Chapter 42

Sigma held the last precious Sanctuary scroll in his hand.

The dark golden ancient scroll emitted a mysterious fluctuation.

Death Finger, the only powerful skill in the Sanctuary-level necromancy that involved the aspect of death.

His expression was blank, his mind incredibly calm, and he slowly opened the scroll. The spell model drawn with the essence of the River Styx on the scroll was complex and chaotic, making one dizzy at a glance. The complexity of this spell far exceeded that of the Roar of Hades, but it was also the only means to break the deadlock at this moment.

Two dragon roars echoed continuously as Bifeng and Juventus, in their dragon forms, engaged in a bloody battle. The two dragon-like monsters abandoned all other attack methods and engaged in a peak confrontation with pure kinetic power. Each collision of their fists shattered the earth beneath their feet, and the gales stirred by their dragon wings scattered debris everywhere. The half-orcs had already retreated far away; any sacrifice at this point would be meaningless.

Sigma did not even glance at the intense battle. He was fully focused, sharpening and activating his magic to its optimal state, then slowly injecting it into the scroll. He struggled to decipher the workings of the Death Finger.

The constituent elements were analyzed.

The Sanctuary-level spell fluctuations slowly dissipated from the scroll.

Magic was injected, and the magic pool was sharpened.

Juventus sensed the fluctuations here and barely withstood a fierce punch from Bifeng. Opening his blood-stained mouth, he tried to spray a linear dragon breath. Bifeng flapped his wings and slid over from the side, transforming the raging wind into a shield to block the scorching dragon breath for Sigma.

Mental energy was channeled, and the magic began to flow through the magic circuit.

Sigma closed his eyes, his mental energy completely focused on the magic scroll, guiding the magic through the scroll's magic circuit into the spell model. The surging magic stored in the scroll split into countless fine threads, gradually illuminating the vast and complex spell model. The mysterious power flowed back to Sigma's mind through his mental energy, revealing the ultimate secrets of death. It turned out that the effect of this scroll was not to directly release a powerful instant-kill spell, but to guide the user to touch the ultimate essence of death!

When the necromancer opened his eyes again, his black and bright pupils were enveloped in a mysterious rainbow hue. The world became abstract in his eyes, with countless threads of fate entwining into the destiny wheels of each person. These invisible threads represented the fate of each person, and different threads combined to form different fates. If he could freely control these threads, he could control the fate of everyone.

But he couldn't, and he didn't need to.

The Death Finger spell granted him a temporary perspective of the essence. He focused his gaze on Juventus, where colorful threads intertwined into points. His task was to brush away the surface and find a point in the intricate web of fate, a result woven from countless threads of fate, representing the end of life, named "Death."

Juventus finally felt fear and the urge to retreat. Continuing like this would not only be fruitless but also cost him his life. His death was a minor matter, but the knowledge and manufacturing data of the half-orcs must be delivered to the Temple!

With this thought, he delivered a fierce bite to push Bifeng back, shook his injured wings, and struggled to fly upward. Seeing this, Sigma shouted, "Hold him, control him, just a little longer!"

Bifeng flapped his dragon wings, spiraling upward, and pursued the fleeing Juventus. The wind aided his flight, and he soared above Juventus, diving down and grabbing Juventus's dragon wings with both hands, pulling them backward. At the same time, he stepped on the dragon's back and flapped his wings, forcibly stopping Juventus's forward momentum, using the wind from his wings to suspend the giant dragon in the air!

Juventus struggled fiercely, and Bifeng's bones creaked. He gritted his teeth and said nothing, the dragon factor in his body continuously squeezing out potential, his taut muscles pressing on his blood vessels, and tiny droplets of blood seeping through his skin. Since Sigma told him to hold on, he would hold on!

Sigma raised his head and looked at the giant dragon struggling in the sky. His rainbow-colored eyes flickered with mysterious colors, continuously searching for the path of death. Finally, his eyes lit up.

"I see it."

He saw it, the ultimate death.

The necromancer used his last bit of magic to cast a flight spell and rushed toward the dragon.

Bifeng also gritted his teeth, slowly turning the dragon to face the approaching Sigma.

Time seemed to stop at this moment. The desperately struggling dragon, the determined Bifeng, and the half-orcs watching from the ground.

They all blinked, thinking they had seen an illusion. In that instant, the one soaring into the sky was not a black-haired, gray-robed Sigma, but a mysterious figure in a purple robe with a hood, skull shoulder armor, and bone wings. He extended his right hand, clad in a thorny iron gauntlet, and slowly pointed at the dragon...

In the next moment, the illusion disappeared, and Sigma's finger, carrying a vast force of death, stirred the wheel of fate. The dragon suddenly let out a piercing roar, and its massive body was crushed into powder by the mysterious power. Juventus, covered in wounds and bleeding, reverted to his human form and fell to the ground with the equally exhausted Bifeng.

Sigma used his last bit of magic to control the wind, gliding down and pulling Bifeng along, landing with a stagger.

Juventus also landed nearby, the impact causing a loud boom that shook the ground.

He was still alive and managed to stand up, kicking a melon-sized rock to the side and glaring at Sigma, "You're out of magic, right? I'm out of magic too. But the effects of dragon transformation haven't worn off, and my body still has superhuman strength. Sigma, you almost ruined everything. Surrender and escort me back to the Temple!"

Sigma checked Bifeng's breathing, finding him merely exhausted and not in danger. He coldly replied, "I refuse."

"Do you want to die? Hmph, I wonder if Atlas would be willing to trade my life for yours. Give up, the druids definitely won't let you die in the natural realm!" Juventus saw Sigma stand up, stretch, and was first stunned, then laughed maniacally, "You're not thinking of resisting, are you? Has the praise of being a genius gone to your head? A magic-depleted necromancer challenging a druid in dragon form?"

Sigma tore off his tattered mage robe, revealing a set of sleek armor. He raised his head and grinned, "When did you get the illusion that a mage without magic can't fight!?"

He took two short rods from behind his armor, twisted them together, and pulled them apart, forming a long staff. He then drew a Blast Fireball Rod from his left leg and attached it to the front slot of the long staff. A crimson magic flow spread along the staff, indicating a successful connection.

He drank a vial of invigorating potion from a portable clip on his chest and then pulled a green acid corrosion bottle from his tactical belt, pulling the pin and throwing it at Juventus. He raised his staff, activated the Blast Fireball Rod, and a fireball shot out from the end of the staff, exploding simultaneously with the acid bottle. The acid and flames scattered, enveloping the unprepared Juventus.

"You, a novice Sanctuary, don't even know the basics of being a caster. You deserve to die here!" Sigma swung his staff, and a sharp, blue-poisoned dagger suddenly extended from the end. He spun the staff, using the momentum of the explosion to charge at Juventus, "Let me teach you how a mage should fight!"

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PS: Well, the battle is about to end. The first volume, which has been so agonizing, will end in a few days. The second volume, with a more relaxed and carefree style, is coming soon. Please give me some votes...

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