Otaku Witch-Chapter 362 325. Fight magic with magic

"Fuck this life, it's unbearable."

The Fairy King began to curse inwardly; at this moment, she felt as if she had been thrown into an incinerator. She was surrounded by scorching high temperatures, the greedy flames licking her skin, turning her originally delicate and soft body into charred flesh, fusing skin and muscle together in indescribable pain that surged violently throughout her.

Who could withstand such excruciating pain of being burned alive? Even the Fairy King, typically more tolerant of pain, found it difficult to bear at this moment.

But she had no choice but to clench her teeth desperately, trying her best not to let her body tremble, because she was now the Grand Inquisitor, Lord Clown, the chief examiner of this assessment. If she were to convulse, rolling on the ground and screaming, her career in the Judgment Court could be declared over on the spot.

Alas, burdened by such unscrupulous seniors, the poor and suffering Fairy King felt miserable in her heart.

However, she had no choice but to grit her teeth and suppress her pain with the indomitable will of the Martial God. Her already perfect martial consciousness became even more brilliant and pure through the torment of this suffering.

Meanwhile, in the training ground, the surviving members of the strategy group who had narrowly escaped the Cataclysmic Fire's strike looked quite pale. That one strike had cost them nearly a third of their manpower; now, only about twenty witches were left.

With fewer people, facing the even more terrifying Phantom King who had incarnated into a Flame Giant made their situation increasingly difficult.

Especially for the Stellar Speaker, the Commander, her face had completely darkened.

This is impossible to fight; there's no way to fight this now.

However, the Succubus Witch Madeline simply extended her hand, gathering the scattered items dropped by the witches who had perished in an instant.

Among these, she discovered the golden, shining Nine-Ring Magic, Wrath of Levatin.

The Succubus Witch briefly reviewed the introduction of the spell, then fell into silence.

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As she looked up again at the Flame Giant approaching them, Madeline was somewhat speechless, especially seeing the expressionless face of the Giant.

According to the description of the spell, the young lady should be enduring the excruciating pain of the Cataclysmic Fire. Normally, under such extreme pain, a caster would lose their mind and become a Berserker, instinctively attacking everything around them wildly.

But seeing the young lady appearing as if she felt nothing, Madeline couldn't help but be impressed by the bearer of the Indomitable Warrior Soul—it was truly terrifyingly strong.

After a brief consideration, the Succubus Witch gritted her teeth and absorbed the golden Spell Slot into her body, then handed over the other loot to Alice beside her before turning to the Stellar Speaker and saying,

"You all readjust the team; next, I will hold off the Phantom King."

To this, the Stellar Speaker also fell silent for a moment, then nodded her head.

The Cataclysmic Fire emanating from the Flame Giant was too terrifying; they could be burned to death on the spot just by getting close. If they couldn't even get close, the upcoming battle would be exceedingly difficult.

Only magic can counter magic; only Cataclysmic Fire can combat Cataclysmic Fire.

Initially, as the Commander, she had been thinking about how to persuade the witch who had obtained the Wrath of Levatin to voluntarily step forward to take the front line; however, that unfortunate or fortunate soul had already been instantly killed.

Luckily, this Holy Knight stepped up.

Watching the figure of the witch wearing the Holy Knight's mask stride forward, the Prophet Witch's gaze held a trace of gratitude and admiration.

She had been aware of this Holy Knight for a long time. The other party's prowess was arguably the best among the newbies, and as a fellow competitor, it had been hard not to pay attention.

Witches admire strength, and from afar, the Stellar Speaker had once watched her easily win against multiple opponents; even as a competitor, she thought such a powerful person was truly impressive.

And now, she had again demonstrated the genuine sacrificial spirit of a true Holy Knight, making the Stellar Speaker's heart race even faster.

Prophecy Witches generally held a pessimistic view of the future, primarily because in this world, tragic futures far outnumbered happy ones, especially for a race like Witches, which truly couldn't be considered benevolent.

Often, Prophecy Witches would lament over the Witch Society, decrying the decline of morals and the loss of traditional virtues.

But now, the Stellar Speaker felt as if she had seen a light in this dark world. This witch, codenamed the Paladin, seemed truly like a real Paladin who had stepped right out of a story, so dazzling and handsome.

How wonderful.

Miss Stellar Speaker's heart raced, but even though she was reluctant to let go, she quickly composed herself and calmly began to direct the remaining people to regroup.

"Roar...."

Unaware that her simple desire to follow the footsteps of her beloved was being misinterpreted, Madeline gritted her teeth and, alongside the Clown Illusion she controlled, launched the Wrath of Levatin.

Thus, accompanied by two roars, two Flame Giants rose from the ground, with the Giant Madeline had transformed into being even taller than the Phantom King's, while the Clown Illusion's was much shorter.

This was normal; after all, Transformation Magic generally enhanced based on the caster's own strength, and Madeline's power, nearly at the level of the Great Witch, was much stronger than the Phantom King's mere 200,000 Mana.

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However, it was only when the Succubus Witch truly transformed into a Flame Giant and experienced the searing pain of Cataclysmic Fire that she realized just how terrifying the young lady was.

Could a normal person's consciousness truly endure such pain?

Madeline's will, befitting a Peak Martial Saint, barely allowed her to prevent herself from berserkly turning around and attacking her teammates. As for anything more, she was powerless.

The tallest Flame Giant's eyes turned red, and she fell into a berserk state. The pain of the Cataclysmic Fire devouring her body caused her to continuously emit cries of agony as her hands madly pounded the earth.

Fortunately, the last vestige of Madeline's will allowed her to issue a final command to attack the Giant transformed from the Phantom King.

Thus, the large and small Flame Giants madly charged towards the calmly composed Giant on the opposite side.

Dorothy's expression changed at this.

Of course, she wasn't frightened by Madeline or the Clown Illusion on the other side; what really troubled her was the Fairy King's wails in the consciousness space.

Well, if it had only been her transforming into a Flame Giant, then the Fairy King could manage the pain, but now that Madeline had also transformed the Clown Illusion, the instinctual part of the third circuit that controlled the Clown Illusion unconsciously and habitually transferred the pain to the Fairy King...

In this moment, Dorothy couldn't help but reflect on whether she was being too harsh on this incarnation, for though the authority of the Clown Grand Inquisitor remained undiminished on the outside, who could truly understand the suffering beneath this dignity?

Well, once Little Five is born, she decided to spare Little Four; one shouldn't always fixate on tormenting the same target.

That is what Dorothy thought to herself.

Then she swung the Great Sword of Cataclysmic Fire, Levatin, to meet Madeline on the other side.

She had to admit she was impressed by her old friend's tenacity; she could easily have secured the top spot in this assessment without putting herself through such a perilous assault.

Though she inwardly grumbled, the Homebody Witch's face, already charred from the flames, nonetheless revealed a terrifying smile.

Well, she didn't dislike such a strong-willed personality after all.

...Flame Giants clashing...