Volume Dragon: Start by obtaining the Infinity Gems

Chapter 74: Anti-Abyss Array

"Calm down, Maro, you need to calm down."

In the dark basement, the scarlet light illuminated Maro's face. He took a deep breath to cheer himself up, knelt on the ground and began to carve runes with trembling hands.

"Khloma"

"Summoene"

"What's the next word? Think about it, Maro! What is it? What is it?!"

Maro frantically hit his head with his fists, his eyes red as he recalled the dragon's voice in his mind, and he was so anxious that he almost cried.

“Khloma Summoene Rejector”

From nowhere, a gentle female voice softly sang in his ear, chanting every word of the spell. The voice was so gentle, sacred and full of compassion.

The silvery white moonlight had fallen around Marro at some point, silently dispelling the scarlet light. It was cold and graceful, like a veil separating Marro from everything outside of him.

what is that?
Marlo raised his hands in a daze, trying to catch the moonlight, but the light flowed through his fingers like sand. His eyes were no longer red, and his mood was no longer anxious. He listened quietly to the female voice in his mind.

"Selune of Mercy"

He bit his finger, and blood stained the ground. He wrote the ancient dragon language stroke by stroke. It was a mystery that could not be washed away by time. It was a spell recorded in the world where every intelligent creature existed - [Anti-Abyss Array].

When the three-layer altar is covered by the spell of the ritual, the power of the abyss will be reversed, because the original body of the [Anti-Abyss Array] is itself the counter-spell of the ritual spell that summons the abyss.

Extract, reverse, dismiss.

[Anti-Abyss Array] No one knows who invented this spell, but it exists in most worlds in the multiverse, as if an unknown force spread it.

It is the culmination of the application of arcane magic to counter-spells, and the only known means of breaking the rituals of the Abyss below the level of gods.

Perhaps the abyss sensed the changes in the altar, and the demons on the ground became riotous. The cowardly demons began to rush into the positive energy fog without fear of death. Even being burned to ashes could not stop them.

In the sky, more demons were flying. They were a mixture of vultures and humanoids, with twisted beast bodies and a pair of broad wings that constantly emitted a foul odor.

That was a Flo demon, the backbone of the air force in the demon army, a seventh-level demon whose cry could scare surrounding creatures and release a cloud of highly poisonous corrosive spores.

Above where they were hovering, the portal was rapidly expanding. A giant hand emerged from it, and then a gigantic demon jumped out.

It looks like a frog without a neck, with sharp spines and disgusting pustules all over its body.

"Berserker" Nemesis' pupils shrank as he hovered in the air. This big guy was no simple character. Each Berserker was the craziest warrior in the abyss, possessing the strength to rival a level 12 warrior.

The berserker that fell to the ground at this time was not afraid at all after seeing the fog. Instead, it bared its fangs and dripped green sticky saliva.

“Dragon delicious dragon”

It squatted like a frog, then suddenly jumped up and rushed towards the fog like a rocket. The positive energy in the fog rubbed its skin, making a "sizzling" sound, but the Berserker didn't care at all. After its skin was burned into charcoal by the positive energy, it rushed out of the fog.

Nemesis frowned. This berserker had already entered the eleventh level, and his physical fitness had been greatly enhanced. Fortunately, the demons in the abyss were all stupid creatures that relied on instinct to fight, and they had no professional bonuses.

Otherwise, combined with the warrior's paragon power - [Super-Speed ​​Regeneration], this demon will be much more difficult to deal with.

【Advanced Mirror Image Technique】!
Nemesis chanted a spell, and his figure instantly split into twelve mirror images. The Berserker, who had just rushed out of the fog, looked at the thirteen scroll dragons around him in confusion, not knowing why there was suddenly more food.

"Roar!!"

It did not use its poor brain to think about the reason. It just chose a target nearby and rushed towards it. The speed of the Berserker exceeded the speed of sound, and it jumped in front of a mirror image in an instant.

"Hey?!"

It eagerly tore its sharp claws towards the scroll dragon, but found that there was no blood, flesh and screams as it expected where the claws passed. The claws went straight through the delicious-looking dragon's body.

Thirteen dragons chanted a spell together. It scratched the dragon in front of it unwillingly again, but there was no change. It realized that it had been tricked by magic.

Three-ring transformation spell——【Fear Spell】!
Thirteen green rays hit it, and one of them was a real ray. The power of the spell greatly weakened the berserker's resistance to magic. Just like the name of the spell, it would fear the power of the spell from now on.

Nemesis chanted the spell again, and the broken necromancy gathered at his fingertips, emitting a creepy gray light. [Weak Energy]!
Gray magic power entangled in the berserker's body, sucking its strength like a leech, and the strength was quickly lost in the combination of [Fear Spell] and [Energy Weakness Spell].

