Chapter 53
"Kill them all."
The final result was similar to what I had predicted, except that the dark mage apprentice wasn't turned into a demonic puppet in the master's tower; instead, the master became a weapon in the apprentice's hands. I think a dark mage should be prepared for not being properly buried when he decides to start committing evil, especially since I haven't bothered his remains with any dirty work over the years. This is the first time I've summoned him to fight.
If the Hellfire away his soul, I would have turned him into a lich. A lich's combat power is far greater than that of a demonic puppet. A lich has consciousness, while a puppet is like that—if I don't give it a command, it just acts like an idiot. —Teacher, please don't cut the mechanical parts! You're a mage, where do you get the strength to cut through a metal shell? Can you just cut off its head?
I was so angry that I summoned my thorny whip and lashed him hard, but I accidentally broke his cervical vertebrae... I have to glue them back on when I get home, it's so annoying.
The burning of enemies by Hellfire gives me pleasure, but I am also terrified by this pleasure. Fighting against negative emotions requires willpower, but it is still much simpler than resisting pleasure. This is probably the same principle as Moli being afraid of pain but able to bravely get vaccinated, yet unable to give up time-travel novels no matter what.
Suddenly, my chaotic thoughts were interrupted by a scream:
"Oh dear?" Luolan's voice sounded... eerie. He exclaimed, "Speaker Reynold, why have you fainted?"
Chapter 53
The wails of vengeful spirits filled the air, including those of my teacher. This lack of practice is a downside—it can lead to completely unexpected negative effects. For example, I never imagined that my teacher, even in death, would still be howling. Did he perhaps feel that his apprentices were all howling, and that his silence would make him seem out of place?
... Looks like I'll have to dismantle his vocal cords when we get home. His screams are worse than a banshee's wail, and while Death Banshee's wail carries a mental attack, his screams are completely useless and just noise pollution.
Compared to him, Moli's screams were practically soft whispers!
"Shut up!" I couldn't help but yell.
... My command had an immediate effect, and the vengeful spirits and my teacher went into a state of frenzied rage, but I assure you their rage was absolutely silent; the rage of the dead was more intense than Hellfire, and they frantically tore at the Electronic Demon, silently scattering battery fluid everywhere.
I examined the mess of bits of flesh and entrails scattered on the floor, the bright red and blue battery fluid looking rather gaudy... Hmm, Reynold must have been terrified by this, I guess.
Mel was using the simplest Lightning Strike Spell, but for spells, advanced doesn't necessarily mean suitable. Choosing the most appropriate spell at a crucial moment, even a basic Lightning Strike Spell, can be more effective than casting a forbidden spell. This demonstrates a spellcaster's judgment— Mel truly is an excellent archmage; he swiftly discovered the Electronic Demon's weakness in my attack—their physiological system requires a circuit connection, and the battery fluid in the circuit is charged.
The batteries are charged... This sounds like a truism, but it's a very useful one, because the physical parts of the Electronic Demon are still afraid of electricity! As long as we use Lightning Strike Spell to break through the circuit barriers, the batteries inside their bodies will become our allies.
Although the Hellfire was powerful, it took time to burn them to death. Burning the Hellfire for a long time was very taxing on my mental energy. Mel's judgment was accurate and efficient. The Electronic Demon whose circuit boards were pierced by his Lightning Strike Spell were all lying on the ground twitching, struggling to continue attacking us. But Mel's aim was extremely accurate. Not a single demon could touch even a corner of our clothes.
So I stopped focusing on casting the spell, feeling slightly dizzy, but thankfully, Mel quickly caught me. He raised his hand and gently massaged my temples. While doing so, he was still able to calmly and methodically unleash lightning, and his grasp of the overall situation was extremely precise. Lightning Spell are single-target attacks, and Mel didn't hesitate to decide which target to hit first and which to hit next. I couldn't help but applaud his precise judgment.
Compared to them, the other three were just standing there dumbfounded. It was one thing for Luolan to stand there—after all, no one needed treatment—but what was wrong with Lusien and Angela?
I couldn't help but worry. Were they thinking about how to arrest me later?
Mel frowned and said to them, "What are you standing there for? Why aren't you seizing the opportunity? Did you come here to have the whole theater to yourself?"
Lusien numbly swung his sword at the cyborgs, giving me the illusion that he was Mel's puppet. Mel could only sigh and begin to give orders. He assigned tasks to several people, and Luolan was also assigned by Mel to pick up a gun and help Lusien and Angela finish off the cyborgs. Soon, few of the Electronic Demon were able to move.
Wow, that's cool! Mel's command is so organized, amazing! I'm terrible at managing people, I can't even discipline my own mischievous assistants.
A moment later, we stood amidst the chaos, silently watching Reynold lying on the ground, his life hanging in the balance.
"CPR?" Luolan asked excitedly, rubbing her hands together.
Lusien silently pulled him back behind him, leaving Luolan looking dejected.
"I think it's CPR, and they should use an electric shock," Mel suggested earnestly.
Lusien stepped directly in front of Reynold...
"Shouldn't we run? I can carry Speaker Reynold and run," Lusien said. "Hellfire? This is Hellfire, isn't it? This stuff won't extinguish until it burns away all the souls..."
He was speechless, somewhat embarrassingly, because I was waving my hand, and the Hellfire was slowly shrinking, eventually going out like a campfire after the firewood had burned out.
"Will of Nature has favored me... truly..." Lady Angela made the druidic prayer gesture with her hands and began to chant a hymn.
Well...
I thought sadly, "So, am I going to be on the wanted list?"
... In the end, I'm the one who dragged Mel into this mess. He would have been willing to flee with me, but I still feel guilty...
"Please take a picture with me!!!" Ms. Angela suddenly pounced on me, startling me so much that I quickly backed away. However, my speed as a skinny mage was no match for the druid's explosive power. She rushed in front of me, grabbing my shoulders with both hands. For a moment, I thought she and Moli had swapped souls. I couldn't believe that this terrifying woman with bright, sparkling eyes was the outstanding and ruthless druid Mourner.
Wait, Ms. Angela meant, a group photo?
Are they taking... the registration photo before I go to jail?
"Oh my god... you don't know, I've always been your fan!" Ms. Angela burst into tears of joy, her excitement overflowing. Her reaction was exactly like Moli's when she was a fan, but... but this situation just seemed so strange! Who was she talking about? Me? Who was whose what?
Rice noodles? Are you sure it's not the rice noodles you're eating?
Ms. Angela, are you under Confusion Spell?
I looked around blankly and found everyone staring at me—but unlike what I expected, there was no disgust or fear in their eyes. Instead, it was as if I had suddenly met my idol face to face and received a signed album from him... There was a strange atmosphere. How should I describe it? Rather, I saw a row of Moli standing in front of me, ready to kneel down and kiss my robe.
No, no, I was just joking. You guys aren't really planning to imitate Moli and pounce on me and hug my waist, are you?
What's going on?
"It really is you... it really is! A once-in-a-lifetime event! I've actually met my idol in my lifetime! Will of Nature has smiled upon me! I must praise the greatness of nature!!!" Ms. Angela shouted, her voice filled with such gusto that I had to yell at her to ask questions, otherwise she wouldn't hear me.
"Ms. Angela, what nonsense are you spouting?"
"Yes! I thought I was going crazy!" Angela shouted, "You are 'Flame of Fury'! I've finally met you in person! If I post this on the fan club forum, they'll be so envious!!!"