Chapter 163: Mythic Chain Lightning

"So, didn't you say we should scout the interior of the pyramid first? Why did you act all of a sudden?"

Di Luo Na Ou curled his lip, expression speechless; he had said from the start that we should just act directly, yet this Juan Ce Long insisted on some reconnaissance, and in the end, inexplicably used a peering demon eye and immediately moved to strike.

Naimi Xisi glanced at the red dragon, said nothing, his dark violet pupils fixed on the ground, cold.

"Niksaran," the long dragon's roar echoed through the whole city.

"Yield, submit. I am A Maiya, the destined savior. Welcome my arrival; I will absolve all of your sins."

The massive body's form radiated dazzling light under the sun; silver scales reflected the light, appearing as solemn as a deity.

Unless absolutely necessary, Naimi Xisi did not wish to unleash slaughter in the city, so he chose to impersonate the prophesied A Maiya, hoping to make these faith‑brainwashed fools surrender.

The mother, barely alive beside her infant, widened her eyes upon hearing the great dragon's words and shed tears of joy.

"It's A Maiya. It really is A Maiya."

And such scenes were not uncommon throughout the city.

Like the prophecy in the Old Testament, the supreme singular God will one day, on the day of Revelation, destroy all humanity, and has indeed wrought disaster before.

Yet people still worship the omniscient, omnipotent one, just as these Niksaran worship the deity that devours their flesh, and the Zar Tek foretold to annihilate the Maztek.

Because prophecy has two sides.

Just as Jesus saved humanity from suffering, the infinitely powerful, noble-born A Maiya will likewise save the Maztek people.

These Niksaran have endured blood sacrifices for a long time; why would they have no complaints? It is the oppression of a faith‑driven society that forces them to treat grievances as unspeakable taboos, buried deep within.

When an unknown entity appears claiming to be A Maiya, it gives them an excuse, an excuse to evade the deity.

They are not irreligious; they follow the ancient prophecy's directives, since A Maiya's prophecy is openly endorsed by all Maztek churches.

Many Niksaran knelt, though the number was not large—about one‑third of them.

Most of them were parents who had personally experienced their children being offered as blood sacrifices.

The rest of the Niksaran were largely devout, often the most excited spectators of the blood rites.

As for children? The vast majority have none; a small fraction are truly antisocial, viewing children merely as sacrificial tools.

They looked at the kneeling Niksaran, shouted accusations, and some extremists even raised weapons to kill them.

The great dragon in the sky took everything in its sight; it merely lifted a claw lightly and whispered a chant.

Fine red lightning gathered at its fingertips, and in an instant, a frenzied electric serpent surged outward like a sea dragon.

Six Spell Circle Evocation mythic spell — 【Chain Lightning】!

Wails howled in the wind; gloomy vengeful spirits tangled in the lightning, striking a Niksaran who raised a spear. The massive current instantly turned him to charcoal, and the next moment the lightning split into two arcs spanning hundreds of meters, hitting two other devout Niksaran.

Under Naimi Xisi's will, the lightning divided from two to four, then four to eight; soon, thousands of bolts ravaged the city, instantly slaying countless iron‑headed Niksaran.

The Niksaran who had already knelt saw this, lowered their heads in terror. "If I'm not mistaken, is that Chain Lightning?"

Di Luo Na Ou wore a ghost‑struck expression at Naimi Xisi; as an 11th‑level Sorcerer red dragon, he was well‑versed in Evocation spells and easily recognized the incantation Naimi Xisi uttered, but the terrifying magic that killed thousands in an instant was certainly not the Chain Lightning he knew!

Naimi Xisi curled his lip. This wasn't over; how could power tainted by Zar Tek be so simple?

Soon, the Niksaran noticed something even more terrifying: the charred corpses struck by lightning staggered up from the ground, red arcs sparking from their bodies, eyes greedily scanning the living around them.

Naimi Xisi waved his dragon claw lightly; the charred corpses immediately targeted the surviving, non‑surrendered Niksaran, opening mouths like black holes, spewing scarlet lightning that turned the living into charcoal, then rushed forward greedily to feast.

"Tsk tsk, fine, seems my skill is lacking; this truly isn't Chain Lightning, a necromancy spell? Doesn't it look like a blend of Evocation and Necromancy?"

Di Luo Na Ou shook his head, amused at his own absurd guess; such terrifying magic could not be Chain Lightning—it would have to be at least a Nine Spell Circle spell.

Naimi Xisi's pupils snapped shut, and he said quickly, "Don't move; that big fellow is about to attack."

From afar, the pyramid had, since earlier, been continuously gathering layer after layer of golden auras from bottom to top, encircling it until the apex, when the whole structure radiated dazzling light.

"Bzzzz!"

!

The strange buzzing sounded again, and two thick golden beams shot from the pyramid's apex, racing at lightning speed toward the two dragons.

"Dammit!"

Di Luo Na Ou's expression changed dramatically; he fluttered his wings to flee, but it was already too late.

The beam was right before his eyes; he couldn't help closing them, yet the next moment, the familiar pain did not arrive.

"I told you, don't move."

From beside them, Juan Ce Long made a casual taunt; Di Luo Na Ou opened his eyes and saw the beam striking him being blocked by a white shield that rippled continuously.

"Is that your spell? It even blocked the pyramid's attack?" the red dragon said in disbelief.

Naimi Xisi chuckled lightly; he had just cast the Five Spell Circle protective spell 【Anti-Spell Domain】, which greatly boosts magical resistance within its area. With a twenty‑fold increase, the two dragons' magic resistance became absurdly high; aside from a few special spells that ignore resistance, even Nine Spell Circle spells could not harm them.

The pyramid's attack was indeed powerful, but still fell short of the Nine Spell Circle level.

Seeing a single attack ineffective, the golden aura began to gather again, this time covering a larger area.

Naimi Xisi's gaze hardened, and he roared loudly, "All Niksaran who don't want to die, evacuate the city immediately!"

The Niksaran clearly understood the pyramid's power and had already begun fleeing outward, except for the mother at the altar, who weakly tried to stand and carry her child.

But her broken hands could no longer hold the child.

(End of Chapter)