75. Chapter 75 – I’m not a mage anymore 20

Chapter 75: I’m not going to be a mage 2.0
Arthur had said that Heine’s anger was pure.

Heine didn’t understand what that meant at the time, but she got it now.

His anger was like a torch, straight upward, the flame bright and quiet.

He knew exactly when he was angry and for what.

But Barry’s anger was muddy.

It wasn’t just his anger.

It was the fusion of thousands and thousands of nameless fires.

This seed of anger was buried deep within Barry when he first awakened his Shadow Talent and his entire being was saturated with Shadow energy.

They lurked within the Shadow, varying in color, even devouring and pouring into each other.

Once it burned, it spread without boundaries, incinerating all reason and patience.

For the first half of Barry’s life, even when he tried his best to control his emotions, this anger interfered with his judgment at all times, which is what eventually led him to leave the Northlands for the mountains of Makara.

Here, he felt a peace that had been missing for a long time.

And at this moment, when the torch belonging to Heine was surrounded by this mass of refractory flames, the two were clearly separated.

Heine had a realization.

With just a thought of his own, the two could merge, and he would be able to derive great power from it.

It wasn’t a temporary increase, but a permanent boost.

But as a price, he would have to carry these emotions as well.

He didn’t have to.

He just played and experienced Barry’s anger.

And so the barge of anger coiled around the torch, roaring and rising up into a huge ball of flame.

The powerful force was instantly added to his entire body.

Barry’s identity “override” allowed Heine to briefly gain control of the lair.

Now, he was the master of the nest.

The black silk threads weave a gorgeous robe of lordship for him.

Also in his hand was a staff that emitted pitch-black smoke.

He felt an all-around increase in his full attributes.

This was one-third of the power of Barry Gitil in his heyday.

It was at least five levels, if not more.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t a Masked Rider, and transformations didn’t have invincibility frames.

Silverwing, who had been forced back, had already recharged, leaving him no time to digest.

Both of Silverwing’s hands had turned into sharp claws of birds, and his speed was fast enough to put the fourth level Xia teacher to shame.

Heine had empty level five attributes but no matching knowledge or spell mastery.

Even he hadn’t had time to accumulate enough combat experience, and could only follow the instincts brought about by his powerful senses to hastily fend off.

In his haste, he only had time to raise his staff.

Clang!
Crisp sounds came from the metal staff, and the force was so great that Heine almost dislodged his hand.

“Damn, give you face!”

Despite trying his best to maintain his sanity, Heine still felt like a dynamite barrel, a little goes a long way.

As he was enraged, he became more “into it”, and his power increased a bit more.

The metal staff in his hand felt a little lighter, and Heine suddenly realized!

Why the hell did I become a mage?

Wouldn’t the best way to follow through with anger be to just plunge in and hit the fucker?
He ripped off the staff and the robes on his body, and threw them to Guardian Iris in a wave.

The dead air that filled the lair kicked up a storm and converged towards him.

It instantly converged on the surface of his body to form armor that covered his entire body.

At the same time, he had an additional handy shield in his hand.

It was still this one with strength!

Blame it on Mr. Goat Catch, it’s too much of a relief to see him use a shield to smear people’s faces.

“Come on, you scumbag!”

Heine yelled and charged.

Clang!
This time it was Silverwing’s turn to be vigorously beaten back two steps.

He had a stunned look on his face.

This ……

Isn’t this a necromancer?
…

The group that Silverwing brought in also heard the commotion below.

The first thing they did was try to rush down.

“V, stop them!”

Heine shouted like a villainous boss.

The Northeastern Warlock had been holding back for a long time.

He couldn’t touch the big bosses, but he had no problem dealing with the miscellaneous fish.

Even though he only had one skill, Shadow Flame, it didn’t affect him in the slightest from spreading his anger towards these guards.

After all, this skill had nine levels!
What he was missing was the base, and now this eerie robe and bizarre staff made up for the lack of base.

Thus Guardian Kite transformed into an arsonist who splashed black flames around.

The skill that Mr. Xia had originally jokingly called “Shadow Maw” had also expanded its range under the increase.

The youthful version of Shadow Fire Rain – Shadow Drizzle.

The dense black streams of fire blocked the large pit made by Eli Monte.

Anyone who dared to take a step beyond the pit would be mercilessly scorched by the Shadow Flames.

…

The more Silverwing fought, the more he suffocated.

His strengths were his speed and instant burst ability, which made him a good hand against spell casters.

However, his opponent could do nothing else, but blocking and defense was decent.

Not only that, the other party’s shield, which was entirely condensed by dead qi, seemed as if it could not be broken by any amount of strikes. Being forced back once again, he admonished:
“These dead qi will violate your body, look at his face, indulging in this kind of power will kill you!”

