Chapter 101: Academy Faction War (Part 7)
“Niubao…”
Bemore also sensed Niubao’s hostility and distrust toward her.
This felt far more unbearable to her than Samimi’s taunts or Priestess Rebecca’s slap.
Having spent some time with the Little Beast Nun, she knew that her personality was the purest and most innocent, completely free of schemes, training her swordsmanship day and night with undistracted focus.
But now, even kind-hearted Niubao resented her. She really was hopeless as a person.
“An elite fire mage is here. Does anyone have a plan?” Samimi and her group hid behind a corner wall, asking their sisters for suggestions.
She was already full of sarcasm again.
Because in this kind of battle, the omnipotent Master Mi Chong would surely handle it with ease. Breaking this stalemate would take just minutes.
Samimi could simply summon a Shield of Brambles to block and push forward. As long as the big fireball from above didn’t land, breaking through head-on wouldn’t be a problem.
But Samimi didn’t want to waste her magic power; she wanted to save it for dealing with the cunning Orange Clumsy and the hidden Lion King.
So by saying that, she was hinting at Bemore: “You should take the initiative to strike! We’re here to rescue you for this very moment!”
“I’ll go,” Bemore picked up on the hint and stepped forward to take Niubao’s place in the front line.
“Show me what you’ve got,” Samimi said with a sly smirk.
Bemore slid close to the wall, then raised her hand and unleashed a volley—not bullets, but a volley of fiery Dragon Bombs.
The elite fire mage opposite constructed a Flame Wall with magic, a formidable defense.
“Pzz~ pzz~”
The string of Dragon Bombs hit the Flame Wall without a single ripple, no explosions, which felt strange.
But looking closer, the fiery orbs, like bullets, got stuck inside the Flame Wall, as if swimming within the enemy’s magic power without triggering any counteraction.
In fact, magic power cancellation did happen.
However, Bemore used a certain method to reduce the effect of the magic cancellation—her Dragon Bombs were actually composed of two fireballs.
The core of each Dragon Bomb was a highly compressed flame element, covered by a layer of fiery outer shell designed to collide with and neutralize the magic shield.
The outer shell first collided with the magic shield’s cancellation effect, allowing the compressed inner flame to penetrate the shield and trigger a second explosion.
This principle was almost identical to modern armor-piercing ammunition!
But even if they knew Bemore’s technique, it was difficult to replicate, because ordinary fire mages didn’t possess her unique ability to compress a flame core—this was a rare, innate talent.
“[Calm Purification Technique],” Samimi cast a mental enhancement spell on Bemore.
As long as she boosted Bemore’s output, she would indirectly assist the attack and gain support data.
“Chuk! Chuk! Pizz! Pizz!”
Sure enough, after a one-second delay, the compressed Dragon Bombs detonated their secondary explosions, instantly tearing apart the elite fire mages’ continuous Flame Wall.
“How is this possible?”
“It’s Bemore! The Witch!”
The fierce secondary explosions knocked several people flying, and even those who remained standing suffered severe magical backlash, agonizing in pain.
They had no idea what kind of dark magic the White-haired Witch’s Dragon Bomb was. No one had ever seen a spell that pierced shields with such efficiency. It was an unstoppable defense!
They had talked about it a lot, but in the entire world, only Samimi could see through Bemore’s Dragon Bomb technique.
Just like Saint Blade Walker Sashafa, the White-haired Witch who mastered the Dragon Bomb could easily eliminate all magic users who relied on magical shields, shattering their defenses with ease.
The method to defend against Dragon Bombs was similar to blocking a Saint Blade attack: using two layers of shields.
But the details differed—defending a Saint Blade combined a physical shield with a magical shield. Defending against Dragon Bombs required casting two magic shields in succession, to withstand the compressed flame’s secondary explosion.
In the end, it all came down to magical shields. Magical shields were always a godsend!
Enough digression. Back to the battle…
The moment the Flame Wall shattered, dual-wielding Niubao blindly charged out from the corner, hammering down on the remaining elite fire mages one by one, smashing them all into the ground.
Once Niubao finished clearing the field, the three behind moved stealthily along the staircase corner toward Yang Kang.
“Damn witches… hateful nuns…”
Suddenly, an elite fire mage who had been hiding in a room for some time kicked open the door, revealing Samimi and Priestess Rebecca’s backs, who had been quietly waiting.
“Attack!”
But Bemore didn’t even turn her head; she drew back her hand and fired off an ultra-fast, small Dragon Bomb.
The elite fire mage barely had time to activate their flame shield before being struck, sent flying, crashing to the ground, lifeless, body smoking.
They wouldn’t die outright, as the physique of those from other worlds wasn’t the same as fragile modern humans, but this person was surely gravely injured, with inevitable aftereffects. The White-haired Witch’s strikes were ruthless.
“You’re pretty tough, but your magic is good. Respect.”
Samimi thought this might be a bit excessive but her expression showed support and encouragement.
Anyway, it wasn’t her hand doing the fighting, nor was her kindness being depleted, so going all out was best.
In fact, some of the elite fire mages on the ground hadn’t completely lost consciousness, but seeing this scene, even those awake pretended to be unconscious.
The faction only paid their wages once a month. Did they want them to risk their lives like this?
Not only did they get no pay, but they also had to pay dues to the faction.
Why should they risk their lives to block the witches’ advance?
“False kindness,” Bemore whispered softly.
“I have genuinely been kind to all of you in the Moon Pavilion. We all treated you well. It’s you who made our feelings seem fake,” Samimi’s ears twitched like a dog’s.
Bemore kept walking briskly ahead, unwilling to look back because there was no argument left.
Behind the White-haired Witch, Samimi and Rebecca strolled hand in hand, but of course, they weren’t showing off affection idly.
Besides, Samimi had no love for Rebecca, but Rebecca’s feelings were uncertain.
“Glo glo glo—”
Rebecca’s palms glowed with healing light.
She was actually activating Green Demon Art, converting healing energy into magic power, and channeling it into Samimi’s body through her palms.
Rebecca must have been secretly smiling; it was quite comfortable to hold hands with the respected Mistress Samimi.
“Looks like we’ve taken on almost all the fire apprentices in this entire fortress, huh? Seems your so-called Elemental Factions aren’t as united as you claimed,” Samimi counted the numbers, almost at the end.
“There’s no unity in mages,” Bemore pretended to be profound and cold.
“Heretical Mage sisters are much more united,” Samimi’s words twisted Bemore’s statement into nonsense, giving her no respect.
No one wanted to put on a show in front of me!