Otaku Witch-Chapter 361 324. Wrath of Levatin

"Hiss, hiss, hiss... It's killing me."

Outside the arena, the Clown Grand Inquisitor, originally enjoying the show, suddenly shuddered, but fortunately, he quickly recovered, and no one else noticed anything unusual.

"Damn it, why is it always me who has to suffer the pain? You all are afraid of pain, aren't I?"

However, inside the Sea of Consciousness, the Fairy King's consciousness gritted her teeth and cried out, trembling with a cold fury.

As the fourth thought circuit to be conceived, she had been designated at birth to take charge of the Martial Soul Incarnation, putting her in a high and free position, supposedly enviable to the older siblings.

But why, why had things turned out this way, why was it always her who had to suffer and struggle? She wasn't having any of it.

Today was supposed to be a mission together, with Number One and Number Two controlling the Phantom King, while Number Three, affected by a Clown Illusion, wasn't functioning wholly, just idly logging off. Thus, Number Four still controlled the Martial Soul Body.

However, those old predecessors were truly shameless, while Number One and Number Two were the ones taking the hits, the pain was felt in Number Four's heart. At that moment, Number Four wished she could log off idly like Number Three.

But oh well, she had grown used to it now; this level of pain was no big deal anymore, and what could she do about it? Who was going to let her leave? She was born last and was the youngest, wasn't she?

Now, Number Four could only hope inside her heart that the soon-to-form Little Five would be born quickly, and she was determined to change her current rank in the family hierarchy.

Yeah, speaking of Little Five, she was close to a complete formation, just a day or two away. She felt like an old maid finally becoming a mother-in-law, better days were coming.

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The Fairy King reflected on this.

Meanwhile, Dorothy habitually transferred the pain she felt to the Fairy King outside who was enjoying the show, before it even affected her body, and her two thought circuits were fully engaged in defending against the onslaught.

Magical shields of various kinds piled up around her, to the point where she even disdained those copied defense spells from her opponent for not being useful enough, and started casting even stronger high-level defense spells like Invincible Golden Body on her own.

Unfortunately, the duration of Invincible Golden Body was too short, a mere five seconds of invulnerability was nothing against the bombardment of the Nine-Ring Artillery Magic in three rounds, forcing Dorothy to use both Golden Body and Shields to just hang on.

Luckily, she eventually survived stubbornly, but it was a pyrrhic victory, as her battered body was severely damaged and her original 200k magic power was completely drained, leaving her without the ability to fight.

Thankfully, there's always a way out. Just as her last shield was about to disintegrate and the Phantom King was about to be scalded to death by lava, her two thought circuits found a desperate measure from the many replicated spell slots.

Well, it wasn't exactly a lifesaver, it was more accurate to call it a drink of poison to quench a thirst.

After all, it wasn't any healing secret technique but a desperate magic like the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique in novels, allowing a dying person to burn themself for a short burst of strength beyond their peak.

Nine-Ring Revenge Magic. Wrath of Levatin.

As soon as Dorothy saw that someone had lucked out and obtained this spell slot, her eyes sparkled, and she unleashed the magic without hesitation.

Well, speaking of this magic, she herself had never mastered it before. After all, as a Research Witch who feared death and pain, there was no need for her to explore such self-destructive spells. However, she had heard of the great renown of this magic as a Spell Master.

This thing was actually a castrated version of the Twelve-Ring Forbidden Curse "Twilight of the Gods." Compared to the terrifying power of the original curse, which could engulf the entire world in an unextinguishable Cataclysmic Fire the moment it was cast, this Nine-Ring castrated version was significantly weakened.

It was a Transformation Magic that could turn the caster into a giant, entirely engulfed in flames, not only instantly restoring full life force but also significantly boosting all attributes for a short period and inheriting the talent template of the Flame Giant race, automatically mastering various Flame Magic.

The only problem was that the Cataclysmic Fire of the Flame Giant was too domineering. It would burn not only the enemy, but also the caster themselves. The life force restored by the spell would be continuously depleted by the power of the Cataclysmic Fire, and if you couldn't defeat the enemy before being burned to death by it, it was essentially a suicide.

Even if you defeated the enemy, you would still have to painfully watch as you were slowly burned to death due to the difficult-to-extinguish nature of the Cataclysmic Fire.

In short, once this spell was activated, unless some powerful being capable of extinguishing the Cataclysmic Fire came to the rescue, the caster's death was certain.

This magic and the original forbidden curse were both secrets of the Giant race, but as the witches had conquered many Giant Worlds, both spells became trophies from those wars against giants.

If it were outside, making Dorothy cast such a desperate spell would probably make her hesitate a lot. But now, under the shelter of a False Life in the training ground and burning through the mana body of the Phantom King, there was nothing to hesitate about — it was time to self-destruct. Your next read is at novelbuddy

Incidentally, this type of suicidal magic is generally banned in normal duel contests. It is only in the rules of the battle royale games that such spells haven't been banned.

But isn't the spell slot repository of the Judgment Court a bit too strange? Why is there even a slot for this type of suicidal magic? Moreover, what kind of person could practice these spells to Great Achievement proficiency? Why is she so skilled in it—how many times has she self-destructed?

As Dorothy wondered erratically in her heart, she followed the spell slot's guide, casting the spells rapidly and with "No Emotion."

Finally, as the last layer of the lava-resistant Shield flickered and fizzled out around her, the molten lava in the Lava Lake suddenly churned. The magma, which had been cooling and almost solidifying into stone, boiled over once again, as if someone had stoked the fire underneath.

Ultimately, a giant arm tens of meters tall emerged from beneath the lava, followed by an even larger body. Eventually, the hundred-meter tall Flame Giant, burning with colorless Cataclysmic Fire, towered mightily within the Lava Lake.

"Roar....."

The furious giant roared skyward, then reached out her hand as the surrounding Cataclysmic Fire converged into her hand, forming a great sword as tall as herself.

This sword was called Levatin, a legendary Magic Sword said to be wielded by the king of the giant race in their legends.

Now, a seemingly trivial horizontal swing of the hundred-meter sword sent a surge of Cataclysmic Fire burning towards the strategizing group not far away, who had just breathed a sigh of relief.

With just one strike, it instantly vaporized more than a dozen witches.

...entering the second phase of the boss fight...