Vol 2 Chapter 22 (1/2)

The Hero and the Reunion (part 8)

Another wave of people surged in.

“Get out of the way; the magicians are coming!!”

Magicians in wearing white quickly gathered. They pushed through the disorderly crowd, blocking Ailee from view.

With grave voices, they began to chant their spells.

Many layers of magic spells arose in alternation, giving off different colors of light.

The variation of colors from different spells were warped into a rainbow, and were sent flying in an orderly manner  towards the red dragon.

Because the red dragon was so lard, most of the spells. .h.i.t their mark.

But it was useless.

Dragons are creatures that are impervious to magic.

Let’s say a magician chanted a simple fireball spell. It  would merely weave their magic power into a flame, and then catapult it outwards.

Fire had no weight to it, so it could hit the dragon.

Using any magic that had similar weight, weaving it into a ball of magic power, would have the same strength as weaving magic into a fireball once pitched outwards.

What is a magic spell was simply the utilization of magic power.

Using the least amount of magic power to produce maximum damage was the essence of spells.

Tactics were something thought of by humans. For instance, which situations certain magics be used, such as offensive magic or body strengthening magic.

But to speak honestly, the spell that was shot out was just magic power.

The demon race’s bodies were made of mana wrapped around a “core.” Plus dragons are one of the strongest of the demon race.

Dragon armour is cast out of extremely intricate mana.

Just like how my full-power magic cannot compare to the damage Shen Zhen produces, the magicians’ small fireb.a.l.l.s were no different than tickles in the face of the extremely intricate magic power forming the dragon scales.

The city that Ailee was touring was a small city, which had feeble walls, and a limited number of soldiers.

Ailee had disobeyed the king of Sheng Qiao Yi because of me, thus she had no elite soldiers with her.

In other words, I was the only one capable of killing this dragon.

I had no idea or way right now, but it was something that I had to do.

Disarrayed swarms of people on the street were fleeing, screaming in futility.

Giant fires sprung up everywhere; it was like h.e.l.l on earth.

Those who were too slow had a chance of being devoured and burnt alive by the unexpected fires.

A normal person would not be able to extinguish a little spark.

They could only watch the flame grow, until ultimately, the whole body burned.

I leisurely went forward against the crowd, dragging the spearhead on the cobblestone, producing a raucous screech.

The year I was sixteen, I became an official member of the First Expedition Regiment.

Moreover, I was the most envied person of the First Expedition Regiment.

Because when I was training, Ailee would always sit in the shade of the tree with her legs all stretched out, embracing a jug of cold water.

Even when she had to use her handkerchief to constantly swipe her sweat because of the heat, she would never take a sip of that refres.h.i.+ng cold beverage.

When I went on break, she would then pour the cold water into a cup for me.

To be honest, there were times I felt were awkward. But I also felt extremely blessed.

When the sun was at its most bilious point, it only took me a day to be burnt black.

My whole body would get obvious sunburn lines. On my arms, the areas outside my sleeves would be burnt until the skin got so red it empurpled. After a few days, my sunburns would even split open.

Sweat dripped down both

of my cheeks, but I didn’t dare to wipe it without permission. Only when the military instructor left would I secretly take the chance to wipe all the collected sweat from chin. The beads of sweat would drip onto the ground.

My hands were also very sweaty, which would make my open wounds burn like fire.