Dragon-Devouring Mage Chapter 265

Episode 265

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After several hours of close combat, Marquis Mason lightly relieved his stiff neck.

I feel my fingers twitching lightly. He is an archer who has fired more than a million arrows in his lifetime.

A fair number of arrows or rapid fire couldn’t make his fingers, let alone his fingertips, twitch.

Nevertheless, there is only one reason why convulsions occur.

This is because each arrow was fired with the momentum of a one-hit kill.

A series of attacks that could split the ground with just one shot and topple a rocky hill with just a few arrows.

But the surprising thing is-.

‘Even after pouring out that much attack, I still can’t decide the match.’

——The only thing left for each other is minor wounds and wasted energy.

When he raised his head, he saw eyes that were staring at him while floating at a higher altitude than himself.

Beyond the red eyes, an amber aura that causes numb fear is intermittently revealed.

Was it torn apart by the gust of wind created by the arrow? The robe and top of conquest he was wearing had long since been torn to shreds.

You can see blood dripping down through the sparsely exposed skin.

However, none of them were fatal wounds. That was the only wound that Marquis Mason had inflicted on Russell during the hours of fierce fighting.

Besides, Marquis Mason wasn’t just fine.

His whole body had scars similar to Russell’s, carved all over the place.

Not only that, but her skin and hair were tanned and gave off a nasty smell.

The sun god’s jeondong (箭桐), which seemed to provide an infinite supply of arrows, also had nothing to compare to before.

In the midst of that, Marquis Mason let out a long sigh.

‘Monster…’

It was because he noticed where the weight was leaning towards in this match that seemed to be tied at first glance.

‘Even in the middle of the fight, he continued to get stronger…’

As he thought, Russell was slowly moving towards becoming a complete 8th Circle Master through a fierce battle with Marquis Mason.

He has leaped from the past where he lacked understanding of the new stage of the 8th Circle, where he was only full of horsepower, to a level where he can confidently introduce himself as the Master of the 8th Circle.

Of course, there is still a little lack, but even this will be filled before long.

‘…It even looks like there are still a few numbers left.’

That was the reason why he fought Marquis Mason for several hours purely with his own skills, leaving behind a hand he could use as the Dragon Emperor.

Mumble mumble-.

As if to show that fact, Russell’s momentum changed once again as he spat blood.

Crushed, as soon as he clenched his fists, an amber glare exploded through Russell’s eyes.

Hwaaak!

‘Now…!’

You can put emphasis on formulas that have only been sketched out. Through him, he can bring unfinished magic to perfection.

Sensing that fact, Russell spread his fingertips.

He commanded his own magic power, which rotated in eight circles.

Russell Raymond.

『Decision Warfare Type 3』

“『Kowloon Myth Fire Team』”

The magic that burst out like an explosion spreads out in all directions and flickers.

Whoa!

Heaven and earth were on fire.

A pillar of fire soared through the ground, isolating the area and pouring out its heat.

The flames were strong enough to dry up not only the clouds that covered the sky, but also the moisture in the air.

Roaring!

The Undead and Imperial forces located within the area were instantly engulfed in flames and turned into charcoal.

“—!!”

…Grrrrr.

The lungs hit by the hot wind met their end without even having time to exhale the hot air.

Soldiers and knights, both high and low, raised their heads in the blow of nine dragons of flame.

Summoning a dragon that rampages wildly in an isolated space is the essence of Kowloon Mythology.

If the type 2 fire spear was purely a magic that was conceived for an anti-personnel war, the type 3, Guryong Shinhwajo, was a magic that encompassed both anti-person and anti-army magic.

Krrrrrr-!

Nine dragons wriggled their huge bodies in a circle as if they were coiled.

─────Rest.

Everything that exists in that trajectory is burned at once.

As if magma flowed down, the ground melted along the dragon’s trajectory.

The melted surface of the earth sizzles and spreads the acrid smell of sulfur. A

dragon dance performed by nine dragons. It takes only a few seconds for everything in its path to carbonize and disappear.

In the meantime, the heat that could not escape within the isolated space continued to condense.

The blazing and melting earth, the air boiling as if a wildfire had spread out, could be called a flame-heated hell in itself.

In about 3 seconds at most, the nine dragons that created hell in the human world and burned everything in the area raised their heads in unison.

Krrrr-.

The moment the bright red eyes, like jade flame, turned to Marquis Mason, nine fire dragons opened their mouths.

It turned everything it had swallowed into energy and poured out heat.

────────────!!!!

An overwhelming amount of blinding light fills the isolated space, and the otherwise heated air boils up once more!

Overwhelming heat that the culprit can’t even breathe properly.

Pababat Pod!

Surprisingly, Marquis Mason was moving in the midst of it.

He fired a breath of flame flying at him with an arrow of the sun to offset it, and at the same time rotated his body to fire another arrow.

