Chapter 664: Chapter 368: Witness the True Dragon God Transformation!_1
Big Cat is an incredibly lazy creature who, barring cherry-picking Elf Beans, would always opt to curl up lazily rather than stand around.
Every time it’s mentioned, it would meow in sorrow as if to claim that its injuries hadn’t healed yet.
It was extremely rare for it to take the initiative to jump down. No idea what got its attention but it squatted there, staring intently at the Aolong Magister in the distance, just like a predator ready to pounce on its prey.
Suddenly, Big Cat opened its Big Mouth, yelling ahhhhhhh-
Remember when Ange first met Big Cat? Back then, its body spanned across dimensions and simply by opening its mouth and yelling, it blew out a void in the Resting Wind.
Now, it relived its old trick and instantly formed an invisible void. Within this void, all spatial rifts instantly disappeared.
This sudden disappearance caused many of the flealike monsters, that had just crawled halfway out, to abruptly snap into two. The remaining halves rolled onto the ground.
But this was certainly not Big Cat’s objective. No matter how numerous these bugs were, they served merely to fertilize Ange’s crops. Its real target was the Aolong Magister.
Behind the Aolong Magister, a spatial rift had opened up unnoticed. Taking advantage of everyone’s distraction, he quietly began to retreat. His hand was already halfway into the rift.
Within a split second, the spatial rift behind the Aolong Magister vanished, taking with it half of his hand.
“Ah!” The Aolong Magister cried out in pain, causing the Dragon Swordsman to immediately turn around in concern.
The Aolong Magister swiftly masked his cry of pain with an enraged roar, hid his injured hand behind his back and glared menacingly ahead, appearing foiled due to the disappearance of the spatial rift.
He even reprimanded the Dragon Swordsman: “Focus, don’t get distracted.”
As the Dragon Swordsman turned back, he contorted his face in agony, silently reciting the spell, his severed hand quickly started regenerating until it was completely back to normal.
He had intended to quietly slip away without alarming his enemy and without bringing along the Dragon Swordsman; hence, he couldn’t let the Dragon Swordsman discover that his injury was a result of attempting to escape.
With the return of his severed hand and the flea-like creatures thoroughly eradicated, the spatial cracks disappeared, leaving the flea-like creatures without any assistance. They were quickly wiped out totally.
The heart of the Aolong Magister sank. As a main practitioner of Spatial Magic, theoretically he should have been the bane of most mages. At the same level in Arcane, he did not consider a Fire Magician as a worthy opponent.
He still assumed that one of his enemies was a Fire Magician.
However, he soon realized his outrageous mistake. Setting aside Ange who was blasting magic, the guy who shouted ‘let me show you some magic tricks’ far exceeded the Aolong Magister’s understanding.
That was definitely not traditional magic, it carried a peculiar feeling.
He’d run into a roadblock and thus the Aolong Magister intended to flee, which would’ve been an easy task. But who could’ve thought that all the spatial rifts would suddenly disappear?
He couldn’t even figure out what power caused the spatial rifts to vanish. If it was merely a disruption in space itself, that would’ve been bearable. But if it was the enemy’s doing, that could pose a major problem.
As the Aolong Magister healed his hand, he scanned his enemy, trying to spot any lingering spatial fluctuations.
As for the furball on the ground, he didn’t bother to look in that direction.
Negris observed the whole thing and saw Big Cat just roll back onto the ground innocently after yelling ‘ah’, he couldn’t resist but to curse under his breath, “Kvada!”
Durken and Feiti exchanged glances and turned towards Negris to ask, “Your cat?”
They can’t be blamed for their suspicion as Big Cat’s mischievous demeanor was exactly like that of Negris.
“No, no, no, he’s not mine. Stupid cat learns only the bad stuff, I’ll cut his snacks when we get back.” Negris ranted.
Durken and Feiti smirked: Nice to see you admit you’re not a role model…
After all the flea-like creatures were cleaned, a pile of Insect Ash remained on the ground. Ange trotted out to collect them using a pollen collection spell, hauling everything into his spatial area.
This unexpected behavior left everyone on the other side and Misha stunned. Misha subconsciously moved closer to Luther and asked in a low voice, “What does Archmage need the ash for?”
“Oh, to fertilize the fields,” Luther replied, adding, “You could actually drop the ‘Arch’.”
Drop the ‘Arch’? What does that mean? ‘Arch’ Mage becomes… Mage?
They really were all oddballs. Misha pouted and quickly distanced herself. She had never seen a divine being growing up but had come across plenty of weirdos.
For instance, who would use these ashes to fertilize the fields? Archmage does farming? What a load of hogwash!
Luther couldn’t ever have dreamt that his honest explanation would be met with the mental labels of ‘liar’ and ‘weirdo’.
The Aolong Magister was equally puzzled. He was standing right there, yet the enemy had run off to clean up the ash? Even assuming the ash had some use, this action was a clear form of disrespect.
“Damn it, what are you doing!” the Aolong Magister shouted.
Ange cocked his head, his hands still busy, and casually replied, “It’s windy.”
What! So, he’s actually worried that the wind would blow away the ashes? I…
Just as the Aolong Magister was about to explode, a Bronze Dragon flapped its wings flying over, “Don’t lose your cool, he’s always like that, always says things that’ll get on your nerves. Don’t let it bother you, can we know your name?”