Chapter 319: Wrath of Laevateinn

"Hiss, hiss, hiss... It hurts me to death."

Outside the arena, the Joker Chief Inquisitor's body, which was originally watching the show, suddenly trembled, but fortunately, it quickly returned to normal, which didn't let others discover the abnormality.

"Done for. Why is it always me who gets hurt? You're afraid of pain, do you think I'm not?"

Only, in the sea of consciousness, the Fairy King's consciousness gritted her teeth and shouted, feeling a chill of anger.

As the fourth thought circuit to be conceived, she was sent to take charge of the Zhai Wuhun avatar as soon as she was born. It could be said that she was a powerful official with explosive freedom. This should have been a beautiful life that made the three seniors envious.

But why, why did things turn out like this? Why is it always her who suffers and gets tired? She is not convinced.

Today, it was clearly everyone coming to perform the mission together. Now, No. 1 and No. 2 are operating the Phantom King, and because No. 3 has a Joker phantom controlled, it is not complete, so it can only be stupidly hanging up. Therefore, the one operating this Zhai Wuhun body is still No. 4.

However, these old seniors really don't talk about martial virtue. Clearly, it's No. 1 and No. 2 who are being beaten, but the pain is on them, and the pain is in No. 4's heart. At this moment, No. 4 wishes she could also be stupidly hanging up like No. 3.

But forget it, she is already used to it. Now this bit of pain is nothing to her. And if she's not used to it, what can she do? Can she leave? Who told her to be born the latest and the smallest?

Now No. 4 can only look forward to No. 5, who is about to take shape, being born early. At that time, she must change her current family status.

Mm, speaking of which, No. 5 is also fast. It should be fully formed in these one or two days. She can be considered a daughter-in-law who has become a mother-in-law; good days are coming.

The Fairy King sighed like this.

And on the other side, Dorothy habitually transferred the pain to the Fairy King, who was watching the show and eating melons outside, before she felt the pain in her body. Then her two thought circuits were doing their best to defend against this wave of offensive.

Various magic shields were layered around her. She even disliked those defense spell slots copied from opponents for not being easy to use, and started burning mana herself to release some stronger high-level defense magic like Invincible Golden Body.

It's a pity that the duration of the Invincible Golden Body is too short. The five-second invincibility is not enough to face the bombing of three rounds of Ninth-Ring bombardment magic. Dorothy can only use the golden body and shield together, holding on hard.

Fortunately, she finally survived stubbornly, but unfortunately, it would have been better to just die. After all, this broken body was already seriously damaged, and the original 200,000 mana was exhausted, and there was no more combat power.

Fortunately, heaven doesn't cut off all paths. Just when the last shield on her body was about to shatter and the Phantom King was about to be scalded to death by lava, the two thought circuits grabbed the last straw from the many spell slots copied.

Well, actually, it can't be said to be a straw; it should be more accurate to say it's drinking poison to quench thirst.

After all, that's not some healing secret technique, but a desperate magic similar to the Heavenly Demon Dissolution Great Method in novels, which can allow a dying person to gain power beyond their peak period by burning themselves in a short time.

Ninth-Ring Revenge Magic: Wrath of Laevateinn.

Seeing that someone was lucky enough to open this spell slot, Dorothy's eyes lit up, and she activated this magic without hesitation.

Well, speaking of which, she hadn't mastered this magic herself before. After all, she, a shut-in witch who was afraid of death and pain, really didn't need to study this kind of suicidal magic. But for the great fame of this magic, as a spell master, she had heard of it.

This thing is actually a youth-castrated version of the twelfth-rank forbidden spell, Ragnarök. Compared to the terrifying power of the original forbidden spell, which can shroud the entire world in never-extinguishing apocalyptic fire the moment it is activated, this ninth-rank castrated version is much lamer.

This is a transformation magic that can turn the caster into a giant burning with fire, not only filling the life force on the spot, greatly increasing all attributes in a short time, but also inheriting the talent template of the Fire Giant clan, automatically mastering various fire magic.

The only problem is that the calamity fire of the Fire Giant is too overbearing. It not only burns enemies, but when it gets ruthless, it even burns itself. The life force filled by the spell will also constantly drop blood because of the power of this calamity fire. If you can't defeat the enemy before being burned to death by the calamity fire, then this is actually suicide.

Even if you defeat the enemy, you will only be able to watch yourself being burned to death bit by bit in pain because of the characteristic that the calamity fire is difficult to extinguish.

Anyway, in one sentence, once this spell is activated, unless a big shot who can extinguish the calamity fire comes to save the scene, the caster is dead.

This magic and the original forbidden spell are both secret treasures of the Giant clan, but witches have conquered many Giant worlds, and these two magic spells were both war trophies from the war against the Giants at that time.

If you let Dorothy cast this desperate magic outside, she would probably be very conflicted, but now it is under the protection of the training ground's false life, and it is burning the Phantom King's mana body, so there is nothing to be conflicted about. Just self-destruct.

Speaking of which, this kind of self-destruct magic is banned in normal duel competitions. Now it's just that the battle royale game rules didn't ban this kind of spell.

However, is the Inquisition's spell slot warehouse too strange? Why are there even spell slots for this kind of self-destruct magic? And what kind of talent must one be to practice this kind of spell to great maturity? Why is she so proficient? How many times did she self-destruct?

Dorothy thought wildly in her heart while casting spells quickly, following the guidance of the spell slot without emotion.

Finally, when the last layer of shield resisting lava around her flickered and declared GG, the lava in the lava lake suddenly rolled. The lava that had originally cooled down and was about to solidify into stone suddenly boiled again, as if someone had added a fire under the lake.

Finally, a huge arm tens of meters high stretched out from under the lava, followed by a more massive body. Finally, the hundred-meter-high Fire Giant burning with colorless calamity fire stood in the lava lake.

"Roar..."

The violent giant roared to the sky, then she stretched out her hand, and the calamity fire around her body gathered toward her hand, forming a calamity fire great sword equal to her height.

This sword is named Laevateinn, the world-destroying magic sword held by the King in the legends of the Giant race.

And now, the hundred-meter great sword swept horizontally with a plain blow, and the surging calamity fire burned toward the strategy group that had just breathed a sigh of relief not far away.

With just one blow, more than a dozen witches were evaporated on the spot.

... Boss second stage in progress... ===== CHAPTER 320 =====