Book 5: Chapter 200: Destroy

Book 5: Chapter 200: Destroy

Lilith closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, emptying her mind and immersing herself in a state of complete relaxation.

Her eyes suddenly snapped open, her pupils now a majestic molten gold. A terrifying sense of oppression, reminiscent of an ancient beast’s aura, erupted from her petite form.

The birds and beasts nearby stiffened under the immense pressure, plummeting to the ground like stones.

Lilith softly recited an ancient language that dated back to the origins of the dragon race, commanding the very rules of nature, her words flowing like water out of her vermillion lips.

[Burn]

[Gather]

The vast magic power, long compressed to its limit, was unleashed in an instant, materializing as a colossal fireball capable of incinerating the world. With the second command, this fireball began to compress continuously, morphing into a palm-sized, white orb.

Cradling the orb between her hands, the intense heat sizzled against her flesh. Her palms, though constantly regenerating under her formidable healing powers, were repeatedly charred to the bone, bringing waves of excruciating pain every cycle.

This concealment was necessary to avoid startling her enemies; an extra sun in the sky would send even the simplest minds fleeing.

Drained almost entirely by the effort, Lilith’s steps faltered, yet she looked at the island below her and gritted her teeth in determination.

“Not enough.”

Inhale... Exhale...

She regulated her breathing, her body voraciously absorbing the surrounding magic power like a parched sponge. However, the magic of this small world was laden with impurities, making direct absorption challenging.

Using herself as a conduit, Lilith funneled the immense magic power directly into the glowing orb in her palm. Each moment brought sharp, unimaginable pain as the raw magic coursed through her.

[Gather]

[Gather]

[Gather]

Lilith continued to issue commands, but the more magic she channeled, the more difficult it became to maintain control.

The orb, teeming with magical impurities, would have already been dangerously unstable without the constraints of the dragon language. A single misstep could trigger a premature detonation.

“That’s enough,” Lilith finally declared, gazing at the small orb in her hand.

“True, it’s making me feel warm.”

“Hehe, same... You guys paint quite the picture... A steamer here, a fryer there... It makes me feel as though I’m standing right beside a stove.”

“Exactly, it’s enough to make you sweat.”

One of them wiped the sweat on his brow but then paused, suddenly realizing something was amiss. “Wait, the description is so vivid that I feel like I’m not just standing by the stove... It’s more like the stove is right under my a̲s̲s̲!”

“Never mind your a̲s̲s̲, look up at the sky!” Verjade was the first to spot the source of their unease—a small turquoise fireball in the sky, initially no larger than a firefly, now growing rapidly larger.

As it drew closer, the temperature soared as if on a rollercoaster climb.

“What is that...?!” Verjade’s pupils shrink in sudden shock, staring at the small turquoise orb. A visceral premonition of death screamed a frantic warning in his heart.

Was this an enemy attack? An ambush? But who would it be? Who would dare target us all at once? And that little turquoise orb—surely it’s beyond our power to conjure. Aren’t entities and artifacts of the Saint Realm and above banned? How does something of this magnitude appear here?

Questions surged in his mind, identities flashing through his thoughts.

In the end, he stopped at the blonde girl that Ness and the others had mentioned, the one who proclaimed herself as Lady Erica’s lackey. They had described her as extremely powerful, yet only in raw strength, which was not powerful enough to instill genuine fear.

Princess Estelle’s presence has been too strong, drawing all eyes to her. Where is that blonde girl? Where did she go?

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Erica was the first to spot the turquoise orb.

At that moment, she and the burly man were staring at each other. She was even beginning to feel awkward. In an attempt to alleviate the discomfort, Erica decided to look up, rationalizing that it was a fine day to gaze at the sky.

That was when she spotted Lilith concealed among the clouds. Despite her enhanced vision with magic power, Erica could only make out a tiny black dot. Yet, her intuition screamed that it was Lilith.

Then she saw it—the small turquoise orb descending from the sky.

In that instant, Erica understood that it was Lilith’s weapon of mass destruction, likely meant to eliminate everyone gathered on the island in one fell swoop.

A troubling thought crossed her mind.

I’m here too, aren’t I? What am I supposed to do now that she has dropped that weapon on us?