Chapter 1879: Chapter 612: Meeting of the Three Titans (Part 3)
Although its magic level still falls short compared to Ingricheba, the First Commander who rules the Soul River, and Rica Yadonbu, the Second Commander who oversees the Bone River, this gap is relative to the other two commanders———let’s not forget, the Netherworld is recognized across the great planar worlds as the apex of the food chain.
Nirwinke, proficient in the four elements of magic, almost instinctively chanted an ancient spell that had long been lost to the Netherworld.
Delicate, subtle streams of cryptic musical notes, like the tiptoeing feet of a dancer, flowed intricately from its throat, echoing in the air amid the harsh north wind; strangely enough, the Blood River Commander’s chant sounded like a symphony orchestra’s multifaceted performance, where every moment fused with ancient incantations, layered in the air.
The Elemental Tide began to stir uneasily, its agitation affecting not the senses, but the soul’s essence.
Obscure, difficult-to-understand secret notes were like trumpets advancing on an ancient battlefield, traveling through the distant and prolonged stream of history, scattered above the pure skies of the Aegean.
Apart from the nearby Wenger hearing every word, these spells were extremely concealed, almost inaudible to others.
Nirwinke demonstrated through its own experience that it’s not necessarily the case that the volume of chanting incantations is as grand as the size of the performer; in reality, whether in physical combat or magic, the tension displayed by the Blood River Commander could be described with the agility and elegance akin to threading a needle.
In this rapid convergence of whispered incantations, even the previously swift-moving hurricanes in the skies seemed to bear peculiar omens, Emperor Polo abruptly lost his original hue, and the passage of time slowed and paused with a clarity caused by human intervention.
Cold frost blossoms appeared and disappeared in the sky, dreamlike and illusory.
They emerged as ethereal and joyous as the death sighs found only in secluded lands.
Wenger’s expression suddenly changed color.
With his extensive knowledge, he had already sensed that his body was experiencing heavy sluggishness in response to the other’s chanting.
This unnatural tug and restraint intensified with the blossoming of each musical scale.
With its keen sense of smell, the ancient Giant Dragon almost immediately guessed what this magic was. Thɪs chapter is updated by novel·fiɾe·net
The legendary “Judgment of the King of Deep Blue”! Death Double Aria!
This was a lost deep-layer explosion technique, drawing upon the power of freezing air to expand the target’s internal air from the inside out in a chain rupture!
Any magic involving internal explosions is without exception a top-tier offensive magic!
According to the general magic levels of the Aegean Continent, the “Judgment of Deep Blue” stands at the pinnacle of single-target offensive spells in the Mentor tier! It’s equivalent to a fifth-tier Giant Dragon’s signature dueling technique!
The real reason Wenger was so startled wasn’t solely due to the “Judgment of the King of Deep Blue”‘s power.
The most formidable and peculiar aspect of this spell lies in its ability to use air-element techniques via vocal cord control, completing two magic incantations in the same wave of chanting through dual tremors of vocal cords————this is the main reason why the “Judgment of the King of Deep Blue” has been lost to time, because casting this magic equals having more than a normal person’s mouth!
Why else call it Death Double Aria?
Undoubtedly, compared to strong spells of the same level, the “Judgment of the King of Deep Blue” allows for casting at twice the speed, meaning Wenger can no longer keep up with Nirwinke’s casting speed, whatever magic Wenger might be chanting now!
Even a simple knee-jerk response says that the reason Nirwinke dared to act so boldly was clearly because it had calculated that within the incantation time, Wenger couldn’t rely on close combat or magic attacks to interrupt its chant————the recent battle had allowed the Blood River Commander to fully assess its opponent’s hard combat abilities; no experienced master would likely make a misjudged error on this point.
The defensive power of single-target offensive magic in the Mentor tier is unparalleled, and “Judgment of the King of Deep Blue” is the best among them. Although Wenger has never faced such powerful magic head-on, theoretically, considering his magic resistance and body, and the Earth Element defensive magic “Rock Hard Barrier” he can call forth within a set time, he’s still unlikely to withstand it.
This is also Nirwinke’s opinion.
Faced with a seemingly no-choice dilemma, Wenger, the legendary Giant Dragon, did not succumb, nor did he flee.
An echoing, cryptic Dragon Language swiftly resounded in the air, as if the discolored sky had reversed, sunlight formed dense swirls, and a vast, majestic Rainbow arched across the sky; with each musical scale that passed, a brilliant gem quietly formed on the Rainbow.
After the first string of incantations completed, Wenger’s dragon mouth snapped shut.
He lunged forward, using his sharp Dragon Horn to pursue the nimble-dodging Nirwinke.
Confronted with that indestructible, permeable trident, the ancient Giant Dragon unleashed an unwavering, fierce momentum.
It no longer hesitated to make contact with its sharp claws or the opponent’s weapon, even at the cost of flesh flying and being diced was no longer a concern.
Although Wenger ceased chanting, the Dragon Language musical scales in the air did not pause because of it.
Brilliant and robust chanting emerged continuously, like a steady stream flowing from an automatically playing Devie Crystal Card.