I Created Scientific Magic-Chapter 670 - 555: All Are Ants Beneath the True God!
Chapter 670 -555: All Are Ants Beneath the True God!
“Ah~~”
The dark green poisonous fog instantly enveloped the surrounding guards. Amidst a series of piercing screams, their armors corroded completely, their skin and flesh rapidly dried up and dehydrated, and soon, they dissolved into a pool of dark green pus, merging with the fog.
This technique, previously used by the great demon Nickru in the northern borders, had been contained by the combined efforts of Harrov and others using Storm Breath and several shots of Sun Flame Cannon, never really showing its true potential.
However, now was different, without an equal presence, the power of the Corpse Explosion Technique was quickly displayed to its fullest extent.
The guards, stripped of life, had their souls directly extracted, their bodies turned into nourishment and merged into the poisonous fog, which continued to spread, devouring more people.
This was the terrifying nature of the Necromantic Fog, with virtually no upper limit, it could expand indefinitely until it swallowed all living beings!
“Flame Touch…” Wizard Bird raised his hand and unleashed a burst of intense fire, attempting to burn the poisonous fog entirely.
Clearly, this was futile, a mere wizard’s magic, how could it possibly contend with a legendary technique? The searing flames, upon nearing the deadly fog, instead got completely corroded, and the dark green poisonous fog rapidly spread further.
Wizard Bird’s expression suddenly changed as he realized he couldn’t dissolve the Necromantic Fog, he hurriedly ordered everyone to immediately evacuate the area.
Civilians in the nearby areas had already been evacuated, but the soldiers guarding here couldn’t outrun the rapidly spreading Necromantic Fog.
A series of wailing spirits and moans echoed through the thick fog, frightening enough to chill one’s heart.
A guard, trying to flee in panic, was knocked down by the aftermath of the technique, and as the approaching spirits in the surging fog were about to pounce, a look of deep despair appeared on his face.
Just then, a mysterious gust of wind swept through, carrying the spreading poisonous fog in the opposite direction.
The guard who narrowly escaped death was momentarily stunned, then hurriedly scrambled away. Wizard Bird, who had been bracing himself to continue trying to break the fog with ice and thunder, was also taken aback, simply watching as the fog was blown towards an uninhabited area.
The most surprised was Cecil, hidden in the shadows all along. The Soul Fire in his eyes blazed fiercely, his heart already on alert. The Necromantic Fog created by the Corpse Explosion Technique was essentially a congregation of resentful spirits and wouldn’t be affected by ordinary storms.
Had enemy reinforcements arrived?
“[Grand Lich]” Cecil thought to himself as several piercing roars came from a distance.
Faster than the speed of sound were two supersonic missiles. The Dragon of Cold Winter, Walok, who had just risen from the ground after being struck down by the Judgement Spear, was struck by the magical missiles carrying the Undying Flame, hitting its head.
Two dazzling white lights flashed, accompanied by scorching high temperatures, and a fierce explosion sound immediately resonated outside the royal city.
Walok, who had just stood up and then suffered a major blow again, could be said to be extremely unlucky, but to Cecil, it seemed quite normal. With Walok’s large size and arrogant demeanor, it was essentially a moving target; not drawing fire would have been strange.
This was why he had brought Walok along, knowing full well that Walok didn’t exactly follow commands. For someone like him with weak close combat abilities, a tank to absorb the firepower was needed.
Under the vigilant gaze of “[Grand Lich]” Cecil, a fighter jet had already appeared in the sky above in the distance, roaring as it sped towards them, the source of the two missiles.
A loud dragon roar followed, and an enraged Walok, cold air swirling around him, then with a fierce swipe of his claw, ruthlessly tore off the half of a wing covered in Undying Flame.
Having previously encountered the strange Undying Flame in a foreign land, and vividly remembering it, Walok had naturally figured out a way to deal with it—his Breath of Cold could temporarily suppress it, and the simplest method, of course, was to tear off the parts tainted by the flames.
Amidst a roar, Walok flew up again, charging directly towards the fighter jet.
Seeing Walok dealing with the strange flying machine, Cecil no longer paid attention. In fact, his troubles had already arrived; in just a moment, two streaks of light had already reached him from the front and back.
It was Harrov and Aurora who had arrived!
Relieved to see that the royal city hadn’t been completely breached, both of them then focused on the figure floating in front, a skeleton with all flesh stripped, obviously the Grand Lich.
This was at least an eighth-ring, no, more likely a ninth-ring legendary spellcaster!
Harrov and Aurora simultaneously sensed the formidable threat emanating from him, no less intimidating than the great demon that had emerged from the Space-Time Gate earlier.
Here without the large number of Sun Flame Cannons for support, they were not fully confident they could take him down.
The best they could do was to hold on until Vittorio, after sorting out the chaos within the royal city, came to assist. Together, their odds of victory might be higher.freёweɓnovel.com
