Chapter 645 - Is It Really Over Now? (1/2)

Chapter 645: Is It Really Over Now?

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

As soon as he heard Nozama’s words, Link was instantly shocked.

Whenever Nozama said this in the game, it meant that he would cast the large-scale attack spell, Storm of Death.

Storm of Death

Level-19 Legendary Spell

Effect: Spell unique to Nozama. It uses the heavily chaotic power of the Abyss to create countless high-speed vortices. The countless vortices then form a giant magic vortex that stretches as far as one can see. Everything inside the vortex is crushed to powder.

(Note: When the windstorm appears, death follows!)

In the foreign Fedaro, this spell was only around Level-13, but it was still a terrifying force. Under this spell, around 5000 miles of forest would be destroyed. Even if they didn’t die, they would still have nowhere to hide.

Romeon saw Link’s strange expression and hurriedly asked, “What, is he really powerful?”

Link nodded tersely while his mind whirred. By now, Nozama’s body had already changed. Black light shone around him. The light surged from all directions and rushed towards his body. They were so fast that these lights seemed to form a whirlpool too.

In the game, it took three seconds to cast the Storm of Death. It didn’t give Link much time to react.

A second later, Link knew he couldn’t keep hesitating. He had to leave now. Turning towards Romeon, he asked, “Is it north?”

“Yes, that direction.” Romeon pointed somewhere northwest.

Link’s power surged, and he used a teleportation spell. White light flashed, covering them all. Buzz. The light disappeared, but they were still there.

“What’s wrong?” Romeon was shocked. He knew this spell, but it was actually ineffective now.

Link grew serious. “The space is locked… There’s no time. He’s going to cast the spell!”

While speaking, Link’s back trembled. A pair of dragon wings more than 30 feet wide opened. They curled around everyone present and covered them, forming a sealed dragon wing shield.

Almost at the same time, Nozama’s voice mixed with aggressive aura yelled, “Let death devour all!”

Link looked up. The entire sky was black. It was afternoon, but it seemed to be night. In the dark and sunless sky, Nozama suddenly reached out, pressing downward. Boom. Countless dark purple vortices appeared out of nowhere. They spread, covering Link’s vision.

Whoosh, whoosh… Death…destruction…devour… The wind screamed and had countless hoarse roars mixed in. Listening closely, one could hear many chilling wails. It was as if there was a deep abyss before them, filled with countless miserable souls trying to escape. Their freedom was restricted by something and could only reach a handout, grappling and dragging the creatures living in the light to the dark abyss to taste the misery together.

In this windstorm, mountains were flattened, trees were crushed, and stones were pulverized. An instant later, the wind pressed down on Link’s wings.

That moment, Link felt boundless pressure weighing down on him, trying to crush him. He couldn’t do anything or even budge. He could only grit his teeth and bear it.

The crystallized dragon scales were abnormally tough. They were immune to all spells under Level-18. This spell from Nozama was only at Level-14. Because of the large scale, Link felt pressure, but it still couldn’t break through the wings’ protection.

One second, two seconds, three… The windstorm was still raging. Outside the wings, tidal waves crashed, and the storm ravaged the world. Inside the wings, it was quiet and calm like a safe refuge.

The people protected by the wings—mortal Magician Dadara, the demons, and Protector Romeon—were all shocked by Nozama’s crazy power. They were also surprised by Link’s tough body. Both Nozama and the dragon all had a power unimaginable by mere mortals!

Ten seconds later, the windstorm started weakening. A bit later, the storm subsided. Link opened his wings and looked at its surface. It was covered with all types of dust. He shook his wings, and the dust fell down. The wings were completely undamaged. The surface was only a bit hot.

They’d been surrounded by tall mountains and forests. Looking around, he saw that it had now turned into a huge plain. All that remained was scorched black dirt with dark aura rising up from it.

The only living things were the grass and flowers in the six-foot-wide area around Link. But under the corrosion of the dark aura, they were quickly wilting. With nowhere to hide, Link’s group was exposed to Nozama.

Nozama slowly descended. He smiled faintly, but his blood-red eyes were still cold. “You hid well, Ferde lord. My spell couldn’t break through your scales. You always surprise me.”

As he spoke, a black sword appeared in his hands. It was thin and narrow—only five centimeters wide but six feet long. The sword’s back was black and didn’t reflect any light while the blade was silver. When he brandished the sword, one could only see a silver streak.