Heine sneered, “Speak as if you would let me go.”

“As long as you swear not to reveal the secret.”

“Then you have to tell me which secrets not to reveal first, right?”

Heine spoke with unbelievable sincerity, but Silverwing was clearly not convinced.

After attacking for a long time to no avail, Silverwing simply attacked Barry and Jianglu on the ground.

Here it comes!

Heine was waiting for this moment!
He followed Barry’s example and gently raised his palm upwards!
The beggar’s version of White Bone Thorns instantly blocked off the entire area beyond the two people on the ground.

White Bone Thorns was a basic skill, the principle wasn’t much different from Bone Spear, and he really knew this one!

Although the area was smaller by half, the height and sharpness of the thorns were far less than the original version.

But it was completely enough to make Silverwing throw his weight around.

The moment the latter was staggered, the bone shield in Heine’s hand was flung out.

Seeing this Silverwing quickly folded back.

The shield is gone, let’s see what you can do!
The answer was simple.

Pinch another one!
By the time Silverwing’s sharp claws reached Heine, a brand new shield was already stuck to his wrist.

As a Lair Master, although the strength cap was locked down, it was almost endless in the area of supplies.

Heine’s mind was always clear.

Since it was too late to digest and absorb the refuted knowledge.

Then he only had to do one thing well.

Manipulate the dead qi.

Pinch and be done with it!
One hand trapped, Silverwing’s other hand probed.

Even a pair of silver-white feathered wings snapped open behind his back and flapped hard.

The immense force forced Heine to take a few steps back, but the shield flared out.

Snort-

The nascent shield was not dense enough and was directly poked through by the silver wings.

But his other hand was thus laced into the shield.

Dense dead qi instantly converged, jamming both of Silverwing’s hands into the shield as if it was a shackle.

Silverwing pulled back violently, and Heine didn’t hesitate to scatter his hands.

Seeing his opponent stagger and fall backwards, Heine immediately rubbed out two bone spears to stab his opponent straight in the face.

After dodging it, Silverwing finally freed his hands and raised his hand to throw the shield with two holes broken in it.

However, the shield disintegrated and dissipated halfway through its flight, returning to dead air.

Heine also finally understood why Guardian Kite had initially expressed surprise at the energy-saving spell casting, but felt nothing after realizing that the other party was just borrowing the nest.

Because the nest was indeed bullish.

Even he was able to use every bit of energy wisely.

After repeated torture, Silverwing gave up his attack.

He saw that the all-black skeleton had trapped the people he had brought with him, and even burned a few of them to death.

And there was only this one in front of him.

This meant that the other Wanderer Skeleton had long since left.

Maybe it left right under his nose.

Giving Heine a deep look, Silverwing twisted and jumped toward the gaping hole that Elemont had crashed through.

His body transformed into a broadly plumed silver falcon just in mid-air, and he flapped his wings away.

Confirming that the other party had left, Heine immediately aimed his spear at the group above.

Seeing the leader leave, the minions threw down a few corpses and scattered in all directions.

Heine breathed a sigh of relief.

The gap between the two flames was getting smaller and smaller, and he knew he was nearing his limit.

In addition to the mental limit, there was also the deadly aura of this place.

In his field of vision, the gray fog was escaping.

It was seeping into the walls, burrowing into the ground, and more of it was fleeing outward along the passageway that Eli Monte had broken open.

It wasn’t a trend that could be mitigated by a blockade, but the nest was disintegrating.

Apparently, the Wind Child hadn’t just left a trench in the ground in the first place.

He had caused irreversible damage to the nest itself.

Perhaps it wasn’t so much his authority that hurt Barry as it was the fact that it was such a “bottom-feeding” move.

With no time to think about it, Heine desperately tried to recall her most peaceful routine and detach herself from her anger.

Calm ……

Calm ……

The anger gradually subsided, and those refractory flames disappeared from his mind.

He remained the bright torch, straight upward.

No need to be so monstrously powerful.

By the time he came back to his senses, the dark threads had shrunk back into the vial.

Only it was noticeably smaller.

The cork that he had thrown somewhere had also reappeared, as if it had been created out of thin air.

“It looks like it can be used a few more times ……”

Heine said to himself.

Once he slacked off, he felt fatigue coming in like a tidal wave, as if he had pulled an all-nighter for three days straight.

But now was clearly not the time to rest.

He stepped forward and shook Vivid Dew.

“Hey, wake up!”

I changed a small bug, and ended up losing the paragraph comment that helped me correct the error. If you see that the content doesn’t match the paragraph comments, it’s a temporal anomaly, so don’t pay attention to it~~

(End of chapter)