Chapter 128: Crazy Missile Storm

"Tsk tsk, what's this guy doing?" Gonde looked on with curiosity at the blue dragon standing still in place, trembling.

He saw the other's scales gradually turning charred, as if being seared by flames.

In fact, it was indeed so.

The illusory blue dragon was only a step away from the magma; the terrible heat had already cooked the underside of its claws.

"Damn Juan Ce Long! Damn Bronze Dragon! I will kill you with my own hands! Cut off your filthy heads! And put them in my lair to torment day and night!"

Wangmu La shouted in a breakdown; without the six-circle Divination spell 【True Knowledge Art】 she could not dispel the illusion's power at all.

This is the awkwardness of illusion magic.

Before six circles, illusion could fool the vast majority of opponents, and illusionists who, like Naimi Xisi, had mastered rare spells such as 【Retribution Phantasm】 and 【Mirage】 could make enemies die completely within the illusion.

However, after six circles, with the advent of 【True Knowledge Art】, the illusion discipline became utterly useless; all illusion spells turned into castles in the air before the power of 【True Knowledge Art】.

This is why high-circle illusionist Mages favor studying spells like 【Shadow Plastic Energy Art】, using illusion to project the power of other spells; unfortunately, while this gives them some offensive means, it remains too feeble.

【Shadow Plastic Energy Art】 and 【Shadow Spellcraft】 and similar illusions can only manifest twenty percent of the original spell's power; they are the weakest of the weak.

Nevertheless, despite all these flaws, Naimi Xisi still acknowledges that illusion is the most effective spell for him at this stage.

"She's truly a fool who won't accept death even at the brink; had she begged for mercy, perhaps I might have considered sparing her, maybe making her my slave and offering all her wealth," Naimi Xisi sneered.

"Now, let your head disappear."

Then, the massive claw formed a phantom grip in midair, and surging mana followed.

Five-circle Evocation spell—【Instant Missile Storm】 ×30!

Endless red Force Energy bolts gathered in Naimi Xisi's palm; a moment later, four hundred fifty magic missiles streamed out of the claw in succession, forming a red energy beam-like trail across the sky.

【Missile Storm】 is a third-circle spell, but its property is a Force attribute that cannot be defended by magic resistance; with Naimi Xisi's talent boost, all four hundred fifty missiles homed in on the blue dragon's head, striking one by one.

First the scales cracked, flesh exposed; then blood foam sprayed, the skull bared, and finally even the skull was shattered by the relentless terrifying force.

The blue dragon Wangmu La collapsed weakly onto the ground, and the spot where her head had been was empty, completely ground to powder.

"Ah…" Gonde clicked his tongue, staring at the scene; he was startled by the power of that Juan Ce Long.

What spell is this? Summoning that many magic missiles in an instant?! That's absurd—Missile Storm? No, Missile Storm can only summon fifteen missiles; to achieve this level of attack, at least thirty 【Missile Storm】s are needed!

And it seems that Juan Ce Long released them in a flash! It can't all be instant, can it? That would require thirty seven-circle Spell Slots to do! Even with seven-circle Spell Slots, why need so many Missile Storms to slay a dragon?!

The perverse nature of the Juan Ce Long made Gonde dizzy; it's neither science nor magic. In fact, aside from Naimi Xisi, probably no young dragon could achieve it.

【Improvised Super Magic】 reduces the cost of super magic, and together with a massive number of Spell Slots, enables such extravagant attacks.

Having dealt with the blue dragon, Naimi Xisi hurriedly extracted a blood‑red dragon claw, and under Gonde's bewildered gaze placed it beside the blue dragon; a transparent blue dragon soul was ripped out by the claw. "Y‑you‑you‑you want to imprison her soul?!" Gonde was frightened by the young dragon's ferocity; imprisoning a dragon soul is something only Necromancers enjoy! "I told you, her fate will be worse than death." Naimi Xisi smiled and swallowed the dragon soul in one gulp; the soul slid down his esophagus into the 【Chaotic World Demon Star】 in his stomach.

Thump, thump.

The black egg emitted a heartbeat‑like sound, eerie red light flared, illuminating Naimi Xisi's stomach.

"First one… will there be more in the future?" the black egg sighed; it thought that this young Juan Ce Long had probably already begun to be affected by the black egg's Mind Curse.

As for that unheard‑of Mind Power, the black egg scoffed; it did not believe anyone could be immune to the hell‑granted Mind Curse.

What he didn't know was that Naimi Xisi likewise dismissed his view; he absorbed the blue dragon purely for wasteful use, and if the blue dragon hadn't truly annoyed him, he wouldn't have ended its life.

For example, the Bronze Dragon before him, though a bit annoying, Naimi Xisi had no intention of killing it.

Gonde was at his side babbling, telling him how evil and wrong imprisoning a dragon soul was, that Wangmu La had already received her punishment, and so on.

"Shut up!" Naimi Xisi glared impatiently, "You'd better stop bothering me. Also, how long do you intend to keep that human corpse in your hand?"

"Oh no!" Gonde shouted, having completely forgotten that he still clutched a human in his dragon claw.

He looked down; the human had long been crushed to death by his unconscious massive force.

"Sorry, brother, I didn't mean it. Hey, you promised our chat and haven't kept it, how did she die? It's that evil blue dragon's fault! Naimi Xisi, you did well—best to imprison her for a few thousand years before sending her back to the underworld!" the Bronze Dragon said with a sorrowful face, though Naimi Xisi wasn't sure whether he mourned the other's death or his own loss of a conversation partner.

"Oh, trust me," Naimi Xisi curled his lip, "She won't return to the underworld."

Gonde shook his head, still focused on the sad fact that he had accidentally crushed a human, and didn't notice the dragon beside him speaking.

"By the way, you Juan Ce Long, how did you end up here?"

After a while, Gonde, seeming to have gotten over his sorrow, regained his lively demeanor and curiously asked Naimi Xisi.

Naimi Xisi gave him a glance, spread his wings and took off: "I'm hurrying to the West Coast to make big money, and I must keep moving now."

"Wait!!"

The phrase 'make big money' struck a nerve in the Bronze Dragon; his eyes lit up, and he anxiously called out to the Juan Ce Long about to fly away.

"Make big money?! Where to make big money? How to make big money? Take me with you, big brother." The Bronze Dragon's whole face was a mocking grin, looking hilariously ridiculous.

Naimi Xisi curled his lip, "I'm much smaller than you; you're shameless, Bronze Dragon."

Moreover, he surveyed the Bronze Dragon from head to tail, sneering, "Why should I take you along? What benefit does it bring me."

Feverish typing is so uncomfortable (End of chapter).