SWDnovel Chapter 93 The Domain of Fear
Chapter 93 The Domain of Fear
Chapter 92 The Domain of Fear
The beam of light was filled with a vitality so intense it was almost nauseating.
At Victor's severed left wrist, granulation tissue began to writhe wildly. Bones regenerated, meridians reconnected, and skin covered the area.
It only takes the time it takes to breathe.
A perfectly intact left hand has grown back!
Not only that, all the wounds on his body that had been corroded by the power of annihilation had healed completely, leaving not a single scar.
Victor stretched his newly grown wrist, clenched his fist, and made a cracking sound.
"Thanks, head butler."
He shouted it without turning his head.
On the city wall, Olivia was deathly pale, looking as if she had just been pulled out of the water, and leaned weakly against the crenellations.
That "life reshaping" just now almost drained one-tenth of her magic power.
But the effect was stunning.
"What?!"
Modir's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
Limb regeneration?
Instant cure?
Even the third-tier priests of the Holy See would need to chant for a long time and consume precious holy water to perform this level of healing spell.
How could it be instantaneous?
"I don't believe you can keep breastfeeding!"
Mordil roared and slammed the Sphere of Annihilation down in his hand.
This time, Victor didn't try to take the hit head-on. He rolled away from the core area. Although he was hit by the aftershock and lost a large chunk of flesh from his back, he didn't even utter a sound. He immediately unleashed a Qi slash.
The green light came on again.
The flesh on Victor's back grew back instantly.
"Keep going!" Victor laughed, charging towards Modil like a madman. "I'll wear you down today, even if it means exhausting you!"
Modir is going crazy.
Each of his attacks severely injured Victor, sometimes even piercing Victor's stomach.
But as long as the head isn't cut off, the eerie green light will immediately fall.
Injured, then healed.
Injury again, then healing again.
Victor was like an unkillable cockroach, and the more he was attacked, the fiercer he became, with the force on his Wolf King Greatsword increasing with each blow.
Click!
Another crisp sound.
Mordil's Annihilation Shield cracked again, this time with a larger crack that even spread to the edges.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
Modir's mentality collapsed.
He, the mighty Winter of Desolation, was actually driven to this point by a human knight.
Just then, Serlins, who had been watching the show the whole time, finally made a move.
"Modir, you look terrible."
Serlins’s shrill voice rang out.
At this moment, Victor leaped high into the air, preparing to deliver the final blow to Modir and shatter the crumbling shield completely.
Sudden.
Victor's eyes glazed over for a moment.
In his vision, Modir suddenly transformed into Lorraine.
"My lord?"
Victor's sword strike faltered, and he instinctively withdrew his force and deflected the attack.
boom!
The greatsword slammed into the open ground beside Modir, kicking up a cloud of snow dust.
"Mental interference!" Lorraine's eyes turned cold on the city wall.
That's Serlins' ability.
Modir seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
"Go to hell!"
He used the power of annihilation to condense a jet-black dagger, which he thrust straight at Victor's throat.
This attack was too fast and too insidious.
Victor had no time to get back on defense.
"Pale Flame!"
"Entangled in thorns!"
Two sharp shouts rang out at the same time.
A white-gold wall of fire instantly rose in front of Victor, and at the same time, countless thick vines burst from the ground, tightly wrapping around Modil's ankles and pulling him down sharply.
laugh!
The dagger pierced the wall of fire, but because of the pull, it deflected a few inches and stabbed into Victor's shoulder.
Although his entire arm was rendered useless instantly, he survived.
Modir broke free of the vines and angrily tried to finish him off, only to find that Victor had already been dragged back to the foot of the city wall by the vines that followed.
The green light came on again.
Victor's shoulder has healed completely.
"Aaaaaah!" Modil roared in a frenzy, "Selins! Stop playing around! Kill that healer first!"
Serlins, riding on the back of the bone dragon, chuckled sinisterly.
That's exactly what I was thinking.
He spread his arms, and countless transparent ripples spread out from him toward the Tower of Babel.
"Since you all enjoy cooperating so much—"
"Then let you kill each other."
"The Realm of Fear - Unfolds"
Invisible ripples swept across the entire camp.
In that instant, the world seemed to change color in everyone's eyes.
The once pristine white snow turned blood red, and the sound of the wind in our ears transformed into the shrieks of vengeful ghosts.
Anna, standing on the city wall, suddenly felt Olivia beside her grow a huge maw with fangs, about to pounce and bite her throat.
