Chapter 148: Amaya in the Prophecy

Mai Titisi didn't understand, but Wa Luo Sang, as a noble of Deepwater City, was well‑versed and fully grasped the power represented by the dragon before them.

Its length exceeded eighty meters, comparable to a prime Golden Dragon.

The True Dragon's strength is intricate, yet most follow one rule—larger dragons are more powerful.

A prime Golden Dragon is on par with a level‑19 adventurer; even if this dragon isn't a Golden Dragon, it should be close.

But Wa Luo Sang hesitated.

When he heard that Frelen's Golden Legion was on the other side of the mountains, his first thought was to take Mai Titisi away and return to the Frelen outpost.

He believed he would be safer there, and Mai Titisi could live more comfortably under his protection.

Even other Niksalan refugees, if they truly submit to the Golden Legion, could enjoy lives at least better than under the Alliance.

He might even have a chance to return home! The Deepwater City he has long yearned for—his hometown, his whole past.

But if he submits to the dragon before him, everything will have to start over.

Seeming to notice Wa Luo Sang's hesitation and eager to display the dragon's might before these unsophisticated natives, Naimi Xisi hummed lightly and rose on wing.

The massive dragon finger pointed afar, and mysterious draconic words rang in everyone's ears.

「fireseiceresekh'incarnational」

Six-circle Evocation Spell—【Ice‑Fire Storm】!

In the blink of an eye, a fierce gale whipped up sand; the wind was so strong that the elderly Niksalan elders could barely stand, forced to brace their canes and half‑kneel.

First a dazzling blue manifested its massive shape in the sky; endless ice erupted, forming dense, sharp icicles that, like a storm, covered and assaulted an area nearly a thousand meters in radius.

Then a bizarre crimson appeared, followed by flames filling the sky, forming a terrifying fire tornado a kilometer high that ravaged the ground.

Ice and fire alternated ten times before slowly fading, leaving the struck ground a vast wasteland.

When the spell ended, the Niksalan refugees stared in shock; such a miracle‑like power was something they had never seen from a shaman.

The dragon's terrifying power not only stunned Mai Titisi but also shocked Wa Luo Sang to his core; he isn't one of those ignorant natives—though his magical knowledge is limited, he knows this dreadful spell is no mere trick.

Nine-circle? No, perhaps even a legendary spell of legend?

Wa Luo Sang was astonished; he hadn't expected the dragon before him to possess such terrifying spellcasting, since most dragons rely on breath and melee.

Naimi Xisi looked at the rustic crowd, nodded with satisfaction, deeming the six‑circle spell well spent.

【Ice‑Fire Storm】 was originally a spell covering a radius of fifty meters; within the area, icicles and fire tornadoes alternated ten times, delivering continuous strikes. The spell's power was modest, with temperatures only reaching Third-circle Spell level.

Its advantage lay in its wide range and high attack count.

Yet with the enhancement of a Power Gem, the spell became a monster.

Its coverage expanded to a terrifying radius of one thousand meters, and the icicles and fire tornadoes gained massive power; each alternating strike reached the level of a single‑target Six-circle Evocation Spell.

Today Naimi Xisi is a bona‑fide war machine, which is why he confidently claims he can stand against the Niksalan Kingdom.

On the battlefield, unless a Nine-circle or Legendary‑level elite assassin targets him, mere cannon fodder and a few spells are trivial. The Power Gem boosted Naimi Xisi's spell range and power to a terrifying tier, and the Mind Gem supplied abundant spell‑point reserves; a medieval sea of tens of thousands of soldiers is a joke to him.

If, in the future, Naimi Xisi upgrades his "Adaptive Evolution" enough, even decapitation tactics will fail against him.

The Niksalan refugees raised their loyalty to the elegant, mighty dragon in the sky, shouting "Amaya!" and gazing at the god‑like dragon with blazing eyes.

Mai Titisi murmured, "Amaya is Amaya."

Wa Luo Sang's spirits hit rock bottom; the dragon's terrifying might had fully subjugated the Niksalan people, evident from their calling it "Amaya."

In Maztek legend, there is a prophecy.

It is said that on some future day, the war‑messenger 【Zartek】 will unleash an unprecedented catastrophe across the continent; the destined disaster is called —【Wail of Night】, because they believe that when that day arrives, everyone will offer their flesh and blood to Zartek in wailing.

But the prophecy also mentions a savior.

A hero of limitless power, noble birth, arriving from the unknown, will end the 【Wail of Night】 and shatter 【Zartek】's rule.

His name is — Amaya.

!

This prophecy holds great weight in Niksalan society, for the Niksalan have long battled 【Zartek】, trying to suppress their urge to worship that evil god.

For the war‑messenger, the war‑like Niksalan are undoubtedly the best followers.

These refugees call the dragon 【Amaya】; naturally, this shows they have fully submitted to it. If Wa Luo Sang wishes to leave for the Pai Te lands, even Mai Titisi might not follow.

He needs someone to cross the perilous Death Mountains.

Wa Luo Sang sighed, knelt, and with a complex expression grasped Mai Titisi's frail, boneless hand, making his decision.

The bustling Deepwater City, the ancient Sword Bay—let those past memories be cast aside.

"Amaya! Amaya! Amaya!"

He joined the refugees' ranks, zealously pledging his loyalty to the dragon.

"Tsk tsk, these Niksalan are so foolish, taking a ten‑thousand‑year‑old prophecy seriously even now; they still call you Amaya, hahahaha, it cracks me up. Can you become the savior?"

The Rain Dragon rolled with laughter on the dragon's back, unable to contain itself—these natives really know how to imagine.

Halfway through laughing, he suddenly sensed the dragon's threatening gaze, shut his mouth weakly, and curled into a ball.

"Alright, alright, you're right then; who made you the boss?"

Naimi Xisi nodded with satisfaction; though he doesn't consider himself any damn "Amaya," it doesn't stop him from using this to gain a batch of free labor.

Building the Mage Tower is delicate work! Those foolish summons can't handle it; even the natives must first be taught by Naimi Xisi how to inscribe magical sigils before they can begin construction.

Of course, before that.

Naimi Xisi gazed into the valley's depths, eyes greedy.

He had already learned from that foolish shaman's mind that the valley hides a massive magical vein, brimming with countless magical gems!

(End of Chapter)