Mage Legend
Chapter 182: Episode 65 Electric Fire_3

Chapter 182: Episode 65 Electric Fire_3

The lightning in his hand seemed to have a mind of its own, like a silver whip lashing out at the Dark Elf a few steps away. Somizar raised his left hand, and the ring on his middle finger gleamed brightly. The fierce flow of lightning was like falling into a bottomless vortex, instantly absorbed by that ring.

"Holy Punishment from the Spider Goddess! Flame Strike!" The Dark Elf’s right hand pointed at the mage, Lynch.

"Watch out!" Zilvra suddenly exerted force, using her shoulder to push Lynch out of the way. The Floating Disc that always followed the spellcasters flew out with Lynch, carrying its stone legs. The descending flames struck Zilvra, who remained in place.

Climbing up from the ground, Lynch saw the female Drow engulfed in flames being knocked into the air, trailing black smoke as her body drew an arc, blood spraying from her mouth into the air. Zilvra’s eyes were tightly shut, as if she had lost consciousness.

Lynch said nothing, firing another bolt of lightning toward Somizar.

The priest smiled slightly, as if mocking the mage’s stupidity, knowing full well that the lightning would be absorbed by his ring, yet using the same attack again! "Humans! Truly foolish creatures! Not even as good as a reptile!"

Lynch still didn’t say a word, a shimmering silver Light Sphere flashing with runes appeared on his refined gold left hand.

The power of the lightning suddenly intensified, and the immense energy surged toward the male Drow like a flood escaping a broken dam. Somizar felt an immense electric current field forming before him. Though the lightning had not reached him yet, his hair was already standing on end.

This lightning could no longer be described as a "bolt." In the Dark Elf’s eyes, it was indistinguishable from the lightning breath of a Blue Dragon. The mage did not give him any time or space to evade. Somizar raised his left hand, placing his hope on the ring that could absorb spells.

The tip of the lightning dove into the ring, but the endless stream of electric dragons from the mage’s hand surged ceaselessly. The ring on the Dark Elf’s left hand began to tremble constantly, waves of stabbing pain emanating from his middle finger.

"Pop~" A soft sound echoed as a small crack appeared on the gemstone in the ring.

"Boom!" A muffled thunderclap exploded inside the Spider Goddess’s Holy Temple, the strong air currents toppling everything inside the temple except Lynch. The statue of the Spider Goddess swayed incessantly in the gale. Black granite columns fractured, and bits broke off, vanishing into the wind in an instant.

Somizar was violently hurled into the air from the explosion’s center, his body crisscrossed with scars from the lightning, yet no blood was spilled— the intense heat of the electrical discharge seared his torn muscles while tearing them apart, causing the wounds to be forcibly "fused" back together.

His left hand continuously sent out small explosions, accelerating the Dark Elf’s flight through the air, speeding toward the temple’s ceiling.

"Power Wall Technique!" Lynch chanted a spell, layering a protective shield over the ceiling. Somizar slammed heavily into this wall, his body squeezed from both sides by massive forces, his bones resounding with cracking and breaking noises. Then, like a feather, he helplessly drifted down from the rooftop.

"Fireball!" Lynch wielded his magic wand, and vivid flames immediately glowed, illuminating the hall. The Dark Elf priests, who had just risen from the floor, clutched their eyes in agony, chanting loudly, "Spider Goddess, protect us!"

The Fireball opened its fiery maw, fiercely engulfing Somizar. The orb of fire quivered a few times, as if savoring the taste of the dark-skinned creature.

Unsatisfied with the Drow’s taste, the Fireball exploded, spitting out the unpalatable stuff. This time, the Dark Elf was completely torn to pieces.

Lynch ran to Zilvra’s side, took out the Recovery Potion she had just given him, and poured it into the Dark Elf’s mouth. The color gradually returned to Zilvra’s face, she opened her eyes and smiled, "I bet you fought beautifully..."

"Maybe..." A strong headache struck, the long-suppressed pain flared up, and Lynch felt everything blur, unable to support the weight of the female Drow in his arms any longer, he fell into darkness.

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