Self-created Spells

Deep in the Hodyr’s lowest hull—the ammunition depot—the battle raged with ferocity unseen on deck.

When two forces are evenly matched,combat descends into a grinding deathlock.

Clanging metal, exploding spells, and dragon roarsshook the very foundations—floating shelves trembling from the sheer force.

Hah… hah…

What a damnably resilient opponent.

Black knelt on one knee,the Overlord Spear his only support.

His weapon hand trembled violently—sweat and blood dripping from his chin,pooling into a small crimson puddle.

He bore over ten wounds—a deep gash across his left arm from Purple Dragon’s vines.

Every shift of his grip sent lancinating pain through his nerves.

Worse—his spiritual energy was nearly depleted.

Nearby, Little Jinzi fared no better.

Over one-third of its golden scales were shattered,and a broken wooden thorn jutted from its right wing,forcing it to fly in wobbly, unstable arcs—no longer capable of its once-deadly dives.

The Abyssal Wyrm was in critical condition—several spinal bone spurs snapped,a massive tear in its azure wing,its form flickering in and out of visibility—on the verge of dispersal.

To have reduced Black and his summoned beasts to this state,

Purple Dragon was, of course, not unscathed.

His breathing was ragged,his black robe shredded to tatters,a bowl-sized hole gaped in his left shoulder—pierced clean through by the Overlord Spear.

Yet his will held firm.

He stood guarding the core of “Doomsday Countdown”,

using layered spells to withstand wave after wave of assault.

“I admit,” he rasped, voice strained but steady,

“you’re the most exceptional young talent I’ve ever faced.”

“I even considered recruiting you into the Draconic Parliament.

With your potential, you could’ve risen higher than Lord Black Dragon.”

“But… you know too much.”

His eyes darkened with grim resolve.

He’d never imagined being besieged by both human and dragon—

and not just one, but two dragons.

“If you want me dead, just kill me,”

Black spat, forcing himself upright despite the agony,

“stop babbling like White Dragon. You really are a chatterbox.”

Purple Dragon loathed being called talkative.

Black Dragon and White Dragon could say it—

he couldn’t defy them.

But this Level 19 nobody?

Daring to mock him?

“You really are asking for death!”

He roared, ignoring the agony in his shoulder,raising his staff high.

Black energy swirled violently at its tip—the entire depot’s mana turning chaotic.

The floor erupted with blackened deadwood,coiling around floating shelves.

Thousands of razor-sharp thorns sprouted from the branches,thirsting for blood.

“This spell—awakened at my High-Tier breakthrough—is stronger than any divine skill!”

“To die by it… is your honor!”

“Deadwood Judgment!”

Black’s breath caught.

He knew this move.

In the game, it was the signature ultimate for wood-element mages—extremely high critical strike rate,responsible for countless comeback kills.

If fully cast,he and his dragons would be shredded, drained dry—leaving only husks.

And once initiated,the spell could not be interrupted.

Unless… he killed Purple Dragon before completion.

But that was impossible.

As the staff’s glow intensified,

Black’s heart hammered faster.

If I go all-out on defense…

He shook his head grimly.

His mana was at its limit.

Both dragons were on the brink.

They couldn’t survive this.

Damn it—what do I do?!

Then—his fingers brushed the crimson-gold token at his waist.

This… is Alice’s token?

“A protective charm from Her Majesty. Blocks one high-tier spell.”

Elizabeth’s gift would not be mediocre.

And in-game, such tokens did exist—imbued with high-tier defensive magic,capable of nullifying a full-power High-Tier attack.

A bold plan sparked in Black’s mind.

Instead of retreating,he charged forward,sprinting straight into the forming “Deadwood Judgment”!

Like a man welcoming death.

Purple Dragon sneered.

“Fool! This spell cannot be interrupted!

You’re rushing to your grave!”

He saw only desperation—not the trap being sprung.

As Black closed in,the spell reached completion.

BOOOOM!

Thousands of black thorned vines erupted like writhing serpents,so dense they screeched from compression.

A direct hit meant instant perforation,

flesh and blood sucked dry—leaving only a desiccated corpse.

“HAHA! DIE!”

Purple Dragon’s laugh was triumphant—until it died in his throat.

At the last instant,

Black ripped the token free—and crushed it in his palm!

SHIIING!

A radiant golden barrier burst forth,

encasing him in a luminous eggshell of light.

BOOM!

The thorned maelstrom slammed into the shield—a deafening detonation shaking the depot.

Vines shattered,black mana exploded like fireworks—but the golden barrier held,its glow only dimming slightly.

Until the last echo of “Deadwood Judgment” faded.

Purple Dragon’s smirk froze in horror.

Before he could react,

Black lunged through the fading light,now less than three meters away—perfect melee range!

His eyes flashed with killing intent,and he thrust the Overlord Spear with all his remaining strength!

Knight’s Basic Divine Skill: 【Skyrending Spear!】

Silver light blazed along the shaft—aimed straight for Purple Dragon’s heart!

Purple Dragon’s face twisted in terror.

His body, drained from spellcasting,responded with lethal sluggishness.

He barely twisted aside—moving his heart out of the spear’s path—but in doing so,he exposed his right arm—one gripping the staff!

SCHLICK!

The spear pierced through shoulder and arm,severing the limb clean off!

Blood geysered.

His right arm hit the floor with a wet slap.

The staff clattered beside it.

“AAAAGH!”

Purple Dragon screamed,staggering back in agony and shock.

He stared at Black,eyes wide with disbelief, fear, and fury.

“Y-you… you actually possessed…

such a high-tier defensive token?!”