strictlysupreme Chapter 148 Dust Explosion
Chapter 148 Dust Explosion
Chapter 148 Dust Explosion
"So, you want me to help you enter a dream world so you can test your newly acquired spells?"
Inside the room, Risa frowned slightly as she stared at Kane.
Kane met her gaze, nodded slightly, and said firmly, "I need your help, and the dream world is currently the safest and most ideal testing ground."
"I can promise you that, but you have to remember this."
"Constructing dreams frequently will consume a lot of my mental energy—you will have to help me obtain soul fragments as compensation later."
She spoke slowly and deliberately, her tone carrying a warning: "So, you'd better remember this."
Kane simply nodded, offering a vague but reassuring promise.
Risa stared at him for a long time, then finally snorted coldly and took a half step back: "—Come on."
She handed me the bottle of hallucinogenic potion.
Kane took it, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.
The cool liquid slid down my throat, and an irresistible drowsiness instantly swept over my entire body.
He lay down on the bed, his eyelids heavy as lead, and soon fell into a deep sleep.
Only after confirming that his breathing was steady and he was completely asleep did Risa quietly approach.
Looking at his unguarded profile, she mischievously reached out and gently pinched the tip of his nose.
Seeing that he had no reaction, she withdrew her hand with satisfaction.
She took a step back, her red lips parted slightly, and her deep, abyssal voice echoed quietly in the room.
Kane felt a slight dizziness, followed by a strong feeling of falling.
It felt like falling straight down from a great height, my consciousness racing through the boundless darkness.
When I opened my eyes again, I was already standing on familiar, soft soil.
The air was filled with the scent of grass and trees, and a faint smell of blood.
Behind the manor, the grove of trees where Perry, the swordsman, once sparred was now clearly visible.
Risa stood beside him, arms crossed, still looking displeased, as if she had been forced to do all this.
Kane didn't care at all.
He knew this sleep demon all too well.
She was always sharp-tongued and critical, but once he actually asked for something, she would always obediently do it.
He withdrew his gaze, lowered his head, and slightly clenched his palms, focusing all his attention on the newly imprinted runes on his body.
The experiment has officially begun.
The first thing we tried was the most basic light spell.
A silent incantation was recited in my heart.
His fingertips trembled slightly, and a soft yet clear white light slowly shone in his palm, not dazzling, but enough to illuminate an area of several feet.
Kane stared at the ball of white light, thinking to himself:
If I had mastered this trick when I was exploring that dark passage in Nord, I wouldn't have had to fumble around with a torch.
The thought had barely formed in his mind when he moved on to try the next trick—"Secondary Illusion".
This is just a very basic trick that can create a false image no larger than a wooden box within the casting range, and maintain it until the spell dissipates.
As he uttered the deep incantation, a phantom of a gleaming, scimitar slowly materialized in his hand.
Kane instinctively raised his hand and waved it, but the phantom, like a fragile mirror, suddenly shattered into specks of light and dust.
"—Perhaps it can confuse the enemy for a moment at a crucial moment."
He continued the experiment in turn.
The Thunderclap Fingertip emitted a subtle thunderous crackling sound, which, though not very lethal, was enough to startle anyone.
The Wind Dance technique, with a gentle breeze swirling around her, made her steps lighter and her short-distance advances even more swift.
The Earth Shaping Technique allows you to slightly raise the soil under your feet, creating simple obstacles to disrupt the enemy's progress.
These are all zero-ring tricks, which are almost effortless for him to master now.
Until the very end.
Kane took a deep breath, focused his mind, and slowly opened his palm, his voice low and clear: "Burning Hand."
boom-!
A violent cone-shaped flame erupted from his fingertips, and a wave of scorching heat rushed towards us.
A large tree, as thick as a person's embrace, was instantly engulfed in flames, its bark cracked and its branches and leaves burning fiercely.
Kane's gaze sharpened slightly.
The power—was a bit lacking.
She is clearly not as good as Ange back in the demon stronghold.
The reason is not hard to guess.
This was merely a basic spell temporarily inscribed through a spell seal ritual, at most a relatively basic step;
Ange, on the other hand, clearly possessed the primal power of a fire-attribute demon through the Holy Mark ritual, making her power incomparable to what it once was.
