“Spirit Fire”
Summoning nearly fifty slowly floating fireballs at once, Fia smiled as she faced the two minotaur creatures and asked, “So, are you going to surrender directly, or do I have to beat you up first before you surrender?”
“Is this… the fourth-tier magic ‘Flame Rain’? Why is a high-level magic chanter from the Elven race helping humans?” Clearly intimidated by the fireballs Fia summoned, the two minotaurs stopped advancing, only letting out a warning-like grunt from their nostrils.
“I have no intention of helping humans.
At least for me, the Darklings are not enemies, and humans are not allies.
You both hold the same status.”
“Then step aside.”
“Wait, brother, she’s a fake.”
Fake? Hearing this word, Fia felt like she missed a step while going downstairs, her heart skipping a beat.
Could these two minotaurs recognize that she was from another world?
“Cunning human, fight us with your true form!” As the voice fell, a red light shot from the center of one minotaur’s horn, slanting towards Fia.
Instinctively, Fia commanded the fireballs she had prepared to shoot at the two minotaurs, while she jumped aside to dodge the attack.
However, the light seemed to have eyes, suddenly changing direction midway and continuing to chase Fia.
Not good.
As this thought arose in her mind, Fia’s body was already hit by the light.
But to Fia’s surprise, this seemingly powerful light only made her feel a bit warm, with no other effects.
It wasn’t until she caught a glimpse of her hair floating in front of her eyes that she realized—her hair, dyed white with magical dye by Anastasia, had returned to its original black color.
…?
Could it be that the so-called ‘true form’ meant they suspected she was actually human? For a moment, Fia, with her feet firmly on the ground, was at a loss for words.
She had overestimated them.
At this moment, Fia’s fireballs also landed on the two minotaurs one after another.
Unlike when dealing with human soldiers, the originally powerful fireballs only caused the minotaurs to stagger back with painful grunts, as the flames failed to ignite their skin.
Upon closer inspection, one could see that every time a fireball hit the minotaurs, the red crystals on their skin would flash with a bright red glow.
It was these red crystals that rendered the flames ineffective.
Considering her own ‘Flame Immunity’ magic, these red crystals likely had a similar effect of nullifying flames.
No wonder she felt the air temperature rise significantly when they approached her.
These creatures were probably born from flames.
If she could collect the red crystals from them, they might serve as excellent fire-resistant materials.
“Huff… huff… As expected of a high-level magic chanter.
If we weren’t accompanied by flames, we would have been seriously injured by now, but—what? Still alive?”
“Black-haired elf? Not human? ‘Ember’ only revealed your form?”
Seeing Fia standing unscathed on the ruins, the minotaurs, covered in dust from the explosion, widened their eight eyes in disbelief.
“Though I don’t know what ‘Ember’ is, flames are ineffective against me.” Fia spread her hands nonchalantly.
Her magic clearly documented ‘Flame Immunity.’
“Interesting.
As children of fire, it’s the first time we’ve seen an elf immune to flames.
Since magic doesn’t work, let’s speak with strength, weak elf!”
Provoked by Fia’s claim of ‘flame immunity,’ the two minotaurs ignited with orange flames.
Their bodies swelled, and both speed and strength underwent a qualitative leap.
They charged at Fia from two directions, their massive limbs creating web-like cracks in the ground with each step.
However, for Fia, the minotaurs were still too slow.
If it weren’t for Claire behind her and the Darkling man hiding in the ruins, she would have already dodged.
What a hassle.
Although Fia thought that the so-called flame immunity was just a matter of insufficient temperature—after all, even silicon-based creatures living in magma couldn’t withstand the sun’s temperature, let alone these creatures not living in lava—using ‘Spirit Fire’ at the level of ‘Flame Storm’ might blow them to pieces.
So, Fia took a moment to think of a strategy.
During Fia’s contemplation, the two minotaurs had already closed in on her, the strong wind from their charge lifting her black hair.
No choice, she had to use that move.
Wind Blade.
Yesterday, while learning magic knowledge with Anastasia, she had learned this spell.
Quickly calculating the minotaurs’ trajectory, Fia began setting the parameters for the Wind Blade.
—Set the speed to maximum, the length to ten meters, and the angle just right to sever the minotaurs’ forelimbs.
Once everything was set, Fia gathered her magic power and fired instantly.
“Wind Blade.”
In an instant, two massive cyan light blades appeared above Fia’s head, shooting down diagonally as she directed.
As expected, the minotaurs would fall right at her feet.
Just as Fia anticipated, the Wind Blade easily sliced into the minotaurs’ forelimbs.
However, only one minotaur had its forelimbs severed; the other reacted swiftly.
Before the Wind Blade could make contact, it pushed off the ground with all its limbs, leaping into the air and narrowly avoiding the Wind Blade.
It then landed, lowered its head, and charged with even greater speed, its horns turning everything they touched into fragments.
At this distance, even if she used the Wind Blade to cut the minotaur in half, the inertia would still send its horns flying towards her.
In that case—
Fia slightly shifted her body, avoiding the trajectory of the horns, and then did something astonishing.
She extended her slender, fair arm and, at the last moment, embraced the charging horns.
What followed was a visually striking and unbelievable scene.
Upon contact with Fia, the minotaur didn’t send her flying as everyone expected.
Instead, it merely caused her feet to slide back a short distance, while the minotaur’s charge was forcibly halted by Fia.
Even as the minotaur continued to push with its limbs, the situation remained unchanged.
However, Fia wasn’t satisfied with just that.
She began channeling power throughout her body, and at that moment, the minotaur, as if weightless, was slowly lifted by Fia, who was many times smaller, until its limbs were completely off the ground.
Next, she should throw the minotaur over her shoulder.
Unfortunately, things didn’t go as smoothly as Fia imagined.
Just as she increased the strength in her arms, she felt a tremor.
Then, with a “crack,” the horn in her hand broke, and the minotaur crashed to the ground.
For a moment, the slums fell silent.
