links snapped one by one across eighteen strands, causing him intense pain—this was magical feedback.
But his mana reserves were still abundant. He quickly adjusted his mind and wasn’t greatly affected, still standing firm, his posture unyielding.
“To push me to this extent… you’re the first. The final assault was brilliant. It’s a pity your mana is insufficient, and your Domain is still unpolished. You can’t threaten me yet,” Pawn King Andy gritted his teeth in admiration.
“I did my best.” Meanwhile, Bemore’s Inferno Prison Cage Domain began to falter; one fiery pillar after another extinguished.
Her mana was completely drained, her face utterly pale—she had burned out.
Her body went limp, and Bemore started to fall backward.
But at that very moment…
A strong arm caught her from falling. It was Samimi, who had been watching from behind and finally exhaled, now suddenly revitalized.
“Well done. Leave the next part to me. You rest first. I still have some accounting to do.”
As she spoke, Samimi’s eyes fixed steadily on the enemy.
Bemore could only see the confident line of her chin and suddenly felt that this lazybones was so gentle and reliable. Had her mind gone bad?
Bemore hadn’t even considered that maybe this lazybones had deliberately acted weak just now to push herself out first, exhausting some of the enemy’s mana, and then come back to finish off the enemy.
Right? No? Maybe half right and half wrong—true and false, real and unreal. No one knew Samimi’s true thoughts.
“Niubao, help her up,” Samimi ordered, having Niubao support Bemore to sit against the back wall to rest—but no running away allowed, as they still had to fight.
“Just watch our backs well,” Priestess Rebecca said with unexpected confidence. Where did this confidence come from? Only Samimi!
Next, the trio from the Academy Faction stepped forward, directly confronting the last remaining might of the Lion King.
The White-haired Witch, having awakened her Domain, spun her twin staves wildly, firing headshots and throwing everything she had to extinguish the eighteen fiery lions.
But beside Lion King Andy still stood a massive Fire Griffin.
He retained at least half his fighting strength, and no one knew the Fire Griffin’s true power.
Anyway, it was definitely far more formidable than the fiery lions. It was clearly the Lion King’s ultimate trump card.
“She is the fastest genius Fire Mage in history to awaken a Domain, but now she is completely burned out.”
Looking at the blindfolded Heretical Nun, Lion King Andy wore a contemptuous expression and spoke with utter disdain.
“And you, little nun of faint magic, what can you do in front of a legitimate Fire Mage?”