The flames that rose from behind Lysatos stained the sky red. Like lava that has lost its weight, it contains the terrifying heat that burns mountains and boils the sea, turning into a vortex of flames that keeps expanding in size.
The flowing and diffuse snow fog disappeared without a trace, the bone chilling cold wind fled, and the spreading flame canopy emitted a soul-burning light.
"Ah ..." Iraduni looked fascinated at the tumbling and surging cloud cover and let out a long-tailed exclamation. "How fascinating, this is the powerful power that can change the weather independently of the spell bit setting. I remember in Athas, your 'torch body' was still a theoretical prototype, just over a hundred years ... So, you are now the first elemental sorcerer-demon of Toril?"
"Not yet." The tone of Lysatos' voice had deviated from that of the creature, sounding like the sound made by the flames churning, and in fact, his back and tail had elementalized. "Are you going to take that as your last words?"
The flaming canopy rumbled as three tornado-like storms of fiery flames bulged up, locking onto Iraduni from different directions, poised to strike. The spirit-sucking monster acted as if it didn't see it, excited as a little girl who found a rag doll, jumping to her feet and saying, "Your tone is much colder than your body temperature, reveal a little, just a little." Raising two tentacles, he made a gesture of "a little".
Lysatos opened his mouth, but what came out was a hot stream of air. The burning wind caused an imbalance in temperature, and a stream of air visible to the naked eye rushed towards the spirit-sucking monster, and the air was violently distorted wherever it passed. At the same time three flaming storms let out a horrible roar and poured down.
The first time Iraduni showed [Energy Transformation], turning the burning wind that could instantly scorch the skin into a harmless flash. He increased his speed and cut through the storms. Trying to get out of the flame range.
Lysatos smiled coldly and elementalized below his chest as well, further strengthening his control. Three flame storms burst at the same time, searing rays, blazing spells, fire wall spells and so on leapt out, including almost all fire spells of low and medium level. Spheres, rays, walls of flame in various forms of energy to compile a web of death, compressing the spirit-sucking monster's space to move.
Ila Douni has dealt with similar situations before, usually using the Mind Transformation Department's [Flame Disintegration] to dodge. But these blazing flames into the essence of the bloodline of the golden dragon, before trying to manipulate the flames with psychic energy, but completely unable to seize control of the energy. This makes him even more afraid to disintegrate himself into fire, and maybe Lysatos is waiting for this. With no choice, he used [Time Acceleration] again and slipped through the gap in the fire network.
"Crystal Cluster!" Thousands of sharp crystal fragments shot at the golden dragon. Lysatos elementalized his dragon claws and with just one swing, the crystals turned into a sky of green smoke.
The tip of Iraduni's tentacle pointed and shot out a psychic dissociation spell, hitting the only part of Lysatos that was still solid - the head.
Instead of turning into ashes, the golden dragon burst into flames. The entire canopy seemed to lose control and collapsed with a trembling sound. The spirit-sucking monster, dodging the flaking molten flames, turned around and saw Lysatos emerge from the flames, holding a half-recited scroll.
Psychic Shock Blast!
The signature skill of the spirit-sucking monster race, a ring of mind flood blasts out, which can make the brains of creatures within range blank and unable to think. But surprisingly, Lysatos, who still remained half-elemental, seemed to have the same qualities as a true elemental creature, immune to the mind effect.
The golden dragon paused only slightly and still completed the incantation, and the spell sealed within the scroll successfully took effect.
The anti-spiritual ability field unfolded with Lysatos as the center, enveloping the spirit-sucking monster in it. Ilarduini could no longer use any psychic energy, and what had been displayed was also disarmed, including the flight spell and environmental adaptation, and fell straight down.
Lysatos looked at Iraduni, the other party not only did not panic, but also let out a silent maniacal laugh. Continuing to fall, he would break away from the anti-spiritual ability field and run away, perhaps before that would be frozen to death by the cold wind, but the golden dragon did not give him the opportunity.
Just hate this virtue, madness, no matter what sacrifice and dedication, will not leave waves in your dead mind. In that case, I send you to cast into eternal silence, and learn to repent after death!
The two wings of flame folded backwards and came together with a bang!
The pupil-less, white eyes of the spirit-sucking monster were submerged in the flames, but Lysatos felt that the frivolous gaze that mocked the world had not dissipated. The heart sank, the flame is his body, can feel blocked by something.
In an instant, the power of dark obscene evil burst from the location of the spirit-sucking monster, the sky seemed to become cloudy.
