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Chapter 249: i have a fire you can never consume
Chapter 249: i have a fire you can never consume
Black flames engulfed the towering Beast King, but failed to stop its advance.
Alfman charged through the flames in Zankro's shocked gaze and landed a punch on his chest.
“Ugh... ah!”
The sound of bones cracking echoed, Zankro let out a painful cry, spitting blood, and flew backward, crashing into the crowd.
“Lord Zankro!”
“Ah! Ah! Ah!”
“That guy just...”
The lackeys were thrown into a panic, a few who still maintained their composure called out:
“Don’t just stand there, attack together! Such a powerful magic, it won’t last long!”
“Oh!!!”
Everyone surged forward, forming a semicircle in front of Alfman, then they became cautious.
Alfman made no unnecessary movements, just standing there.
His shirt had completely disappeared, and his lower body was left with only a damaged pair of pants. His shoulders, chest, and ankles were still adorned with tiny black flames.
He just stood there, making the surrounding lackeys hesitate to approach.
At a certain moment, Alfman suddenly widened his eyes, opening his mouth to reveal a full set of fangs:
“Roar!!!”
The violent roar sounded like an explosion, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind that spread out in front of him.
“Ah~~~”
The surrounding lackeys were blown about, their clothes disheveled, hats flying, hair standing on end, and those at the forefront even felt their cheeks stinging, as if they could smell the blood in the air.
“No, not magic, just...”
“What is this guy...”
“Mon, monster!”
The word "monster" expressed everyone's thoughts, they trembled, involuntarily retreating, some even falling to the ground.
Alfman didn’t spare another glance at them, instead turning around to return to Mal and Vina.
Even with his back to the enemy, even with his form restored, not a single person dared to take a step forward.
Alfman placed a hand on Mal’s shoulder: “Bandage her wounds, try to stop the bleeding. Wait for our companions to regroup, then there might still be a chance to save her.”
Mal was still immersed in the grief of losing her last relative, eyes lifeless: “Such severe injuries, so severe...”
Alfman grabbed Mal’s collar, leaning in close to her face, and shouted: “If you give up too! She will really die! She is your sister, isn’t she?!”
“Act like a man, at least she still has a chance to be saved! You damn fool, acting like this...”
“I know, I will do it right away!” Mal finally regained her resolve.
She tore off her own clothes, struggling to bandage her sister’s wounds, applying pressure to stop the bleeding. Even though she didn’t know if it would help, if she didn’t try, she would have nothing.
The lackeys hesitated whether they should take this opportunity to grab someone, but the voices behind them made them shudder.
“You... all just standing there for what?”
“Lord Zankro!”
Zankro limped over, his right hand covering his left shoulder, his chest seemed somewhat caved in, his yellow hair more disheveled than before, and a trail of blood still hung from the corner of his mouth.
But even in this state, the lackeys still feared him, instinctively making way for him.
Zankro was too exhausted to argue, shakily moving forward: “Damn, to actually dare to make me this desperate...”
“You..."
Alfman stood up, still shielding his two siblings behind him, but his face now showed signs of fatigue.
He had reached his limit.
First, the prolonged battle, then the massive consumption of magic to protect his siblings, followed by the full-body reception of the Beast King...
(The remaining magic was just enough to not let him be overwhelmed again.)
Alfman patted his pocket, his magic book was gone, and he was left with only two cracked magic crystals.
Lod always said to be prepared, but these preparations had never been used.
But now, Alfman had to give himself one last chance.
“Come on, next round!” Zankro’s left hand seemed awkward, only extending his right hand to hold a ball of flame.
He called out passionately, “The fire of the gods will turn you to ashes!”
Alfman’s face was grave, a cold sweat trickling down his forehead: “Ready, this time I won’t run away, I have no choice.”
“Ah.” Mal tightened the cloth around her sister’s body, preparing to flee.
The two magic crystals fell at Zankro’s feet, booming explosions shattered the ground, the fire engulfing Zankro.
