I had never imagined that I would have such a deep fear of the partner I was fighting alongside me now.

A roaring mountain of molten fire rose from the ground under our jaw-dropping gaze, and the boiling magma of the fiery red foam rolled out layers of scorching waves, like the greedy tongue of a giant beast licking it, melting every inch of the land in the stream of magma.

The stream flowed very slowly, but every time it covered a piece of land, the unstoppable force of destruction caused another molten hell in the world.

The vampires stained by this stream of magma had no room to struggle, the most they could do was make a sound

A shrill scream of "squeak", and then turned into a handful of ashes. The horrific burning was so powerful that it was impossible to resist, and the vampires* became so vulnerable that when they burned out, not even the slightest smoke would rise, leaving only a faint scorching smell in the air.

If that were the case, the vampires who were far away from the crater would have a chance to escape the catastrophe before they were swallowed by the lava.

But the little one that Black Aurora added at the end

The "Wind Blast" completely cut off their way of life. The whirlwind swirled restlessly around the crater, drawing large sums of magma directly from the very core of the flaming hell, and then recklessly swept them into the air and scattered them in all directions, turning into a rain of fire that almost covered the entire hall.

Far from being as gentle as it seems, this glittering rain was the most terrifying part of this magically horrific celestial phenomenon: the boiling raindrops that were burning from the sky extinguished the last hope of the vampires struggling to survive.

The vast hall was now so narrow that it could not even accommodate a place to survive, and these ugly creatures who lived on human blood were completely exposed to the incessant drizzle, and could only struggle in vain, screaming from death, and then ignited by the rain and becoming wriggling flames.

There is perhaps only one place in this sacred temple dedicated to death, and that is by the side of our flame mage, Black Aurora.

Neither the flow of lava nor the rain of flames in the sky had invaded this small space, and we were standing here dumbfounded, staring at the earth-shattering scene before our eyes.

Until the last vampire's scream had been silenced for a long time, none of us made a sound.

Perhaps it was because the change had come so suddenly and so alarmingly, a great shock and fear held me firmly in my hands, and I even became short of breath.

The companions who had witnessed this upheaval stared at Black Aurora in disbelief as well, and I guess their minds were just as uneasy as I was, wondering why this ordinary mid-level mage in his early thirties would use such a powerful mass destruction spell.

Surprisingly, Black Aurora opened his mouth wide in surprise at this time, and his chin was almost dislocated.

A line of demented saliva dripped down the corner of his mouth to the ground, but he didn't realize it. He only looked worse than us, and seemed to be taken aback by his own spells, and fatally, I think he was more frightened by himself than the four of us combined.

"Sh......hhhh

We nodded in dismay, and he froze like a fool for a long time, and finally shrugged his shoulders, seemingly helplessly, acknowledging that all this was his own doing.

In order to explain to us what has just happened, our elven magician has made a lot of effort.

He successively used the so-called

"Shanghainese",

There are a lot of ethnic dialects such as "Japanese" interspersed in between

"Pidgin English" is more mixed with a lot of gestures like martial arts. We pieced together what we could understand, and it was with great difficulty that we could sort out what he was trying to say—and even then, the insights we got were mostly guesswork.

Here's how it all happened: Black Aurora once helped an unknown legendary mage on a very difficult task by chance: the magician conducted a magic experiment with one of his own parrots, and he swapped his soul with that of the pet bird.

There was a small mistake in this great experiment of soul magic - before the soul swap, the great and wise magician forgot to open the door of the cage where the parrot was kept, so that after he became a parrot, he could not get the configured magic potion back to its original state, so that he spent his whole life thinking on a wonderful way to put himself in a cage, no less wonderful than a free and happy bachelor who suddenly chose to get married.

Black Aurora happened to find the magician's hut off the beaten track during an adventure, and most importantly, helped him open the cage door.

Attention, I said this is one

The hardest part of the "difficult" task is that you have to listen patiently to the noise of a loud parrot and actually believe it - how naïve it must be to listen to such nonsense.

No matter how stupid this whole thing was, the end result was that Black Aurora had completed the mage's task and was rewarded by him.

The reward he received was that he could use a level 100 magic when he was not at a high level, which is what we saw

"The earth burns the city". For our fellow elven magicians, performing this magic trick under normal circumstances is nothing short of a dream.

To do this, a long list of impossible conditions must be met, such as: it would take twenty times as long as the spell would have taken to cast enough time for a weak mage to die and die ten times; Any attack or action during casting will interrupt the spell - that is, it must be cast at an unwarranted target at a distance of sight to be considered truly safe; The most striking restriction is that to cast this forbidden spell at a low level, it needs to consume 120% of his maximum mana - unless the magician is full of urine and blood, he will not be able to conjure up the extra 20% mana anyway; And if he takes a magic potion during the spell casting, the whole spell casting process will be interrupted.

All of these harsh restrictions meant that our fellow magician had never seen the most powerful magic he had ever mastered, and you can imagine how frustrated he was.

I guess it's a bit like having constipation: it's terrible to have it in your stomach but you can't squeeze it out.

But this time, by chance, we happened to have a shaman like Klado, and he happened to use something that could restore magic

"Soul Totem", which successfully made up for his missing mana without interrupting Black Aurora's spellcasting.

Once the black aurora, a magical fire that had been accumulated for a long time, found an outlet for catharsis, it immediately erupted and vented, turning the situation around us at the moment when we were on the verge of collapse, and completing such an earth-shattering reversal.

No matter how big the error between our guesses and the reality is, we are still alive and escalating, and this undoubted wonderful reality is enough for us to sigh about.

Lamenting the vagaries of the world and the uncertainty of fate, we are busy recovering our fighting form and preparing for the battle that follows—since this is the hiding place of the vampire lords, we will encounter more than a group of barons and viscounts.

With a sword in my hand and my eyes blazing, I watched vigilantly at the empty temple of death, beware of any danger that might arise at any moment.

But he kept his eyes open until he saw the ghost, and he didn't wait for the expected attack. Longbow Shot had a good time—he had been looking for rats and bugs scurrying out of the corpse-strewn nooks and crannies, screaming as his staff knocked them to the ground one by one

"Eliminate the four evils, leave no one behind", pouring out his overly unrestrained thirst for killing to these weak insects ruthlessly.

In the end, it was the Yangtze River Delta that ended this blind waiting for a waste of feelings. The orc wandered around the mouth of a statue of the Grim Reaper with a mechanism handle, and he grabbed the mechanism and pulled it hard, immediately pulling an iron chain from the statue's mouth.

As he tugged, a stone wall slowly moved upwards beneath the massive Grim Reaper's sculpture, making a sluggish, heavy grinding sound.

When he finally pinned his handle to an iron ring in the corner, the stone gate finally opened completely, revealing a hidden circular chamber.