Immediately after that, a column of black light cut through the sky: “Roar!”
Because in the darkness of the night, Little Zombie’s Breath of Death Shockwave was not noticeable. Everyone realized the horror only when they saw a sudden missing strip in the school of Four-eyed Flying Fish.
But these were just the prelude. Suddenly, Ange, standing beside Little Angel and Little Zombie, started to attack. One fireball after another, drawing red lines in the night, unleashing a curtain of fire.
“One, two, three… twenty? Twenty shots per second? Has he sped up?” Negris silently calculated and drew a startling conclusion.
Durken’s mouth fell open: “Casting Level 4 Magic instantly? At twenty shots per second? Is he a Magic Turret?”
Negris scoffed: “What level? Look a little closer, will you?”
Durken frowned and looked again: “Level 2? No, that’s not right. The power doesn’t match, it’s at least Level 4.”
“Never mind whether it makes sense or not. Isn’t it Level 2 Magic?” Negris immediately felt a sense of superiority from knowing a secret and asked arrogantly.
Considering the consumption of elements, indeed, it’s Level 2, but the power is so great, at least equivalent to Level 4. The most likely cause is his proficiency. What is his proficiency?” Durken quickly guessed the reason and asked in surprise.
“Proficiency?” Negris was taken aback: “Can proficiency be quantified? By what standard?”
“It’s the number of times a spell is cast. Casting it once is one point of proficiency. A magic apprentice’s daily supply of magic can only cast about ten Level 0 spells. If they practice the same spell every day, they can accumulate over 3,600 points in a year, which is almost enough to level up.”
A normal wizard typically has a proficiency of around three to five thousand for a spell.”
After Durken finished speaking, he saw Negris counting on his fingers, so he couldn’t help asking, “What are you counting?”
“I’m calculating proficiency. Ange’s highest proficiency should be in Rain Technique. During the six-month planting season, he watered 3,000 acres of land every day, requiring 5,000 uses of the Rain Technique. He must have been casting this for about a thousand years. How many is 5,000 per day, in six months? How many in a thousand years?”
“Nine…Nine million times?” Durken said in shock.
He knew Negris was doing this on purpose. Such a creature, who could clearly calculate the relative displacement of the planes of existence, couldn’t really be struggling with such simple math. It was just trying to shock others.
Though Durken saw through Negris’s sinister intentions, he was still shocked by this number. A proficiency near ten million was incomparable to the few thousand of an ordinary wizard.
Durken’s shock greatly satisfied Negris’s sarcastic humor. It continued to boast: “The exploding fireball is used less, but he used to cast fourteen per second. He could keep it up for days and nights. His proficiency should be in the hundreds of thousands.”
Whether it’s a hundred thousand, a million, or ten million, these numbers are far beyond the realm of normal people. Durken could no longer calculate by the previous standards. He could only glare at Negris: “It’s not like you’re the one casting.”
“I taught him.” Negris stated, hands on hips.
Ange, the Magic Turret, shocked the entire scene. When he unleashed a curtain of fire, all eyes were drawn to him. But as the duration of the fire curtain continued to increase, even Auburnli could not keep calm.
“How can he keep this up? Can anyone really hold on for so long?”
Every Four-eyed Flying Fish hit by a fireball would explode, shattering into pieces and their bodies splashing into the bay one after another.
How Hemel and Mattis were excited! Ange had been feeding them grass and straw every day, and they could finally taste meat. Submerging in the water, the two Insect Gods voraciously started gnawing.
It’s only natural for Insect Gods to eat insects. Back in the day, Hemel was raising insects for its own consumption. Now faced with so many juicy Four-eyed Flying Fish, the Insect Gods, who had been malnourished for a long time, began to undergo noticeable changes.
Auburnli had no choice but to disperse the elements she had gathered. She realized that Ange had drawn upon nearby elements, causing a conflict with hers. If she didn’t stop, it would mean slowing Ange down.
“I… My arcane magic’s elements got stolen by his Level 2 magic. What on earth is happening?” Auburnli felt that her understanding of the magic world as a Truth Mage was being challenged.
Nowadays, the bay had turned to soup, a soup that was fatally irresistible to bugs. The more bugs that died, the stronger the attraction to those still alive. They forcefully tried to break through the firepower blockade and throw themselves into this pot of ‘soup’.
This really catered to Ange’s preference, who only needed to stand still and send fireballs flying.
The Four-eyed Flying Fish seemed numberless, but due to their size, there might only be several tens of thousands of them. Comparing with millions of bugs in terms of body mass, the seawater in the bay had been dyed as black as ink with their blood.
It should have been stinking to high heaven, but with two Insect Gods in the water, not only was there no foul smell, the bloodied water was being absorbed by them. At this rate, by dawn, the bay water would again be clear.
All eyes were focused on Ange. A silver ‘squirrel’ darted over like a bolt of lightning, ran to Auburnli’s side, climbed her dress and soon squatted on her shoulder.
Auburnli had noticed it early and didn’t stop it seeing who it was. She let the squirrel climb onto her shoulder before saying, “You’re awake.”