Wedge!

An arrow shot at a speed several times the speed of sound pierced through space at once and headed towards Russell in a straight line.

The number of arrows following it is seven!

It is a rapid fire that shoots a total of eight arrows in one breath.

but-.

None of the arrows reached Russell.

Krrrrrr-!

Suddenly, a dragon appeared, wriggling its huge body, and blocked Russell’s way.

Beopbeobung!

The body of the fire dragon that collided with the arrow shakes violently.

The shock wave from the sonic boom exploded the flames that made up the dragon’s body, and one dragon died.

But after a while.

The bursting embers coalesced into one, forming the shape of a huge dragon again.

‘What what…’

Marquis Mason’s body stopped involuntarily at the phenomenal sight.

“…You mean you still have this much magical power left?”

Marquis Mason’s skills were comparable to those of the 8th Circle Master, but to be honest, the total amount of his Auras he possessed was a little less than the normal 8th Circle Master.

If I had to convert it into numbers, it would be about 80%.

His aura is almost exhausted, but he still has the energy to unleash and restore this level of magic!

It was only natural for Marquis Mason to be the flagship.

Of course, this was an illusion stemming from the fact that Russell’s magical density and chastity were exceptionally high compared to other wizards… but anyway.

‘…’

There is no reason for Russell to explain the inside story in detail.

Knock roar!

A terrifyingly long spear of flame emerges as it grabs the air.

It wasn’t a firecracker.

In the current situation where the form of the decisive battle was changed to the Kowloon Shinhwajo, it was not easy even for Russell to create a fire point spear.

Grabbing the magic spear of the Gaebolg flame, which had raised its power and heat to the limit through 14 stacks and compressions, Russell threw himself at Marquis Mason.

A momentary hesitation, as if digging into that gap, Russell’s new model was launched in an instant.

Krrrrrr!

Nine dragons followed after him.

.

.

Chiyiyi…!!

Even though the territory of the Guryong Sinhwajo was lifted after about 10 minutes had passed since the battle, the heated air around the area did not subside easily.

Russell let out a long breath as the land that flowed like magma slowly hardened and sparse red heat flowed out.

“Whoa….”

Have you ever exhausted your strength like this since you reached the level of the 8th circle and matured through various ancient magics including Hell Fire?

‘I don’t think there was.’

From that point of view, it’s just that he didn’t borrow the power of dragons or spirits.

This fight was a full-on battle for Russell as well.

The reason why they were able to win in that fight was only the overwhelming difference in magic power rather than the difference in pure skill.

‘It’s not enough yet.’

Sensing that fact, Russell nodded.

Is it because the battle is over?

As soon as the tension was relieved, a strong sense of exhaustion swept through his entire body.

‘Kuh….’

A moment of staggering. Russell frowned as he picked up a new model among them.

The remaining magic power barely exceeded one-third (1/3) of the usual.

It was still not a small amount, but compared to the usual times like the Great Sea, the difference was obvious.

In addition, Solomon’s crown floating on Russell’s shoulder seemed to have consumed all of his accumulated mental power, and it had been reverse summoned for a long time.

It was because the amount of mental power consumed to summon and maintain the Kowloon Mythology was so enormous.

‘I’ll have to find a way to increase the efficiency a bit more.’

If it wasn’t for that, I wouldn’t be able to reach the 4th type envisioned as the final form of a decisive battle that was only completed in theory.

‘Of course, it’s not something I’m going to do right now.’

By defeating Marquis Mason, the victory tilted toward the allies.

However, that only crossed the bend ridge, but the victory was not confirmed.

Calming his boiling mana, Russell gazed at his surroundings.

At the same time, the figure of the master who seemed to have finished the fight with Muyaho and the Arch Lich, who was running amok after defeating two superhumans, caught my eye.

Even from the rear, the support fire of the fairies led by Arain and Io was flying nonstop.

In addition, there are several superhumans of the allies who lead each army and show overwhelming majesty.

There was resistance everywhere, but in fact, it was after the victory was passed to Endymion’s army.

However-.

“Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

“Die to die!”

“Kyaaaaaaagh!”

—Something was strange about the situation.

The commanders of the enemy countries who were supposed to declare surrender or retreat continued to raise their voices and push the soldiers.

A sight as if they had gone mad all at once. No, they weren’t the only ones crazy.

At one point, even the soldiers of the Empire were running at them as if they were insane, their eyes red.

‘This!’

Blind aggression that gnaws with teeth when the hand holding the sword disappears!

One of the magicians of Endymion murmured with a puzzled expression at the momentum that was closer to that of a beast than a human.

“And Gwanghwa Magic…!”

His cry spread out in waves.

“Heh, it’s the black tower’s madness magic———!”

Even excluding the undead, hundreds of thousands.

Gwanghwa magic was applied to all of the imperial troops rushing forward.

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