Chapter 527: Trample

Chapter 527: Trample

Sein had never realized how deeply he mattered to Tourmaline. T/his chapter is updat/ed by nov(ê(l)biin.c/o/m

It was somewhat embarrassing to admit that while Tourmaline had occasionally thought of Sein over the past twenty years, Sein had been completely preoccupied with Leena during his time on the Knight Continent and had not spared a single thought for the dragon turtle.

However, Sein had mentioned Tourmaline to Leena.

Thus, when an assembly of sea kings, accompanied by a giant mermaid and a massive dragon turtle, emerged through the elemental gate, confusion and astonishment seized all the black mages in the surrounding waters—except for Leena, who exhaled a soft sigh of relief.

Leena had already taken out the Dark Crystal Rod Sein had crafted for her, ready to confront Gandra in a deadly battle.

However, the appearance of White Stella and Tourmaline provided Leena with a chance to secretly stow her Dark Crystal Rod away while the other black mages were still stunned.

Though Leena’s Dark Crystal Rod was significantly less powerful than Sein’s Verdant Flame Heart Rod, it was far from an ordinary magic rod.

Its capability to open portals to the Undead World and summon legions of undead alone made it a coveted item among even Rank Three mages.

With the arrival of Tourmaline and White Stella, the immediate danger to Sein had dissipated.

After Tourmaline hurried to Sein’s side, she took a moment to study him before asking, “Are you all right?”

Tourmaline's voice was inherently delicate, yet her immense size gave it a certain depth.

This was why Sein failed to recognize Tourmaline as female, despite having spent several years with her.

Sein had conducted numerous experiments on Tourmaline’s back, even extracting powders and scales from her shell with his instruments.

Despite being a truth seeker, he had never considered diving into the ocean to study Tourmaline from below.

If not for White Stella, Sein might have never realized that Tourmaline was female.

“I’m fine, though I’ll need to rest and recuperate. My internal organs have been messed up.” Sein coughed up blood as soon as he finished speaking.

The blood stained his magic robe, prompting Tourmaline to raise an eyebrow at him.

The giant dragon turtle then turned her head toward where Gandra was.

The deathly clouds, once thick and menacing, seemed small and almost pitiful in comparison to Tourmaline’s massive size.

Indeed, among the group of oceanic giants surrounding them, none were smaller than a thousand meters.

This was definitely not something that could be changed by the power of a single individual alone.

Facing the Rank Three black mage, who had nearly obliterated Sein with a single blow, Tourmaline responded ruthlessly and returned him a slap.

While Gandra’s deathly hand spanned merely tens of meters and was not particularly thick, Tourmaline’s slap cast a shadow over a hundred meters of sea.

Beneath this shadow, Gandra trembled in his deathly clouds form.

He tried to escape the oppressive aura surrounding him, but he was up against the combined pressure of all the sea kings.

Even a Rank Four tower master from the black towers would be helpless, let alone a Rank Three black mage.

Tourmaline’s paw, heavy as a mountain, descended once more.

The previously calm sea surface churned once again, erupting into thousands of meters of white waves.

With a single press of her paw, the deathly clouds that Gandra had assumed dispersed instantly.

When Tourmaline lifted her paw again, the remnants of the deathly cloud showed signs of reassembling.

Gandra, a mid-stage Rank Three black mage, was not without substantial power.

Tourmaline, as powerful as a demigod, could easily suppress him. However, completely obliterating him with one blow proved difficult.

Fueled by indignation, Tourmaline repeatedly stomped on the remnants of the deathly clouds without hesitation.

Tourmaline raised her head and told Sein, “I detest these creatures the most; their very presence makes me very uncomfortable. How dare they harm my friend too!”

When she finally ceased her action, Gandra’s aura had long dissipated

Sein saw no trace of him in the surrounding waters either.

Around the area Tourmaline had trampled, a network of thin white lines appeared. The churning seawater continuously poured into these cracks.

“Spatial rift!” Gypson, who had observed the demise of the Rank Three black mage from afar, gasped in shock.

The sheer physical force required to create a spatial rift was unimaginable to Gypson.

This dragon turtle was clearly not an ordinary demigod—she was something far beyond that realm!

Her earlier attack was imbued with a mastery of the power of law that seemed like an innate ability.