He pondered for a moment, then looked up at the hazy, dreamlike void above him and said, "I need an enemy to test its effectiveness in actual combat."
"snort."
Risa's dissatisfied snort fell from the void.
The next moment—
call out!
A sharp, piercing sound suddenly exploded behind us!
A slender sword, gleaming with a cold light, shot straight at his back like a venomous snake emerging from its hole!
Kane's pupils contracted, and almost instinctively he lunged forward and rolled, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.
Turning my head, I saw that familiar silver figure standing there with a sword in hand.
It was Perry, the sword dancer, with the exact same posture as in reality, but with cold eyes and a chilling killing intent.
Before he could regain his footing, Perry charged forward again, his sword moving so fast that it was just a blur!
"Shield!"
Kane resisted the urge to draw his scimitar, gave a low shout, and an invisible magical barrier unfolded in front of him.
Ding!Ding!Ding!
The rapier moved with lightning speed, precisely and repeatedly stabbing the same spot on the shield, causing the vulnerable section of the shield to flicker violently.
However, it could not withstand the pressure in an instant and vanished with a crash.
Kane frowned.
Faced with such high-frequency, precise, and overlapping attacks, the effect of ordinary shield spells is really limited.
With the shield shattered, Perry's offensive intensified, and he was already upon Perry in an instant!
Kane forcibly suppressed the instinct to draw his sword and whispered, "Clay Spell!"
boom!
The sword dance caused the ground beneath their feet to suddenly collapse, creating a small pit.
She staggered for a moment, but quickly regained her balance with her amazing fighting instincts and pounced again without stopping!
Close at hand!
Kane didn't hesitate any longer and suddenly raised his hand: "Burning Hand!"
Flames surged forth again, engulfing everything in front of them!
But to everyone's surprise, Perry simply closed his eyes to protect his head and charged through the flames, his rapier aimed straight at his throat!
In the final moments, Kane finally stopped suppressing his instincts.
Clang—!
The scimitar was drawn instantly, its blade flashing like a cold moon.
A huge spray of blood erupted from Perry's body.
Her body stiffened, and she fell straight to the ground. Her corpse quickly dissipated under the power of the dream.
Only a faint smell of blood remained.
Risa's undisguised sneer rang out from the side: "So, this is what you call magical training? If you can't beat someone, you still have to resort to a sword?"
Kane ignored her taunts and silently reviewed his actions.
The spell system he constructed was designed to complement melee combat, rather than being a pure mage class.
He thought he could directly confront a second-tier professional with just these few tricks and a first-level spell.
At the current level, it's really not realistic.
"However—maybe not."
He suddenly looked up and spoke to Risa again.
"Help me build a granary."
"granary?"
Risa was taken aback, then looked completely bewildered. "What are you up to now?"
Despite the complaints, the dream continued to change rapidly according to Kane's will.
The next second, the two found themselves in a crowded and stuffy warehouse.
The air was filled with the dry smell of grain, and burlap sacks and wooden crates were piled up all around.
It was the warehouse of the underground force "Rust Hands," which he had wiped out in Nord.
Almost at the same time he appeared, several familiar and fierce figures slowly emerged.
His former enemies, their eyes contorted with rage, drew their scimitars and short spears and charged at him with a roar!
Kane's eyes remained calm.
He bent down, and the tip of his curved knife gently sliced through a burlap sack at his feet, from which golden wheat grains poured out.
With a flick of his wrist, a handful of wheat grains were sent flying into the air.
"Wind Dance Technique"
A gentle breeze suddenly arose, scattering countless tiny grains of wheat throughout the warehouse.
The rusty-handed professionals had already rushed forward.
Kane raised his eyes, looked at the approaching enemy, and uttered a simple spell name: "Burning Hand".
Bang-!!!
A deafening and terrifying explosion instantly engulfed the entire warehouse!
The raging flames spread wildly at an irrational speed.
The terrifying shockwave blew sacks, wooden crates, and even sturdy walls away, sending flames soaring into the sky and waves of heat rolling in!