"... Chaos gives way to order, good gives way to evil, says the Lord, and here darkness lives forever!"
The oddly paced chant carries the power of obscene evil in every word, and the aura of depravity pervades the surroundings. A divine spell filled with curses and negative energy landed on Lysatos' body, and the scales on his chest rotted black and kept spreading.
Lysatos roared and immediately retreated. He elementalized his entire body, and the evil power entangled in flesh and blood lost its attachment and turned into a dark glow. The flames rolled, and the evil force stubbornly remained, but was driven away from the body.
To observe Ila Douni again, Lysatos Chen Jing shocked on the spot, even forget to counterattack.
A crimson skinned deep hell refining demon occupies the position of spirit-sucking monsters, he is covered with sharp horny thick skin, like a snake like fine scales. Full of sharp teeth, two dark yellow fangs extending downward. Wearing black steel Purgatory battle armor, holding +3 filthy evil long-handled nailhead hammer, a pair of and body height of the bat wings wrapped body. Although the deep hell Purgatory Devil is immune to fire, but the torch body contains more than just fire, the power from the dragon bloodline will burn the bat wings with a thousand holes, like a lack of repair broken net.
The devil trembled in pain and retracted the wings behind, revealing the spirit-sucking monster under the shelter. Iraduni was 1.9 sa meters tall, but only came to the waist of the Deep Hell Alchemist. He held a scepter of magic steel, and the white shades of his eyes shone a little deep darkness.
Lysatos stared straight at the scepter of magic steel, a huge ruby at the head of the scepter lingered with evil power, glittering. He suddenly burst into laughter, his body flames shaking with a whirring and whirring.
"... hahahaha, you actually made Asmodeus' priest, a spirit-sucking monster! The quest for commonality obliterates individuality in hell, how do you, a crazy spirit-sucking monster, fit in? It's ridiculous, I remember the spirit-sucking monster to your main god, Il God Siin faith is natural, like the action program set up before starting the magic statue, implanted in the subconscious from the moment the brain pool is born ... aha, I said how you are different from other octopus heads, the occasional brain twitch is because of the forced erasure of the subconscious faith after-effects! "
Lesatos laughed uproariously and asked with a face full of malice: "I'm really sorry that I didn't realize you were a 'brainiac' after all these years. That said, how does it feel to be stripped of your racial beliefs, don't be stingy, tell me a little, just a little." He made a "little" gesture with his two claws.
"Heck ..." Iraduni is still laughing, but there is no frivolity and wildness, just a bone-chilling coldness.
When the Deep Hell Demon heard the Golden Dragon call the Lord of the Nine Hells by his name, he let out a series of hellish profanities.
Shut up! A vicious mind poke from Iladuni made the devil tremble, but he did not dare to speak ill of the master of the ruby scepter, and even swallowed his screams.
Faced with the golden dragon wound salt question, but Ilatuni seriously replied: "The feeling ... is like a red-hot knife, into the brain stirring hard. But what is more painful than the body is the soul. I cried, I pleaded, my will shattered into a thousand pieces, drifting in an endless river of thought, wanting to stop but unable to find a dock, because it was my own choice. The emptiness of having a part of my soul rooted in me but pulled out of me is longer and deeper than having my heart cut out. But I have a better substitute."
Iraduni stroked the head of his ruby staff, "Unlike the ignorance of Il Shensiin, the bestowal of the Lord of the Nine Hells is powerful and realistic. Now, are you satisfied?"
Lysatos was tempted to scoff twice more to irritate and stimulate him, going how could not laugh out loud. The same are fallen wanderers for revenge, where can they be better than him? Thinking of this, he was quite a bit disinterested, the raging killing intent also gradually rest.
"You go away, go back to your new master to cry, let him send another helper who is to my liking."
Ilarduini touched the dry, hard tentacles that had shrunk into a ball, and under the scorching heat, the physiological reactions of both the spirit-sucking monster and the octopus were similar. "To borrow a slang term for hermaphroditic creatures, the penetration is halfway through, and you want to come with a condom instead?"
The golden dragon raised an eyebrow: "So, you plan to die here?"
"Oh, rummage through Nessus, you can't find a more suitable helper than me, unless you want Glesia to here, I guarantee that in less than three months, you two will be able to blow up the Saraf. Besides, you and I are so different in our perceptions that we will have to fight sooner or later. How about just now, to judge the primary and secondary executors of the plan."
"Very well." Lysatos' eyes were once again full of battle intent. "So, Round 3, Spells vs. Spiritual Energy & Divine Arts."