"Don't come any closer!" Anna screamed, instinctively gathering a fireball in her hand.
It wasn't just her.
While repairing the turret, Ohm suddenly felt that the wrench in her hand had turned into a murder weapon, and the engineering puppet next to her was about to kill her enemy.
"Kill them all!"
"Enemies—enemies are everywhere—"
The entire Babel camp descended into frenzied chaos.
The knight drew his sword, the witch raised her staff, and the puppet brandished a chainsaw.
They started attacking randomly, indiscriminately, without distinguishing between friend and foe!
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Serlins laughed.
He loves watching this kind of show.
Family members turn against each other, and comrades turn against each other.
I want to see rivers of blood!
His fear field can drive everyone within its range into a frenzy, causing them to attack randomly and indiscriminately!
"Just watch, Modir," Serlins said smugly, pointing down below. "They'll wipe themselves out without us even lifting a finger."
Modir snorted coldly, but stopped his attack, watching the impending tragedy with great interest.
On the city wall.
Anna's eyes were bloodshot, and the "Pale Burst Fireball" in her hand had already taken shape.
She aimed at Olivia beside her and hurled the attack hard.
"Die, monster!"
Serlins' smile widened.
however.
Just as the fireball was about to hit Olivia, she slipped.
It really slipped, like stepping on some kind of oil stain.
This comical fall made her appear half her height.
call-
The huge fireball grazed Olivia's scalp without even burning a single hair.
But the fireball was not wasted.
It drew a strange parabola, flew out of the city wall, covered a distance of several hundred meters, and accurately hit Modir, who was floating in mid-air watching the show, in the face.
boom!
"Ouch!" Modir screamed in agony as his face was charred black, looking like a freshly dug coal briquette.
Serlins' smile froze on his face.
"coincide?"
Followed by.
Ohm went berserk.
She controlled twelve Tier 3 magic-powered heavy cannons, firing wildly at the "enemy".
Bang bang bang!
Twelve shells roared out.
But at the very moment it left the barrel, the cannon experienced an inexplicably minute vibration. This slight difference caused the shell's trajectory to change by a full ninety degrees.
All the shells perfectly avoided everyone in the camp, as if they had eyes, and flew straight towards Serlins in the air.
"What the hell?!"
Serlins was terrified and quickly controlled the bone dragon to dodge.
But perhaps the skeletal dragon had osteoporosis, because its wing joints suddenly jammed, causing it to slow down its movements by half a beat.
Boom boom boom boom!
Twelve heavy cannon shots landed squarely on the bone dragon.
Bone fragments flew everywhere.
Serlins fell awkwardly from the air, landing face-first in the dirt.
"This is impossible!" Serlins scrambled to his feet, his face filled with disbelief.
That's when he realized something was wrong.
At the camp.
Those who have gone berserk are indeed attacking madly.
Victor slashed blindly with his eyes closed, but every time he swung his sword, the sword energy would inexplicably bounce off the city wall, killing several monsters that tried to sneak up on him.
Anna threw fireballs randomly with her eyes closed, but each fireball would end up hitting Mordir and Serlins on the head for all sorts of absurd reasons—such as being blown off course by the wind, hitting a bird, or even being knocked away by someone else.
The entire camp was in complete chaos.
But none of our own people were injured.
Even if two puppets were to fight face to face, their attacks would miss due to ground collapse, parts jamming, or even a fall on flat ground. As a result, their weapons would fly out of their hands and accurately stick into Serlins's buttocks outside the camp.
The Fear Domain does allow one to randomly select an attack target, but the result of each random spin always lands squarely on the heads of Serlins and Mordil.
"Ouch!" Serlins jumped up, clutching his butt.
"What the hell is this thing?!"
Modil and Serlins are going crazy.
Just then.
In the center of the camp.
The clock tower, which had been overlooked by everyone, suddenly burst forth with dazzling light.
One black, one gold.
Two colors of light intertwined, and the sound of bells resounded through the sky.
when-
When one is at the top of the clock tower.
The petite Lyra floated in the air, her left eye as black as ink, and her right eye shining with golden light.
She looked down at her teammates below, who were actually launching "precision-guided" attacks on the enemy despite their ferocity, and a shy yet proud smile appeared on her lips.
"I'm sorry."
Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire venue.
"The lord said so."
"Luck is also a part of ability."
"And my luck—was slightly better."
Serlins looked at the little girl and felt the terrifying fluctuations around him that distorted the laws of causality. He finally understood what had happened.
