2704 True Power and Form (Part 2)
Zinya had many other questions but they all had to way because it was Salaark's time to make her move.
"Nice trick." She replied. "I admit that this bloodline ability would have cornered me, millennia ago. Now, however, I know better!"
She conjured a stream of magic of the opposite elements to counter the Cursed Spells, returning them to their natural state. Thanks to her Guardian core, Salaark could use body casting so the faster she moved the faster she weaved her spells.
Gravity blocked Gravity and Dimensional Magic countered Dimensional Magic. The now regular tier five elemental spells she tanked with no worry, barely making a grunt when a particularly strong one hit her.
"Oh, please, that was just a setup and you fell for it!" The choir of Tezkas said, appearing everywhere at the same time.
While Salaark was focused on not letting Gravity crush her and dimensional tears rip her to shreds, the nine Tezkas had surrounded her, blocking every dodge and block path. A flurry of hands and feet claws opened deep wounds on the Phoenix's body while the nine tails impaled her.
Feathers flew and blood gushed out as the Guardian felt strength abandoning her body.
This fucker knew he couldn't beat me with magic. He created a distraction to hit me with the physical might of nine Guardians.'Salaark though. I must admit that's a bit too much even for me.
She took a deep breath and her body was suddenly set ablaze. The tails stuck inside her body burned and so did all the following hits. At the same time, by using her bloodline ability, Rebirth Flames, she converted her mana into matter.
Her wounds healed faster than Tezka could open new ones whereas the Flames managed to inflict upon him major burns despite the layers of protective magic surrounding his bodies.
"It's over, old fox." Salaark said as the violet of the flames turned white and so did the red of her feathers. "It was brilliant of you to add a new step to our fight, but now that I've taken my true form you are no match for me."
The Tezkas stepped away, a few of them focused on healing while the others tried everything they could yet it was pointless. The white flames burned mana, dimensional openings, and even Cursed Spells.
The roaring fire shone like a sun, devouring everything the Suneater could throw at the Guardian.
Tezka whimpered, his snout curling down in frustration.
For one fraction of a second. Then, it turned up into a literal wolfish smile as he laughed from the depth of his heart.
"Did you forget your own words? I have still one trick you know left." Then he sent this message to the spectators. "Kids, this is for you. This is the true form of my prized Chaos Dimension!"
The air, ground, and light started to quake, giving Salaark an eerie feeling. The space all around the contenders filled with cracks, as if reality was one big mirror and an army was punching at it.
"Seriously?" Salaark scoffed in annoyance, but she used Soul Vision to understand what was happening. "This is what you did the last time and your precious spell failed against my white flames. freёweɓnovel.com
"This is when you left and we ended in a draw. You couldn't hurt me and I couldn't catch you. Yet that was millennia ago. Before I fully mastered the Primordial Flames and my full power as a Guardian. I'm much stronger now!"
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