Beyond the Bloodline-Chapter 262: Impromptu Lesson II
The once-heavy tome felt noticeably lighter—a natural consequence of the countless pages Wanette had torn out and not replaced during their battles.
He flipped over to the blank pages, and then, with magic power in his fingers, began drawing a series of runes on some of them.
When he finished, he turned to Wanette and took her hand, placing it over the freshly inscribed pages. Her amethyst eyes widened in surprise as Jamie guided her magic power, threading it into the runes in a carefully choreographed pattern.
The energy pulsed and flared as the spell activated, the runes lighting up with an intense brilliance.
"A little trick your role model, Olivia, liked to use."
Jamie spoke, letting Wanette know the origin of the runes he’d just drawn and that line was enough to make Wanette’s attention which was already at 100%, go over the limit.
The enchanted pages tore free from the grimoire with a burst of force, streaking forward at supersonic speed.
They surrounded the last two elite elves in a formation, conjuring a spherical cage of energy. At that moment, Jamie released his hold over their movements, allowing them to regain control of their bodies.
Predictably, they lunged at the barrier, attempting to shatter it—a fatal error.
As they touched it, the runes flared to life, triggering a devastating chain reaction.
Explosions of condensed wind magic erupted within the spear, carving deep gouges into their armour and flesh.
Shards of dark light pierced their bodies, followed by a combination of water and lightning magic.
The elements merged in a lethal storm, electrocuting the elves with blinding bursts of energy. Before they could recover, the sphere shifted once more, turning into an inferno of molten earth created by the fusion of fire and earth elements, roasting them alive in a blistering heat.
The screams of the elves echoed through the area as the cage flared one last time, unleashing a final shockwave before dissipating.
Jamie let go of Wanette’s hand, stepping back with a satisfied nod as he named the spell.
"Runic Cataclysm. Effective, isn’t it?"
His tone was as light as if he’d just given a casual demonstration in a classroom and Wanette found herself unconsciously nodding.
It was indeed effective since she’d spent far less magic power than she had thought possible.
"Finish them off."
With that, Jamie’s impromptu lesson concluded.
He let the vampire trio kill the weakened high elves and the resulting experience boost was monumental—their levels surged from 515-525 to well over 650. Such a leap was unsurprising, considering the high elves were Inferior Legendries, nearly 200 levels their senior.
As for the remaining normal elves, Jamie nonchalantly raised his hand, forming a finger gun. A single spatial bullet shot forth, piercing the skull of one elf and dropping them instantly.
The bullet didn’t stop, continuing its deadly trajectory through the heads of every immobilized elf and wolf in its path. The forest echoed with their dying cries, a chilling backdrop as Jamie calmly approached the still-immobilised elven leader.
"Now then, you mentioned something about ’killing the targets’ and ’eliminating witnesses.’
Care to elaborate?"
"?!"
The Arch Elf’s eyes widened in shock, but he held his tongue. His silence drew a wry smile from Jamie.
"Not very cooperative, are we? That’s not good."
Jamie raised a hand and flicked the elf’s forehead lightly.
**BAMMM!!!
The impact sent the elf hurtling through the forest, crashing through over a dozen trees before tumbling to a stop at the base of the thirteenth. Groaning, he staggered to his feet, summoning his magic power in desperation.
Frost magic surged around him, drawing in ambient ice law energy to amplify his attack. He unleashed a colossal wave of frost magic toward Jamie, its power strong enough to sink an island.
But when the magic struck Jamie, it shattered harmlessly, leaving him completely unscathed.
The current Jamie could be in the centre of a planetary explosion and come out without a scratch, much less an island-level attack.
Jamie strode through the dissipating frost as though it were a light breeze, grabbed the Arch Elf by the collar, and lifted him effortlessly. He shook his head, a look of mock disappointment on his face.
"Still resisting? Tsk, tsk. That’s not good."
With a flick of his left hand, Jamie struck the elf’s forehead again, sending him flying through another dozen trees like a ragdoll.
The Arch Elf felt his skull fracture, the searing pain and disorientation overwhelming him. Before he could even muster a groan, Jamie summoned his spatial power, lifting the elf’s limp body into the air.
With a nonchalant motion, Jamie hurled him overhead, slamming him down right in front of Davina and the others.
Jamie appeared beside the elf in an instant, resting a hand on his back with the easy familiarity of an old friend as he asked.
"Still not ready to talk? That’s not good."
Without waiting for a reply, Jamie grabbed the elf by the neck and lightly tossed him forward. The elf’s body hurtled into the side of the mountain they’d camped in the night before, embedding itself deep into the stone.
Jamie strolled over, yanked the elf free, and slapped him awake with a sharp crack.
"Let’s try this again."
He slammed the elf’s back against the rock face, leaving cracks spiderwebbing out from the impact.
The elf coughed violently, blood spattering from his mouth as his chest heaved with each laboured breath. His voice cracked, each word coming out in broken gasps.
"Y-you... y-you’re... Transcendent... above... a deity..."
Jamie barely reacted to this revelation.
"You’re still not saying what I want to hear. That’s not good."
The Arch Elf let out a raspy laugh, his eyes gleaming with desperation and defiance, though his body was clearly on the brink of collapse.
Suddenly, the ground beneath them trembled, and Jamie sensed a surge of magic power coming from the distance.
He snapped his head in that direction and frowned, a reaction that elicited a laugh from the Arch elf, whose maniacal grin stretched unnaturally wide as he screamed.
"It’s not good for YOU."
With a sigh, Jamie casually snapped the elf’s neck without even looking. The energy of the Law of Death coated his palms, and before the soul could be claimed, he grabbed it, stuffing it into his subspace.
The ground continued to tremble as a powerful blizzard of magic erupted into the sky, traces of sealing law energy swirling within it.
The Vampire trio stared in disbelief at the overwhelming surge of power—far more than they’d ever witnessed before.
The wind screamed, cutting through the air with a bone-chilling cold, while the sky above darkened unnaturally, casting a shadow over the frozen landscape.
"What is this...?"
Davina whispered, her legs giving way as she collapsed. David and Wanette weren’t faring much better, and some of the adventurers from the Iron Fang Guild had already passed out under the pressure of the immense magical pressure.
Then, it came.
|GROARRRRRRR!!!|
A deafening roar echoed through the land, so deep and primal it felt as though the very space around them quivered in fear.
From the distance, emerging from the swirling blizzards, the silhouette of a creature slowly came into view.
It was a behemoth.
Eight long, serpentine necks stretched from its hulking body, each one covered in stormy grey scales.
Each of the eight heads bore eyes that glowed with murky gold light, and the eight tails extending from its lower body flicked and lashed behind it, each ending in razor-sharp spikes.
As it stepped forward, the earth cracked beneath its immense weight. Each footfall sent tremors rippling through the ground, and a suffocating wave of power radiated from it.
"Tsk, to think there was a Deity Realm dragon around here."
Jamie muttered to himself, watching the eight-headed dragon move. His gaze shifted to the vampire trio, now on their knees, their bodies unable to stand under the sheer weight of a Deity’s presence.
Snapping his fingers, a shield of cosmic energy enveloped them, protecting them from the crushing pressure they couldn’t even begin to comprehend.
Once more, the eight-headed dragon roared, the reason or emotion behind that roar unknown to all who heard.
Ignoring it, Jamie was about to speak to the vampire trio when his senses picked up on magic power gathering. He looked up and saw magic power surging up the dragon’s eight necks, emerging from the eight maws as powerful breaths.
