NABC Chapter 364: 378: Succubus in Battle
Chapter 364: 378: Succubus in Battle
Chapter 364: Chapter 378: Succubus in Battle
As a scholar studying the Abyss and Demons, Kalalin would not recklessly cast Fireballs or Lightning—such attacks were ineffective against Tanari, producing poor results. Moreover, in such chaotic environments, there was always the risk of accidentally harming his own people, which was not the result a scholar desired.
Kalalin conjured a translucent fist, glowing faintly blue, that resembled a 0-level Mage Hand, but such simple magic posed no threat to Demons. The color of the fist quickly darkened, and its texture solidified, eventually turning into a rock-like gray-white.
Following the scholar’s gesture, the fist flew above the Berserk Demon that was chasing Koula. Then, as Kalalin swung his arm downward, the fist plummeted in sync, striking the unguarded demon to the ground and creating a visible dent on its head resembling a large toad’s.
“Haha! Fantastic!” Kalalin let out a hearty laugh. This was his original spell, merging the 0-level Mage Hand with the 1-level Stone Fist Technique. The effect of the Stone Fist Technique was to turn the caster’s fist into hard rock, which wasn’t practical for most spellcasters—aside from bald monks, who would choose to fight with their fists?
In addition, the Stone Fist Technique had a fatal flaw: if the opponent was also a spellcaster, a simple spell like “Turn Stone to Mud” could cause dire harm. Kalalin’s original spell avoided this flaw and proved quite effective in actual combat, prompting him to decide to name it “Kalalin’s Flying Fist Technique.”
The scholar continued waving his arms, sending the flying fists plummeting down, pinning the Berserk Demon to the ground. Koula, naturally, wouldn’t miss such an opportunity, the Halfling swiftly maneuvered behind the enemy, her cold iron shortsword flashing as it left deep wounds on the Berserk Demon.
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The opponent, obviously, wouldn’t just succumb; the Berserk Demon kicked wildly with its sharp-clawed hooves, but as it couldn’t see behind itself, these heavy blows lacked accuracy, and the Halfling dodged them one by one.
Suddenly, the fist pounding the Berserk Demon hesitated mid-air, then whirled and flew towards Koula. The Halfling instinctively ducked, and the fist nearly grazed her scalp, crashing heavily onto the ground.
“Hey!” Koula cried out angrily, quickly rolling backwards to create distance, then finally had a chance to look towards Kalalin, “What are you doing?”
“Cover me for a moment!” the holy warrior said urgently to Alamir, then she spun around, positioning herself behind the priest.
Alamir, without any hesitation, stood in front of the demon, his shield fiercely colliding with the swinging pincers. He had just completed a simple divine art, summoning with the power of faith three pale blue shield phantasms that circled around him, making the demon’s attacks less unbearable.
Unlike other spellcasting professions, the holy warrior’s spells usually required only brief gestures and movements, Alamir’s brief defence had already created enough time for Elothysia. She lifted her arm, pointing at Kalalin, and softly spoke,
“Release!”
Holy golden light emerged out of nowhere next to Kalalin, then immediately surged into the scholar’s body. His mind felt a burning pain like fire, which didn’t cause any harm but instantly brought him to his senses.
In his eyes, the pink aura around the succubus disappeared, replaced by a strong revulsion due to the manipulation of his own thoughts. This was one of the side effects of charm magic: once the charm ended, the charmed person would clearly realize they had been deceived, and would be completely immune to the same succubus’s charm for a short period.
The succubus, half angry and half astonished, looked at her kin who had spoiled her scheme. Even a fool could tell it was holy power.
Succubus and holy power, could there be a more bizarre combination?
But this succubus didn’t have the time to ponder the reasons behind it, she needed to find a temporary ally quickly, and that Dark Elf looked perfect—lethal yet graceful. In another situation, she would have liked to discuss body control techniques with such a fellow.
She raised her arms, activating her charm ability, trying to attract the attention of her target. However, as she lifted her arms, a cold dagger suddenly appeared from the darkness, like a long-plotted viper, viciously stabbing into the alluring armpit of the succubus.