That was fate.
That damned witch of fate! Every attack that his berserk teammates randomly threw out ended up hitting them!
After a short while, the mental interference ended, and everyone's mental state returned to normal. They regrouped and looked out of the city.
However, an awkward, deathly silence permeated the air outside the city.
Serlins got up from the ground, his once exquisite white bone robe now covered in dirt and ash.
His prized "Fear Domain" not only failed to work, but instead gave the witches of Babel an opening to bombard them continuously!
Modil wasn't much better off. His usually gloomy face was completely disfigured by the explosion, and his charred skin was visibly healing itself, but the humiliation burned him like a branding iron.
That's enough.
Modir's voice sounded like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a heavy, bloody stench.
He was fed up with this mockery.
"Serlins, stop with the fancy tricks. Just crush them."
Modir reached into his robes and pulled out a crystal-clear, ice-blue crystal that looked as if it were made of two intertwined hearts.
Upon seeing this, a flicker of pain flashed in Serlins's narrow eyes, but it was quickly replaced by ruthlessness as he pulled out an identical crystal.
The two crystals resonated intensely at this distance.
A blinding blue light shot into the sky, instantly enveloping the two of them.
The ice elements in the air seemed to be under some kind of powerful command, frantically converging towards the two of them.
In that instant, the magical energy emanating from them surged exponentially, and a thick, almost tangible ice crystal shield completely enveloped them.
The Wonder – The Heart of Fimbulb.
The effect is simple and direct: double the magic power and double the combat strength.
What's most disgusting is its characteristic: as long as the two people's magic power is not exhausted, this shield has a "conceptual" level of sturdiness, and can be immune to all damage of the same level or below.
In other words, unlike before, it won't shatter after taking a certain amount of damage. To break the shield erected by the Heart of Fimbulb, you have to exhaust all of their magic power.
The third-tier witches on the city wall simply couldn't possibly possess the reserve magic power to completely deplete their magic power.
"Now, let's see what you have to offer me!"
Serlins felt the surging power within him and let out a sharp, maniacal laugh.
With a casual wave of his hand, the shattered bone dragon instantly reformed under the nourishment of the blue light, its size even expanding by a notch, burning with ghostly blue soul fire, and emitting a deafening roar.
The two humans and the dragon, protected by an indestructible magical shield and exuding an overwhelming aura, launched a thunderous charge towards the Babel Tower camp.
The earth was trembling.
The full-force charge of a fourth-tier expert, with just the overwhelming wind pressure, made the witches on the city wall feel suffocated.
"Damn it! Those two monsters used their trump cards; this shield looks like even I, at level four, can't break it!"
Victor spat, raised the Wolf King Greatsword in one hand, and was about to jump off the city wall. "Even if I break this sword, I'll still chip a crack in it!"
This man clearly wanted to fight again.
After all, although no one died in that farce of mutual harm, his dignity as a knight was shattered, and he desperately needed a head-on, bloody battle to get back at him.
"return."
A calm voice rang out.
Victor abruptly pulled his foot back from the wall.
Lorraine stood atop the city wall, his black trench coat fluttering in the cold wind.
He didn't look at the two menacing enemies who were charging at him. Instead, he lowered his head and straightened his cuffs, looking as relaxed as if he were watching an insignificant drama.
"That's a rule-based shield. With your current magic reserves, you couldn't break it even if you gave your life."
Lorraine raised her hand and made a downward pressing gesture.
"Anna, put away the fireball. Olivia, make the vines retreat. Save your energy; we'll have to clean up the battlefield later."
The order has been issued.
Although the witches, who were originally poised to attack, were confused, they still dispelled their magic without hesitation because of their absolute trust in their lord.
The city wall was quiet.
There was neither the fire of a counterattack nor the charging knights.
This makes Modir and Serlins, who are charging forward frantically, seem somewhat comical.
"Hahaha! You're giving up already?"
Selins, riding on the back of the bone dragon, laughed so hard he almost fell over. "Is that all the confidence you have? You get scared and wet your pants when things get a little serious?"
Modir's murderous intent intensified: "Want to surrender now? Too late! I'll skin you alive and make you into war drums!"
The two became increasingly smug.
In their view, Lorraine had finally realized her own limitations.
After all, facing two fourth-tier powerhouses with unbreakable magical energy shields, it would be nothing short of a pipe dream for a few third-tier individuals to try and withstand them head-on.