"Fuck this life, it's unbearable."
The Fairy King began to curse inwardly; at this mont, she felt as if she had been thrown into an incinerator. She was surrounded by scorching high temperatures, the greedy flas licking her skin, turning her originally delicate and soft body into charred flesh, fusing skin and muscle together in indescribable pain that surged violently throughout her.
Who could withstand such excruciating pain of being burned alive? Even the Fairy King, typically more tolerant of pain, found it difficult to bear at this mont.
But she had no choice but to clench her teeth desperately, trying her best not to let her body tremble, because she was now the Grand Inquisitor, Lord Clown, the chief examiner of this assessnt. If she were to convulse, rolling on the ground and screaming, her career in the Judgnt Court could be declared over on the spot.
Alas, burdened by such unscrupulous seniors, the poor and suffering Fairy King felt miserable in her heart.
However, she had no choice but to grit her teeth and suppress her pain with the indomitable will of the Martial God. Her already perfect martial consciousness beca even more brilliant and pure through the tornt of this suffering.
anwhile, in the training ground, the surviving mbers of the strategy group who had narrowly escaped the Cataclysmic Fire's strike looked quite pale. That one strike had cost them nearly a third of their manpower; now, only about twenty witches were left.
With fewer people, facing the even more terrifying Phantom King who had incarnated into a Fla Giant made their situation increasingly difficult.
Especially for the Stellar Speaker, the Commander, her face had completely darkened.
This is impossible to fight; there's no way to fight this now.
However, the Succubus Witch Madeline simply extended her hand, gathering the scattered items dropped by the witches who had perished in an instant.
Among these, she discovered the golden, shining Nine-Ring Magic, Wrath of Levatin.
The Succubus Witch briefly reviewed the introduction of the spell, then fell into silence.
As she looked up again at the Fla Giant approaching them, Madeline was sowhat speechless, especially seeing the expressionless face of the Giant.
According to the description of the spell, the young lady should be enduring the excruciating pain of the Cataclysmic Fire. Normally, under such extre pain, a caster would lose their mind and beco a Berserker, instinctively attacking everything around them wildly.
But seeing the young lady appearing as if she felt nothing, Madeline couldn't help but be impressed by the bearer of the Indomitable Warrior Soul—it was truly terrifyingly strong.
After a brief consideration, the Succubus Witch gritted her teeth and absorbed the golden Spell Slot into her body, then handed over the other loot to Alice beside her before turning to the Stellar Speaker and saying,
"You all readjust the team; next, I will hold off the Phantom King."
To this, the Stellar Speaker also fell silent for a mont, then nodded her head.
The Cataclysmic Fire emanating from the Fla Giant was too terrifying; they could be burned to death on the spot just by getting close. If they couldn't even get close, the upcoming battle would be exceedingly difficult.
Only magic can counter magic; only Cataclysmic Fire can combat Cataclysmic Fire.
Initially, as the Commander, she had been thinking about how to persuade the witch who had obtained the Wrath of Levatin to voluntarily step forward to take the front line; however, that unfortunate or fortunate soul had already been instantly killed.
Luckily, this Holy Knight stepped up.
Watching the figure of the witch wearing the Holy Knight's mask stride forward, the Prophet Witch's gaze held a trace of gratitude and admiration.
She had been aware of this Holy Knight for a long ti. The other party's prowess was arguably the best among the newbies, and as a fellow competitor, it had been hard not to pay attention.
Witches admire strength, and from afar, the Stellar Speaker had once watched her easily win against multiple opponents; even as a competitor, she thought such a powerful person was truly impressive.
And now, she had again demonstrated the genuine sacrificial spirit of a true Holy Knight, making the Stellar Speaker's heart race even faster.
Prophecy Witches generally held a pessimistic view of the future, primarily because in this world, tragic futures far outnumbered happy ones, especially for a race like Witches, which truly couldn't be considered benevolent.
Often, Prophecy Witches would lant over the Witch Society, decrying the decline of morals and the loss of traditional virtues.
But now, the Stellar Speaker felt as if she had seen a light in this dark world. This witch, codenad the Paladin, seed truly like a real Paladin who had stepped right out of a story, so dazzling and handso.
How wonderful.
Miss Stellar Speaker's heart raced, but even though she was reluctant to let go, she quickly composed herself and calmly began to direct the remaining people to regroup.
"Roar...."
Unaware that her simple desire to follow the footsteps of her beloved was being misinterpreted, Madeline gritted her teeth and, alongside the Clown Illusion she controlled, launched the Wrath of Levatin.
Thus, accompanied by two roars, two Fla Giants rose from the ground, with the Giant Madeline had transford into being even taller than the Phantom King's, while the Clown Illusion's was much shorter.
This was normal; after all, Transformation Magic generally enhanced based on the caster's own strength, and Madeline's power, nearly at the level of the Great Witch, was much stronger than the Phantom King's re 200,000 Mana.
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However, it was only when the Succubus Witch truly transford into a Fla Giant and experienced the searing pain of Cataclysmic Fire that she realized just how terrifying the young lady was.
Could a normal person's consciousness truly endure such pain?
Madeline's will, befitting a Peak Martial Saint, barely allowed her to prevent herself from berserkly turning around and attacking her teammates. As for anything more, she was powerless.
The tallest Fla Giant's eyes turned red, and she fell into a berserk state. The pain of the Cataclysmic Fire devouring her body caused her to continuously emit cries of agony as her hands madly pounded the earth.
Fortunately, the last vestige of Madeline's will allowed her to issue a final command to attack the Giant transford from the Phantom King.
Thus, the large and small Fla Giants madly charged towards the calmly composed Giant on the opposite side.
Dorothy's expression changed at this.
Of course, she wasn't frightened by Madeline or the Clown Illusion on the other side; what really troubled her was the Fairy King's wails in the consciousness space.
Well, if it had only been her transforming into a Fla Giant, then the Fairy King could manage the pain, but now that Madeline had also transford the Clown Illusion, the instinctual part of the third circuit that controlled the Clown Illusion unconsciously and habitually transferred the pain to the Fairy King...
In this mont, Dorothy couldn't help but reflect on whether she was being too harsh on this incarnation, for though the authority of the Clown Grand Inquisitor remained undiminished on the outside, who could truly understand the suffering beneath this dignity?
Well, once Little Five is born, she decided to spare Little Four; one shouldn't always fixate on tornting the sa target.
That is what Dorothy thought to herself.
Then she swung the Great Sword of Cataclysmic Fire, Levatin, to et Madeline on the other side.
She had to admit she was impressed by her old friend's tenacity; she could easily have secured the top spot in this assessnt without putting herself through such a perilous assault.
Though she inwardly grumbled, the Hobody Witch's face, already charred from the flas, nonetheless revealed a terrifying smile.
Well, she didn't dislike such a strong-willed personality after all.
...Fla Giants clashing...
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