Second World-Chapter 1773 Life-trading Curse

?The black hole was produced by Jack's Void Displacement Eye. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't be able to use this skill to teleport an attack. Much less something as large as the mega chaos lance, but his mana awakening let him alter his skills to seemingly infinite possibilities.

The mega chaos lance was now stuck in Azzarilth's chest. She couldn't believe that she would be struck by her own spell. Despite her element being chaos, she still received massive damage from the lance since there was no resistance for the chaos element.

The mega chaos lance also caused disorder in her mind and negated her natural recovery ability. She used her two hands to exert pressure on the lance in her chest, crushing it into particles. While she was doing that, Broidrireg completed his mega spell.

Five oriental dragons bathed in golden lights burst out of his completed spell formation. They flew toward Azzarilth without delay. Azzarilth was still disoriented and unsettled. She didn't react in time when the five dragons came at her from different sides.

"Raahhh…!!!" She growled as runic symbols appeared around her. She was using the ultimate mana defense technique to stop the five dragons from touching her.

Jack lunged forward. He was about to attack Azzarilth to interrupt her focus, but he suddenly stopped midway. He stopped because he sensed something was wrong with him. He then heard a loud thump. He felt as if his heart was exploding. Before he knew what was happening, everything went black.

"Jack…!" Broidrireg saw the irregularities with Jack. Jack had suddenly stopped and the multicolored aura cloaking his body was gone. He then fell.

Broidrireg rushed down and caught Jack before he fell too far.

"Jack!" Broidrireg called again. Jack was lying still on his palm. Jack didn't respond. He was unconscious.

While Broidrireg saved Jack from falling, Eoranth pressed his assault on Azzarilth. He formed soul bombs in his hand and threw them at Azzarilth. These soul bombs increased the pressure applied to her mana defense. Azzarilth couldn't do anything in retaliation since she was using all her focus to prevent the golden dragons from reaching her.

"You, repulsive pup! I will crush you for this!!" She hissed at Eoranth.

"I will have my revenge today. Die, you vile traitor!" Eoranth roared. He threw another soul bomb with all his might. This bomb finally shattered the runes that acted as Azzarilth's shield. The five golden dragons rushed in then.

Each of the five golden dragons bit Azzarilth at different parts of her body. She roared as the golden dragons turned into energies that latched onto her. Her whole body was covered by a golden layer.

"Graahhh…!!!" She tried fighting the power eroding her body, but she was already weak after getting hit by the mega chaos lance. She didn't have enough strength to stop the golden energies from completely covering her entire body.

Damage numbers continued popping up on her head, both from the golden energies eroding her body and also from the residual energy of the mega chaos lance. She found herself to become extremely stiff. She couldn't move.

"Rrgghh…!!" She was unwilling to give up. She continued to try exerting force. She was unable to. She turned to her brood. She had been calling them for some time but they had not arrived. She saw then that they were hindered by the enemy force.

The battle in the capital was mostly over by now. The Liguritudum soldiers were either fleeing or surrendering. The outworlders supporting Liguritudum were either fleeing or dead. The beholders fled after the eldritch beholder's clone was defeated. All that was left was her brood.

While she was watching her brood, she sensed an incoming attack but couldn't do anything about it. Eoranth's claw slammed into her face.

"Die!" Eoranth roared while hitting Azzarilth again and again. "This is for my father! This is for all the dragons that perished in the ancient war because of what you did! You will die, today…!!"

Azzarilth snarled at Eoranth as he continued to send her punishments. Her snarl slowly turned into a mad laugh.

"Hahahaha… Hahaha… HAHAHA…!!!"

"You mad dragon! Laugh all you want. You will still die today!" Eoranth yelled without slowing his strikes.

"Hahaha! Yes, I will, but I will take you with me, dear nephew!!" Azzarilth spoke back.

Her eyes flared crimson and a spell formation appeared before her face. It was unlike any other spell formation. The runes that formed that spell formation were much more intricate and complex than any. Eoranth was surprised by the appearance of that spell formation. Azzarilth should have been unable to do anything when she was restrained by Broidrireg's mega spell. He moved away while using his two arms and wings to shield himself from whatever spell Azzarilth was casting.

Broidrireg noticed what Azzarilth was doing. "No!!!" He shouted. He hurriedly dashed toward them.

But it was too late, Azzarilth had completed her spell. She continued to laugh madly, "Hahahahaha…!!!"

Her completed spell formation didn't disappear and turned into an effect like other spells. Instead, the runes inside the spell formation multiplied and expanded. They were as if alive. These interconnecting runic symbols flew toward Eoranth.

When Eoranth was still confused by the abnormality of Azzarilth's spell, he found someone appearing in front of him.

"Broidrireg!" He shouted.

Broidrireg came between Eoranth and Azzarilth's spell just before the spell arrived. That spell hit his body instead. The runic symbols touched his body. They seared into his body and became burning tattoos.

"Well, this is a surprise," Azzarilth said with a chuckle. "But this is better. It seems we will meet our brother together. Hehe… I will go first. Don't make us wait too long, brother."

Her HP bar still had around thirty percent left. It would still be some time before Broidrireg's mega spell drained her huge HP reserve, but her HP suddenly dropped rapidly to zero.

The golden light cloaking her body vanished once she died. Her body plunged down followed by several loots.

"What… What happened…?" Eoranth asked. They won but somehow, he didn't feel like it was a clean victory. He turned to Broidrireg. The burning tattoos were still spreading around his body.

Broidrireg sighed. "What she used just now was the Life-trading Curse," He explained. "It is a spell that uses one's own life to cast. It is a last resort spell that aims to take down an opponent at the cost of the caster's life."