Chapter 307: Wei Erna

"North-side spore cloud concentration abnormal!"

Tie Xiu gritted his teeth at the yellow‑green mist before him, muttering curses of bad luck; normally these fungi are dormant, yet now, of all times, they have entered their annual breeding season.

His fierce gaze pierced the fog, sizing up the Drow woman with her back to him in the distance; the Spellcaster was clearly the leader of those spider‑transformed elves, and if he could assassinate her successfully—

"Charge with me!" he ordered coldly to the Barbarian Soldier beside him.

The Hyena Werewolf cavalry's assault was dazzling. Sixty hyenas bearing double‑axe warriors leapt out of the western Rift, their claws scorching the rock face with burning marks.

But, unfortunately, they faced not only a Mage with deep magical power, but also a priest favored by Luosi.

Wei Erna, already alert, flipped the Spellbook to the page titled "Mass Weakening Technique"; when the priest's staff clashed with the Mage's talisman, the charging Hyena Werewolf suddenly felt its muscles wither at a century‑fast rate.

The curse drained their stamina; the hyenas could no longer bear their master, and inertia sent them tumbling to the ground, unable even to rise.

"Time to clean up." Wei Erna crushed the trembling goblin gunner at her feet; black mist rose from her mithril spider‑web soft armor.

"valsharesszhahmzilstd'jal (Spider Queen despises the cowardly)!" Wei Erna intoned loudly, praising Luosi, as massive dark divine power continuously gathered upon the serpent‑head whip.

Eight‑Ring Divine Spell—【Luosi's Shadow】!

The black mist coalesced into three lingering spider spirits, then shattered into a million tiny soul‑spiders; this swarm of insects, formed from ancient forbidden runes, surged toward the remnants of the Dependents' army, gnawing metal and flesh from their armor.

"Buzz—"

A barely audible hum caught Wei Erna's attention, and her expression hardened; it was a sign of a teleportation spell.

Space folded like a tome torn by an invisible giant hand, silver Mana ripping the void in an instant, and a figure stepped out.

Simultaneously, the air beneath the entire dome turned into orange‑red fire clouds; these otherworldly magical flames were the power of the Eight‑Ring Conjuration spell 【Burning Cloud Technique】. With a roar, the cavern's ceiling was engulfed by this ultra‑hot plasma mist, the fog extending like agile tentacles, precisely targeting the millions of tiny shadow spiders.

The spider horde summoned by the mighty Eight‑Ring Divine Spell 【Luosi's Shadow】 was incinerated in an instant.

"Pleasant greeting." Wei Erna's profane pupils reflected the sky‑full fire rain as she leapt onto the charred skull of an abyssal giant spider toward an acid pool. When the priest's staff plunged into the water, boiling violet smoke rose, reshaping the dissipating spider ash into an acidic mist shield.

Such overwhelming power truly set her heart racing.

Wei Erna clenched her legs, her gaze hazy. She knew the newcomer meant ill, yet the opponent's handsome, striking looks—and such formidable power—

—made the inherently lecherous Drow elf unable to resist.

"Wei Erna Nightblade, third‑family eldest daughter of Menzoberranzan's ruling house, bearer of Ros's Whip." Each title trembled with spider‑web magic; she lifted her proud figure, introducing herself with the swagger of a peacock unfurling its plumage.

Naimi Xisi frowned; the Drow's greedy gaze made him uneasy.

"Leave my domain, Drow, before I grant you death." The Juan Ce Long, standing in the void, said expressionlessly.

Wei Erna was startled, then fury rose in her eyes.

Don't misunderstand; it wasn't the Juan Ce Long's warning that—

She already knew the true master behind this domain was an adult female black dragon, yet this man claimed to be its owner? The Drow knew all too well how potent the Five‑Colored Evil Dragon's territorial consciousness is; in her view, only one explanation remained—that the black dragon was this man's mate!

Damn filthy bitch! That dirty beast that only eats rotting food dares to claim such a handsome male—what a waste!

She eyed the Juan Ce Long covetously; its breathtaking beauty drew her in more and more—no, she had to have it!

Naimi Xisi didn't grasp the lewd thoughts swirling in the pervert‑like Drow's mind, but the Drow's increasingly palpable stare made him physically uncomfortable.

【Dissociation Technique】!

The air before Naimi Xisi split open a Rift glittering with emerald starlight; emerald‑green beams sliced through the air, instantly piercing the void.

When the beam brushed her cheek, the mithril spider‑web armor automatically triggered a "Spell Deflection" that dissolved like a web before a butter knife. Wei Erna's profane right‑eye pupil spasmodically contracted to a needle tip; the Spider Queen's blessing forcibly warped reality for 0.3 seconds—allowing her to tilt her neck so the death‑green ray aimed at her brow only singed three strands of hair.

"You," Wei Erna said blankly, turning to look at the spot struck by the Dissociation Technique.

Three Gray Dwarf corpses that had been kissed by the Dissociation Technique suddenly halted before the spell's power; their chainmail peeled away like melting beeswax, followed by muscle turning into colored dust, and finally their bones shattering into glowing phosphorescent particles that drifted away.

Wei Erna's tongue tasted the coppery scent of a torn Magic Net, the first time since she advanced to a 19th‑level priest that she felt a soul‑shiver outside of a divine descent. The Mage's talisman's embedded detection gem flickered wildly; analysis showed the Dissociation Technique's energy parameters exceeded those of a normal Six‑Ring spell by twentyfold.

How could this be? Could this delectable man possibly be a monster capable of stacking ten layers of ultra‑powerful sorcery?

"It seems you are finally serious." She pressed her blood‑soaked fingertip to her burned left cheek, using the pain to steady her trembling knee. Her tone softened and became respectful, yet carried a warning: "But offering such a powerful spell as a greeting—does that not overly pamper Ros's apostle?"

The Drow's innate arrogance kept Wei Erna graceful even against such a formidable foe; as a priest of Ros, she represents not only herself but also the Ros that dwells deep within the abyss.

Naimi Xisi snorted coldly, "Don't invoke a deity to frighten me; could you even cause that one to descend now?"

!

Wei Erna choked, unable to speak; she truly lacked confidence that Luosi would answer her request.

Even as a 19th‑level priest, within the vast Multiverse Luosi clearly could not constantly watch over a mere mortal priest.

Not to mention divine descent; such a descent is like when Naimi Xisi fought the wolf‑snake demon, and Selennye bestowed true divine power.

Whether bestowing true divine power or borrowing a follower's flesh to wield Legendary Level strength, both fall under divine descent—i. e., a deity lowering power and interfering with reality.

And this is precisely the act that the supreme god above strictly forbids.

It is said that before the Saint's Cataclysm, Luosi's followers were extremely arrogant; back then, no matter how powerful an opponent they met in the Underdark, a priest who offered sufficiently precious sacrifices (such as a meticulously plotted betrayal, an assassination like a work of art) would receive divine power from Luosi.

Of course, Drow possessed by Luosi often later turned into hideous, unintelligent spider‑transformed elves.

However, that situation has long vanished; now is the age of mortals, and no deity dares to overstep in the Tianyu Realm.

Even when projecting power, one must observe the three‑few principle: few instances, few amounts, few witnesses.

Ougma, as a great divine power, had expended massive true divine power to revive Naimi Xisi, breaking the "few amount" rule and was punished.

Naimi Xisi does not believe that Luosi, wielding only moderate divine power, could be exempt.

(End of Chapter)