"Lord Zankro!"
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
The power of the Explosive Magic Crystals was impressive, the shockwave from the intense explosion even lifting a few nearby lackeys off the ground.
But Alfman was somewhat stunned, he hadn't even made a move yet!
"It's above us!"
Alerted by Mal, Alfman looked up, a smile spreading across his face: "Lod!"
Lod, covered in red feathers, landed beside Alfman: "Sorry, I'm late. I ran into a bit of trouble."
Just as Alfman was about to say something, he saw the flames from the explosion quickly dissipate, as if Zankro had absorbed them into his mouth like water.
"Such a tasteless flame," Zankro wiped his mouth, removing the blood along with it, "Another one to offer to the Divine Fire."
"He actually ate the fire!"
Mal was shocked, but Lod and Alfman were familiar with such scenes.
This only made their hearts heavier.
Lod asked, hoping for a response: "Are you a Dragon Slayer Mage?"
To his surprise, the other party actually answered.
"Dragon Slayer?" Zankro said with disdain, "Don't compare such low-level magic to me. I am the one who can slay gods, the God Slayer Mage!"
Alfman understood, that's why this guy kept talking about Divine Fire.
Even if he was a God Slayer Mage, with Lod here, they could... but he suddenly paused. Something was off.
Alfman suddenly realized that when Lod attacked Zankro, he used Explosive Magic Crystals, not magic.
He remembered Lod always saying that the magic book and magic crystals were the last resort. So, Lod's condition might not be much better than his own?
Lod was unimpressed by Zankro's boast. Whether it was God Slayer magic or Dragon Slayer magic, in the end, they were just types of Lost Magic. What was there to brag about—
If he was so powerful, why did Alfman beat him up so badly?
But... this guy seemed to be the type who would fall for such a simple provocation.
He 'shocked' said, "So, it's the God Slayer Magic that's even above Dragon Slayer Magic! No wonder you can eat such high-temperature explosive flames!"
"Hahaha..." Zankro laughed heartily, "Flames, after all, were granted to mortals by the gods! All the flames in the world are under the control of the gods!"
Lod 'retorted' indignantly, "Don't be so full of yourself. I have a flame you absolutely can't eat!"
"Impossible! If you really have such a flame, show it to me!"
He really fell for it! Alfman was dumbfounded; he couldn't understand how someone so badly injured could still be so... he didn't even know how to describe it.
The lackeys wanted to warn Zankro not to listen to the enemy, but they were afraid they would be burned to death if they opened their mouths, so they kept quiet.
After all, it's just a flame, Lord Zankro will be fine... right?
"Then watch closely!" Lod gripped his pendant and chanted, "Appear here, Spirit of Fire, answer my call!"
"Primeval Stone Beetles (in a very low voice)."
Lod strained his magic: "Receive—Primeval Stone Beetles!"
Two stone beetles appeared, and Lod completed the reception.
Alfman was somewhat confused; this wasn't what he expected. Wasn't the one who could use fire that tree monster?
"Next is the strongest flame in the world, are you ready?"
It seemed to be a combined attack with a monster, no wonder he was so confident.
But as long as it was fire, Zankro had nothing to fear: "Come on! All flames are..."
Zankro's words trailed off, and his expression froze.
Because he saw the larger stone beetle bite Alfman, the smaller one bite Mal, and both burrow into the ground.
Lod also turned around, picked up the unconscious Vina, and ran, sinking into the ground as he went.
What about the strongest flame? What about the combined magic... it was all a lie!
Zankro was so angry that his whole body was trembling.
He clasped his hands, even using his injured left arm, and slammed them into the ground with scorching black flames!
"Y-You—D-Damn—T-Thing!!!"
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Contribution: "The System is Abstract, But I Am Too"
Synopsis: I haven't traveled through time, but the system insists I have. No problem, it can still run thanks to bugs and has saved me multiple times from dire situations.
As for where these dire situations come from, don't ask.
(End of Chapter)
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