Chapter 45 Purple Insect
Almost as soon as the drow priestess cast her magical spell, Brian immediately judged the other party's magical spell.
Blessing from the Demon Spider!
An evil divine spell exclusive to the drow priestess.
It works by extracting the essence of the Abyss Demonic Demon Spider and injecting it into the body of the drow, causing it to be instantly transformed into half human and half spider, looking like a drow and a spider. Hybrid monster.
Since they are infused with the essence of demon-hunting spiders, these half-human, half-spider monsters will randomly inherit many of the characteristics of abyssal demons.
Such as: corrosive armor, toxins, spider webs, body protective aura, magic eye rays and other weird characteristics.
Following the malicious ridicule of the priestess, the four transformed half-humans and half-spiders launched an attack at the command.
A drow warrior with eight black eyes in the middle of his face was the first to attack.
I saw its eight terrifying black eyes suddenly shrinking, and a deep purple ray with a light black aura shot out, hitting an orc at an extremely fast speed.
The orc who was hit by the "Magic Eye Ray" let out a painful wail from his throat, and the ray with lightning properties blew it to pieces without mercy.
The other two monsters opened their mouths and sprayed out two spider webs, shrouding Brian and the sword mage beside him.
The last one suddenly flashed with a teleportation light, and appeared in front of the orc chief in almost the blink of an eye.
This half-human, half-spider monster poked out its fangs covered in mucus from under its lips and fought with the violent orcs.
——"Thunder Vortex!"
"Boom!"
A vortex composed of arcane energy was formed between the sword mage's swings. The vortex sizzled and flashed with electric light.
At the moment when the vortex was formed, the two spiders that rushed over were suddenly tightly wrapped by a pulling and dragging force, and they were unable to break free at all.
The derro dwarf's offensive magic and the long sword in the hand of the drow warrior immediately greeted the two monsters who were unable to escape.
——"Burning Hands!"
Brian's spell was just about to succeed, and a cone-shaped flame sprayed on the spider web that had not yet landed, spreading at an extremely fast speed, forming two scorching webs of fire until they burned out.
"I leave these two spiders to you, I will deal with the priestess."
Brian put away the 'Dawnbringer', released the Psychic Crystal Servant, and attacked the sword mage and the priestess beside him. A few people not far away gave instructions and immediately distanced themselves from these people.
At this moment.
His attention, which had been focused on the priestess from beginning to end, suddenly found that the other party stretched out a slender black hand and shouted a syllable in the language of the devil.
A wave of cold shadows emerged, flying like a terrifying swarm of bats, rushing towards him in a black mass.
The phantoms chirped and circled towards him, trying to tear his flesh apart with their sharp claws.
Facing unfamiliar magic.
Although Brian didn't know the specific power, the shadow knowledge he had learned in the past two months in Ancient Orens City allowed him to instantly judge the most correct way to deal with it at the moment.
He concentrated, and with a thought, the Spiritual Crystal Servant, which had already helped him to concentrate, shimmered around him with light blue light.
——"Actoplasmic Barrier!"
——"Advanced Concealment Membrane!"
The two non-stop powers made Brian's mind sting, but the effect was indeed Obvious.
Two ripples and twisted translucent films appeared on his body almost at the same time, constantly switching between reality and reality.
The swarm of winged phantoms carried the eerie shadow energy, drowned him with screams, and flew past his blurry body into the depths of the tunnel.
The few phantoms that were lucky enough to be hit were also protected by the "ectoplasmic barrier" and caused minimal damage.
Relying on his strong willpower, Brian gritted his teeth and endured the additional shadow damage from the phantom.
He quickly calmed down, eliminated all distractions, and prepared to perform magic.
——"Second-level spell: Demonic field backlash!"
As he whispered a syllable and made a gesture, charming purple energy shot out from his palm, striking The priest's magical shield erupted with a crackling sound like an electric shock.
This is a new magic he learned in the drow's magic table.
Any target hit by this spell has more buffs or protective barriers around it, the stronger the backlash damage caused.
Brian had long noticed that his opponent had added many protective spells to himself, leaving him unable to start, so he chose this attack spell without hesitation.
As the charming purple energy jumps continuously like a demon fire.
The defensive force field around the drow priestess and the buffing magic she exerted began to surge with waves of backlash energy.
The pain caused by the magic backlash not only interrupted her spellcasting, but also made her moan in pain, and streaks of scarlet blood spilled from the corners of her mouth.
She quickly removed the buffing magic around her, and the damage caused by the magic field's backlash immediately receded like a tide.
The priestess wiped the blood that spilled from the corner of her mouth and gasped.
Her scarlet eyes looked at the enemy in the distance in disbelief, wondering why this despicable surface person could master the magic of their drow.
