As the Werewolf Warriors charged the Lizardman ambush troops in the woods, Yan Xing rode his Chocobo forward, casually making his way across the battlefield.
The Lizardmen, losing their will to resist, were being slaughtered and fell back step by step. The deafening sounds of fierce combat filled Yan Xing’s ears, yet he faced no danger.
After a while, Yan Xing followed the attacking troops to a crude hut.
Inside the hut lay many bones, still covered with flesh and blood.
He sniffed the air...
Why is there a smell of gasoline too?
"Chui Chui, where is the enemy’s Lizardfolk Hero on the Bipedal Flying Dragon?"
Chui Chui had deployed five reconnaissance drones to provide high-altitude early warnings for the battle. One drone, equipped with a high-definition night-vision camera, had locked onto a figure circling in the air.
"Master, the enemy is at coordinates 356:69:24. Currently, they are showing no intention to attack."
Yan Xing looked up in the direction Chui Chui indicated. Through his night-vision device, he could clearly see the Bipedal Flying Dragon circling in the sky.
This fellow neither attempts a rescue nor retreats. What exactly is he planning?
The Longjaw Clan Leader, riding the Bipedal Flying Dragon high in the air, was in a predicament he couldn’t voice.
As the Clan Leader, he naturally wanted to join the battle the moment his kinsmen were attacked.
The Longjaw Clan Leader couldn’t help but let out a long belch. A strong aroma of "liquor" surged up, entering his nostrils and inducing an irresistibly pleasant dizziness.
Ordinarily, this sensation would be delightful.
But they were in the middle of a battle!
Rushing into the battlefield in this state would be suicide, wouldn’t it?
The Longjaw Clan Leader belched again.
The god-sent wine was indeed good, but it always made him belch afterward. The aftertaste of the belch was also wonderful, yet he couldn’t fight while constantly belching and feeling dizzy.
From high above, the Longjaw Clan Leader could sense his army collapsing rapidly. If he didn’t act soon, the elites of his tribe would all perish here.
After another belch, the Longjaw Clan Leader looked towards the band of fire burning in the forest.
If I can just extinguish this inexplicably started fire... I only need to put out a part of it. Then, the Lizardmen magical beasts from the pond can come ashore and cut off the enemy’s lines from the middle. That would give my warriors time to regroup and reorganize. As long as my warriors can concentrate their forces, they can counterattack. With the coordinated attack of the Lizardmen magical beasts, we might even turn defeat into victory and annihilate this invading Werewolf army in the forest!
The belching Longjaw Clan Leader felt he still had the ability to extinguish the wall of fire.
He kicked the Bipedal Flying Dragon with his heels.
The Bipedal Flying Dragon immediately folded its wings and dived.
From the ground, Yan Xing observed the Bipedal Flying Dragon in the air.
If it ignores the defeated Lizardmen and leaves, I won’t force a confrontation with that Lizardfolk Hero.
But things didn’t go as planned.
Seeing the Bipedal Flying Dragon’s dive trajectory, Yan Xing immediately deduced the purpose of the Lizardfolk Hero on its back.
His army was at a critical juncture, pursuing the retreating Lizardmen. He couldn’t let the Lizardmen magical beasts from the pond come ashore and cause trouble.
Yan Xing raised his hand and unleashed a bolt of Magic Lightning at the descending Bipedal Flying Dragon.
Magic Lightning was a Tier 1 Air Magic. Its attack power wasn’t high, but it could be cast very quickly.
However, when magic fell into Chui Chui’s hands, it would be an insult to her technomancer core if she didn’t make some modifications and optimizations.
Magic Lightning was originally direct current. After being released, its energy would diminish in a parabolic curve over distance. The power of such a Tier 1 magic wasn’t great to begin with, and this decay weakened it further.
So, Chui Chui added a pulse to the Magic Lightning, converting it from direct current to alternating current. This allowed the Magic Lightning to travel farther and maintain its strength without significant energy loss over long distances.
As a result, the pulsed Magic Lightning Yan Xing released wasn’t a sharp, fleeting bolt but a vibrating column of electricity surging forward.
Longjaw, riding the Bipedal Flying Dragon and diving from the sky, spotted the lightning streaking toward him from the ground.
According to common magical knowledge, such lightning will barely be a spark by the time it reaches me, if anything at all. There’s a high chance not even a spark will remain.
Longjaw continued to urge the Bipedal Flying Dragon downward, preparing a Water Magic spell to summon a wave from the pond and extinguish the wall of fire.
But... why isn’t this incoming Magic Lightning shrinking? Why does it seem to be getting bigger?
Realizing something was wrong, Longjaw immediately yanked the Bipedal Flying Dragon’s reins. The creature swiftly unfolded its wings for an emergency maneuver.
The Magic Lightning, its power undiminished, shot past, almost grazing Longjaw’s face.
However, by a stroke of cruel fate, Longjaw let out another long belch at that exact moment.
「The bottle the Lizardmen had found in the forest and presented to Longjaw was, in fact, a Molotov cocktail Chui Chui had thrown off-target.」
Naturally, the bottle contained gasoline.
For some, the smell of gasoline isn’t irritating; on the contrary, it can be as addictive as a narcotic.
Moreover, when gasoline is ingested, body heat causes it to vaporize, leading to continuous belching.
What’s belched out is, naturally, gasoline vapor.
Clan Leader Longjaw had drunk the entire bottle of gasoline. His stomach was constantly producing gasoline vapor, which he then expelled with his belches.
When this expelled gasoline vapor mixed with the air and encountered the Magic Lightning, it ignited, causing a violent explosion.
Thus, Yan Xing, on the ground, saw a crimson fireball erupt in the night sky.
He asked Chui Chui, puzzled, "Didn’t I just cast Air System Magic Lightning? How did it produce the effect of the Fire System’s Magic Explosive Flame? Did your modifications mix up the elemental systems?"
Chui Chui was also very puzzled. "Master, I don’t know what happened. I’m sure my modifications were for Magic Lightning. How did it turn into Fire Magic? This is unscientific!"
Yan Xing didn’t dwell on the magic’s inexplicable transformation. After all, a battle was raging, and scientific inquiries could wait until it was over.
"Never mind that! Where did that Bipedal Flying Dragon go? Prepare for the ultimate!"
Chui Chui replied enthusiastically, "Yes, Master! Angel’s Descent Tier 1 preparations underway! Constructing Support Magic Array, preparing to deploy Rare Alchemical Resources... Master, report! The enemy Lizardfolk Hero is fleeing northward on the Bipedal Flying Dragon! Shall we initiate Angel’s Descent to pursue immediately?"
Yan Xing shouted, "Pursue? Why pursue? Secure the Rare Alchemical Resources! Since their commander has fled, we’ll close the net and wipe out all these Lizardmen!"
「Meanwhile, the Steel Fang Troop surged from their ambush, coordinating with the main force to deliver the final blow and annihilate the Lizardman troops.」
Clan Leader Longjaw frantically urged his Bipedal Flying Dragon to fly northwards at top speed.
He looked utterly disheveled, his face and body covered in soot. The Bipedal Flying Dragon also had large patches of skin badly burned from the explosion.
Yet, within the Longjaw Clan Leader’s soot-blackened face, his eyes gleamed with a euphoric excitement, like someone high on narcotics.
He muttered to himself, "I can breathe fire... No, that was Dragon Breath! I can unleash Dragon Breath!
"This is a gift from the gods! It has awakened the latent Dragon Clan bloodline hidden within my Lizardman body!
"I will become the greatest Lizardman!
"No! A Dragonborn..."