With a wave of the dragon's finger, a whirlwind of positive energy flew out from the fog and rushed towards the Berserker. Countless strong light rays scattered from the whirlwind and hit the Berserker's body.

The Berserker roared unwillingly and painfully. After its body was weakened doubly, it could no longer ignore the attacks of positive energy as before. The strong light rays carved tiny holes in its body, and foul-smelling green blood continued to flow out of them.

"No! Kururu won't go back like this!!"

The Berserker used up the last of its strength and pounced on the figure of another giant dragon, but under its expectant and wise eyes, its claws missed again.

It picked the wrong one again.

The Berserker fell to the ground unwillingly, and his entire body began to disintegrate and turn into dust. That was the result of being exposed to too much positive energy.

There was a distortion in the air, and then another scroll dragon slowly emerged from it. It was the real Nemesis, who had used [Advanced Invisibility] to hide himself long before the split mirror image.

This poor berserker would never be able to pick the right option from those thirteen dragon shadows even if he spent his entire life choosing.

After dealing with the Berserkers, Nemesis was just about to deal with the Vrocks, but he noticed from the corner of his eye that the mages guarding the black cocoons were in a tough fight.

The entire city of Degen had already been plunged into war at this time. Not only in the direction of Nemesis, there were demons everywhere. Various churches were protecting the citizens who fled to the churches, and the city guards were also trying their best to fight the demons.

But it was a drop in the bucket. The teleportation array was raining demons all the time. These demons passed through the guards' lines and approached the square from another direction.

"Lothrien! The protective spell is not ready yet! Hurry up!!" The Necromancer turned around and shouted while controlling the skeletons to fight zombies and cowards.

The half-elf was sweating profusely at this time, carving dense spells on the ground. Several wizards around him were fighting with the Cowardly Sea with all their might.

A wizard just threw out a fireball, and the explosive flames destroyed dozens of cowards. The next moment, more cowards rushed up, like endless locusts.

"I have used up all my spell slots! I only have one first-level spell slot left! How long will you take, Losrien?" The Shaper Mage gasped and yelled madly. All the magic power in his body had been drained away, and he couldn't even perform the simplest tricks.

Loslien carved the last stroke, stood up suddenly, and chanted a spell loudly. Countless protective runes linked into white chains, dancing wildly around their bodies, and finally turned into a golden-white shield.

Ritual casting——[Protection from chaos]!
Loslien was panting heavily, and there was not a bit of magic power left in his body. He spent a lot of time just to carve the magic circle under his feet. The magic circle represented a special spell - a ritual spell. It was a powerful spell that required extremely cumbersome steps and a large number of casters of the highest spell level to form.

The most representative spell of the protection school is the magic circle in front of you. It can protect against chaotic creatures, heavenly creatures, evil creatures, righteous creatures, and so on.

This ritual spell utilizes the core concept of the protection school - rejection, rejection of harm, rejection of approach. As long as the opponent falls within the scope of the ritual spell, he cannot step through the protective circle.

Demons are typical chaotic evil creatures, and [Protection from Chaos] can restrain them very well.

With the establishment of the protective magic circle, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the ground to catch their breath and rest without caring about their image. The cowardly demons on the periphery rushed up with fangs and claws bared, but were firmly blocked outside the protective circle.

Loslien looked at the black cocoon beside him with a complicated look. Logically speaking, if the opponent belonged to the chaos camp, he would be moved out of the protective circle by magic the moment the protective circle was established.

But the cocoon in front of him did not move at all.

This means that either the creature bred inside is not a chaotic creature, or it is a being whose rank is far higher than his.

"So, Chief Losrien, isn't it time for you to explain to us what's going on with that dragon? And what about the new wizard? He asked us to come here, but he disappeared at the critical moment?!" the Necromancer asked with an unhappy look on his face.

Losrien glared at him unhappily. At this moment, he threw away the demeanor that the half-elf usually insisted on maintaining.

"Don't ask about things that are not your business."

The necromancer was furious and was about to argue when the enchantress beside him said faintly, "That dragon must be Lord Nemesis, right?"

The sorceress's words startled everyone, and then they realized that although this guess was crazy, it had some clues to follow.

Losrien had no choice but to say, "Lord Nemesis is my master, a scroll dragon. I believe you are very familiar with this kind of dragon. They are born with extremely terrifying arcane knowledge. If you hope to go further on the path of a mage in the future, believe me, clinging to a scroll dragon is the wisest choice."

Losrien's words made everyone think deeply. Mages are extremely proud. If it was any other dragon, even a golden dragon, they might still consider it, but a scroll dragon
An arcane dragon roaming the multiverse, the master of spells and prophecies, and the guardian of the mysteries of the time rifts.
Thinking of the name of this dragon recorded in books, the mages' eyes lit up.

No wonder this guy Loslien recognized the other party as his master so readily. The mages looked at Loslien with a look of "you, you guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes", and started to make their own plans in their hearts.

(End of this chapter)