What Are You Waiting For?
A forbidden spell? Roger finally understood where Little Yura's confidence came from!
indeed.
Before forbidden spells.
Simply Magic Resistance isn't enough to be very effective.
But Little Yura didn't know that...
Even if it's a forbidden spell.
Roger also showed some resistance!...
"If he casts an Ascension-grade spell, I can avoid at least 40% of the damage."
"But if it's at the Immortal-grade, the situation is hard to say."
"What if this guy has a trump card up his sleeve and suddenly upgrades his abilities..."
Roger pursed his lips.
He shook his head.
This Little Yura.
They're definitely not that easy to deal with.
However, compared to Little Yura herself...
Roger's attention was drawn more to the mysterious "Eye of Abuluo".
Although the first one to appear, "Magic Martial Balance," was also very handsome.
But the Eye of Abuluo is of a higher rank!
"Is this the real divine artifact?"
"Does this mean that only those who have gained the approval of the Abyss Will and possess sufficient status can use Abyss artifacts?"
Roger stared intently at the mysterious patterns on the Eye of Abuluo.
now.
He devoted over 95% of his senses to extracting information from this abyssal artifact!
It's a pity.
The effect was not very obvious.
The Eye of Abuluo seemed extremely wary of Roger.
His senses touched it as soon as it came near.
They would be rejected without hesitation by the Eye of Abuluo! This left Roger with both regret and delight.
He could sense it.
This artifact contains unprecedented power.
This might be the most powerful artifact he's encountered since his transmigration! Meanwhile...
This also means that Roger may be facing the greatest risk he has encountered since his time travel.
The aura of the Eye of Abuluo slowly expanded.
Roger's back was already breaking out in a cold sweat without him even realizing it.
It felt as if a thousand needles were piercing his brain.
The Perception Authority sounded an alarm bell like a pot of boiling water!
In the past, this would have been the case.
Roger must be temporarily avoiding the limelight.
After all, there's no need to go head-to-head with power at the level of an Abyss Artifact.
But this time...
He had no intention of avoiding it!
He stared intently at the Eye of Abuluo.
I almost forgot about its owner!...
Faced with this scene.
Little Yura was very unhappy.
He disliked Roger's gaze.
The way he looked at what was in his pocket was a bit like a pervert spying on his wife...
Moreover, the demon hunter's gaze was far too blatant.
The other party didn't take him seriously at all! He seemed to be completely bewitched by the Eye of Abuluo.
It was as if this abyssal artifact was something the other party was determined to obtain!
This made Little Yura both annoyed and secretly pleased.
What annoyed me was Roger's attitude.
Secretly pleased, the other party's attitude might bring this suspenseful struggle to a close.
In order to obtain the essence of the Blue Blood King.
Little Yura has sacrificed so much.
At this moment.
Even the Abyss Will within him that propelled him forward did not allow him to retreat.
At present.
He closed his eyes intently.
The twelve Little Yura clasped their hands together.
They knelt in the void.
And this action is accompanied by...
The twelve Eye of Abuluo, however, glowed white and floated into the air.
Not long after.
All the Eye of Abuluo were heading towards the very center.
The white light intertwined with each other.
They eventually merged into a slightly larger Eye of Abuluo.
The twelve Little Yura surrounded the abyssal artifact like devout believers.
They slowly moved their position in mid-air.
Finally, it was adjusted to a relatively balanced circular formation.
"Look..."
A chorus of exclamations came from the Little Yura.
They stretched out their hands as if welcoming something.
The next moment.
Eye of Abuluo contracted slightly.
A low 'sizzle' sound came.
The Little Yura all let out a soft gasp.
Roger has a sharp eye.
He saw that the Little Yura ' robes seemed to have been lifted up by something.
At the base of the demon mage's incredibly thick thighs.
It has extremely repeated magic patterns and engravings.
The magic runes are dark purple.
The marks are scarlet.
And the grotesque crevices of flesh are clearly visible.
Roger saw it clearly.
Before that "Yes, sir".
Little Yura has three rings of magic markings and two engravings on her inner thighs.
But after that exclamation...
One of the rings of magic patterns slowly disappeared.
Instead.
It was the third, thick, and deep scratch! In that instant.
It felt as if someone had slashed his inner thigh with a sharp knife!
With the physique of Demon Lord.
Healing is a matter of instantaneous speed.
However, the wound did not heal successfully.
Instead, it rises slowly upwards.