Immediately afterwards, she noticed that the other party's hands were rapidly dancing with magic gestures, and the violent magic energy around her was also condensing at an extremely fast speed.
Feeling the dangerous energy surging, the priestess narrowed her eyes and easily judged the spell cast by the other party. She suppressed her doubts in her heart, sneered, and launched a counterattack.
I saw her immediately pulling out a black staff from her belt and chanting prayers in a low voice quickly.
A group of tiny spiders fell from the staff engraved with spider patterns and rushed towards Brian eagerly.
This large group of creepy little spiders grew up visibly to the naked eye while running fast.
Until every spider became the size of a goblin, swarming towards Brian's body.
Seeing the opponent's unfinished spell, the priestess smiled victoriously.
In her mind, she even imagined the other person being swallowed by a magic spider, drained of body fluids, and turned into a pile of rags, bones and human skin.
However, when the spiders swarmed towards Brian, she saw in disbelief that things did not develop at all as she imagined.
“How is that possible?” The priestess’ vicious smile froze on her ebony face.
She looked at the swarm of spiders in shock, and suddenly she seemed to see some terrible natural enemy. Like ants on a hot pot, they scattered left and right in panic and fled in panic.
At the same time, the spell that Brian had been brewing for a long time was finally completed.
——"Third-level spell: Fireball!"
——"Metamagic feat: powerful spell!"
——"Arcane burst!"< br>
Under Brian's control, a hissing fireball bursting with flames quickly flew towards the drow priestess, dragging its whirring tail flames.
The drow priestess took out a magic scroll in panic, tore it open immediately, pushed forward with both palms, and a powerful magic barrier appeared in front of her.
Just when the fireball was about to hit, there was a sudden 'whoosh' sound, dragging the slender tail flame, and forcibly changed its flight path, and rushed to the top of the tunnel lined with stalactite pillars overhead.
"Rumble!"
With the loud roar, the entire tunnel began to shake. Others who were fighting with the half-human, half-spider monster looked away in surprise. Or scurrying to avoid falling debris.
"Bang!"
A stalactite pillar as thick as an ogre's thigh fell first on the head of the priestess who focused on magic defense.
She was hit so hard that stars appeared in her eyes, blood flowed down the river, and her body lost balance, swaying like a drunkard.
However, this pain is far from over for her.
Countless rubble and broken stalactite pillars poured down like a violent storm, burying the frightened priestess directly inside.
Looking at his results, Brian shook off the dust on his cloak and remembered the words circulated in the game:
There is no problem that a fireball can't solve. If it really can't be solved, then let it go. One!
As a wizard who specializes in shaping spells, he is very familiar with the release and control of fireball magic.
Such as: 1st Ring Burning Hand, 2nd Ring Blazing Spell, 3rd Ring Fireball, 4th Ring Focused Explosion, 5th Ring Advanced Pyroblast, 6th Ring Burst Fireball, 7th Ring Firestorm, 8th Ring Ring Yang Flame Explosion, Nine Rings Meteor Explosion, etc. are all his best skills.
Brian looked at the struggling and squirming ruins, skillfully releasing the fireball technique that he couldn't remember how many times he had used it.
There was a roaring explosion.
Rocks were flying everywhere, and the air was filled with choking smoke.
The priestess who leaned out of the ruins was blown to pieces and buried inside forever.
“The target is dead!”
“Soul energy is being extracted.”
"Gain experience points: 2500 points!"
......
Brian glanced at the battle that was about to end on the sword mage's side, spit out the dust that was sucked into his mouth, and held it Breathing, he rushed into the smoke of the explosion, intending to find the dimensional bag left by the priestess before she died.
At this moment.
His alert instinct tumbled in his heart, causing him to quickly stop and subconsciously glance in the direction of the orc warchief.
A terrible scene appeared.
With a heart-stopping tremor coming from inside the hard rock ground, a dark purple behemoth broke out of the ground.
The monster opened its jaws full of fangs, leaned forward flexibly, and swallowed the unprepared orc chief and the monster that was fighting with him.
Immediately afterwards, a tail covered with poisonous stings broke through the ground from the other end of the surface. It seemed to be rising slightly, but it was packed with a huge force and suddenly swept away the last surviving orc.
The orc's burly body was like a baseball that had been knocked out of the air, flying into the air. Without even a chance to scream, it was inserted into a sharp stone pillar at the top of the tunnel, and blood flowed down. In the blink of an eye, they merged into a small pool of faint luster.
"It is indeed an adult purple insect!"
Seeing this, Brian's pupils shrank suddenly, but his expression was not as surprised as the others.
Obviously, this was something he had expected.
(End of this chapter)