A huge scratch, almost identical to the previous one, was formed! After the scratch ended.
The robes of the Little Yura slowly descended.
Roger could clearly sense it.
An extremely terrifying power erupted from the Eye of Abuluo! In the darkness...
It was as if a sleeping behemoth had been awakened!
His eyelids twitched slightly.
I glanced at the data panel.
"Warning: You have detected that Little Yura is further activating the Eye of Abuluo!"
"Warning: Little Yura has received temporary buffs in rank, domain, and Immortal Stele!"
"You realize that all spells cast by Little Yura over the next 6 hours will be considered to be at the immortal level and possess forbidden spell effects!"
"Turtle..."
"As expected of a demon, they've got some pretty fancy tricks up their sleeve!"
Roger sighed inwardly.
Although it always feels a bit strange for a grown man to have words carved on his thigh.
But the power from the abyss should not be underestimated.
And with the immense power provided by the Eye of Abuluo.
The Little Yura suddenly stood up from the ground.
They turned around.
They all turned to face Roger.
Their lips moved rapidly.
Except for the three Little Yura closest to Roger, who did not chant.
The remaining nine clones all began chanting spells! Even more outrageous...
The spells chanted by these nine clones were not all the same!...
"Warning: Little Yura is using the feat - Multi-Line Casting!"
In fact.
No sensory alerts are needed.
The Little Yura at the very front was already loudly reciting the contents of the spell she was about to unleash—
Roger knew.
He wasn't showing off.
Instead, it was about arranging the order in which the clones released their spells! At this moment.
Little Yura's gaze was not fixed on Roger.
His eyes were bright and clear.
It was as if he had seen through the void.
The Abyssal Language that he uttered was so powerful that Roger was able to comprehend its name through his perception.
But then, Little Yura roared like a god descending from a storm:...
"This is punishment for those who defy the abyss!"
This is retribution for those who obstruct the abyss!
This is torture for those who oppose the Abyss!
This is the Ether Torrent unleashed by the descendants of the blue blood! This is...
Endless Abyss!
Blazing Waterfall!...
Hand of Shattering!
Mind Blast!
Annihilation Singularity!
Great Destruction Spell!
Bavor's Soul Shattering Art!...
Domain Stealing!
Authority Rank Plunder!
..."
It was almost in sync with Little Yura's chanting.
Nine Immortal-grade forbidden spells flashed across Roger's data bar.
He glanced at the instructions.
That's when I knew these spells were extraordinary.
It would be difficult for an ordinary person to stop it.
Not to mention all of them mixed together.
And in order to deal with Roger.
The spells chosen by Little Yura were a mix of nine major spells, including Domain (Endless Abyss), Evocation (Blazing Waterfall and Hand of Shattering), Soul (Mind Blast and Bavor's Soul Shattering Art), Conjuration (Annihilation Singularity and Great Destruction Spell), and the rather rare Rank and Domain Intrusion! Even Roger had to admit it.
If you are pinned to the body by these nine Immortal-grade spells.
Even if they don't die, they'll be badly injured.
You need to know.
This level of spell is not a one-time use spell.
Although their duration is certainly not as long as the World-Ending Forbidden Spell.
But they will definitely relentlessly pursue Roger until he dies.
Faced with such magic.
Even "Deep Resurrection" might not be effective!...
"We still can't walk too tightrope!"
Roger silently reminded himself.
Fortunately, spells of the Immortal-grade and above usually have the drawback of a relatively long casting time.
An Immortal Spell.
It takes at least one and a half minutes to chant.
This is also why Little Yura left three clones without chanting.
He was doing this to counter any possible interruption from Roger! But Little Yura quickly realized this.
The man in front of him seemed to have no interest in interrupting his spell.
on the contrary.
He remained intently focused on the Eye of Abuluo.
It was as if his magic was utterly insignificant to him! Little Yura's heart pounded.
He was getting impatient.
He spoke first:
"I'm waiting for the spell to finish..."
What are you waiting for?
His voice sounded calm and clear in the chaotic space.
But Roger sensed a hint of unease.
That's true.
Little Yura's power does not come from herself.
Before the overall situation is settled.
Of course he would feel uneasy.
Roger then gave him a friendly smile, "Me?"
"I'm waiting for you to finish your spell!"
Upon hearing this...
A look of surprise crossed Little Yura's face.
Immediately.
His heart was filled with rage:
"This guy..."
"So arrogant?"
He was about to berate Roger for his frivolity.
But at this very moment...
Roger suddenly moved!
In an instant.
He flew into the air.
His eyes sparkled.
A pair of incredibly sharp vertical pupils slowly emerged! "Defense!"
Little Yura dared not be negligent.
The three of them went forward to meet them.
They tried to stop Roger.
But to his surprise...
Roger still showed no intention of launching a preemptive attack.
He was simply suspended in mid-air.
He swept his incredibly sharp eyes across the twelve people present! But it was this action that...
This put immense pressure on Little Yura.
Roger didn't make any move.
But his gaze seemed to see right through the twelve Little Yura's underwear! "What exactly are you..."
Little Yura looked at Roger with suspicion and uncertainty.
The latter suddenly raised a finger solemnly.
He pressed his index finger to his lips.
The next second.
This space then became strangely quiet.
"Notification: Your special ability 'Eye Technique: Absolute Insight ' is in effect..."
"You've discovered Little Yura's true form!"
"It's almost time."
Roger moved his index finger away.
He spoke calmly:
"But before that."
I still want to reiterate—
I really didn't expect someone to turn into a mage and fight me...
You don't actually think that Magic Resistance is my only strategy against mages, do you? That's a bit much...
What I mean is—
That's way too childish!
What happens next may be hard for you to accept.
But I swear I will take good care of your Demigod Artifact and the Eye of Abuluo for you.
You can probably rest assured about that.
I am not the kind of boorish person who would let a gem go to waste.
at last.
Although...
I personally didn't mean to target the mage...
Before the words were even finished.
Roger had already raised his right hand high.
The next second.
Under Little Yura's panicked gaze.
Under the bewildered gaze of countless demons.
Under Axiya's uneasy gaze.
A dazzling holy light shone down.
It shone on Roger like a spotlight.
That moment.
It seemed as if the whole world cherished it.
All of it fell on Roger! So he confidently raised his arm.
Pointing his index finger at Little Yura's true form!
An unseen and indescribable force burst forth from his fingertips! "Stop babbling..."
Roger said.
A slight tremor ran through the air.
Immediately afterwards.
The Little Yura's bodies began to convulse involuntarily! They all fell to the ground with a thud.
All the clones disappeared.
at last.
Only one Little Yura was left, rolling around on the ground with her hands covering her head!
The Eye of Abuluo in mid-air then turned around in confusion.
final.
That unvented power can only choose its host—
Little Yura! "Aaaaaah...!"
When that extremely shrill scream came from beneath the Celestial God Corpse.
Roger knew it.
Little Yura is doomed.
The only thing to consider is...
How many times can this guy be resurrected?
"It would be good to revive them a few more times."
"I'll farm some Abyss-related feats for future use!"
Roger thought about it with great interest.
I glanced at the data panel.
"Record: You used the standard move 'faint smile' 4 times, and you gained 4 extra Charge Up."
"You used the special ability ' Heaven and Earth Assistance '!"
"You used ' Finger of Mind Seal ' on Little Yura!"
"Finger of Mind Seal: Judgment Successful!"
You have permanently lost 3 points of Intelligence.
You've locked out 30 points of Little Yura's intelligence!...
Little Yura's current Intelligence is 5 points!...
Duration: 1 hour
"Warning: Little Yura's intelligence is insufficient to support the subsequent chanting of Immortal-grade spell!"
Little Yura is experiencing a spell outage and a spell backlash!
The Eye of Abuluo has turned against Little Yura!...
Little Yura is dead!
"Detected that you killed a spellcaster using spell backlash. You have achieved a new milestone: Fancy Spell Breaker."
"The Fancy Spell Breaker: Ruthless and Devastating, Killing Without Spells!"
"Corresponding title: Mage Enemy (The favorability of the spellcaster community decreases by 80%; a small portion of the spellcaster community will have extreme awe for you and regard you as a true god)"
"You killed Little Yura (LV149/ Demon Lord / Advanced Mage...)"
"Extermination Order: You have been granted 3 draw chances. Draw now?"
Roger decisively chose to deny it.
Although he is currently benefiting from the "Heaven and Earth Assistance".
Your luck in drawing lots is definitely not bad.
But a character like Little Yura wouldn't die so easily.
Looking at the pile of rotten flesh beneath the Celestial God Corpse.
Roger thought for a moment.
He did not go to see Little Yura.
Instead, it flew towards the Eye of Abuluo in mid-air!...