As this pillar of light rose, a terrifying pressure enveloped the surrounding fields.
Draco narrowed his eyes, his expression solemn.
Although he hadn't witnessed a move of this level before, judging by the aura, it was definitely a large-scale spell.
"They're getting serious now."
Draco murmured in a low voice, "I'd better go take a look first, lest the entire forest be destroyed by then."
After saying that, Draco stepped out and walked toward the direction where the red light was rising... In just an instant, when Draco arrived at the scene of the two's battle, his brows furrowed deeply.
A massive fireball suspended in the sky, with the surrounding blazing flames scorching the air until it twisted and deformed.
In the center of the fireball stood a tall, thin figure. Demiurge was covered in scalding magma, looking like a scorching sun.
On his right arm, a strange black rune flickered with an eerie, ghostly glow.
Below him, a dense dark aura also rose from Black's body. A huge magic circle unfolded beneath his feet, composed of countless base magic circles, releasing astonishing fluctuations.
The momentum of the two continued to rise and collide, kicking up towering waves of air in the sky, causing the surrounding trees to break and the ground to crack.
"How did these two fight to such an extent? Luckily I came in time, otherwise the surrounding forest would have turned into a dead zone."
Draco's pupils shrank, and his expression became grave.
Not daring to delay, the staff of ainz ooal gown appeared in his hand. Although it was a fake, it was still a legendary weapon.
With the passage of time, it would sooner or later evolve into a divine artifact.
The golden staff burst forth with dazzling holy light, and Draco's MP began to consume rapidly.
Then the color of his pupils instantly switched to gold, and his temperament suddenly became solemn and majestic. He slowly raised the staff and made a stroke forward.
Endless spatial power erupted, sweeping through the surroundings like a flood.
"Super-Tier Magic: Void Apocalypse · Dimensional Boundary Barrier!"
At this moment, circles of transparent ripples undulated, spreading rapidly around the battlefield like water patterns, completely isolating the area.
A square, transparent crystal barrier enveloped the two, blocking the violent aftershocks of the battle.
Inside the space, it was as if it no longer belonged to the real world. Looking in from the outside, the figures of the two became somewhat illusory, faint and unclear.
"This should be fine now."
Draco stroked his chin and began to observe the battle with interest; anyway, it would take a lot of time for Rimuru's side to finish tidying up.
On the battlefield, the black rune in Demiurge's hand flickered constantly, and flames entwined his body.
That was his racial skill: Aspects of Devil · Purgatory Mantle.
And the huge fireball behind him was magic activated using a 10th-tier magic scroll.
Purgatory Incineration!
This magic didn't have many fancy attacks, but it contained extremely hot and terrifying temperatures. It was a spell drawn by fusing high-purity sulfur and subterranean lava crystals.
Among the Guardians, Demiurge's combat power was the lowest, excluding the 'Big Kidney' Victim.
His role was the type who possessed powerful control skills and could transform according to the situation. Such enemies were often the most annoying in games.
Furthermore, as the war commander of Nazarick, a massive amount of resources had been poured into his tactical command.
But that didn't mean Demiurge's combat ability was weak. This was a pay-to-win game; they had money, and magic items could be used at will.
Demiurge took out three more 10th-tier magic scrolls from his robes.
He tore them all up without hesitation.
Great Prison Flame!
Hellfire!
Wrath of Celestial Flame!
Three 10th-tier spells merged with each other in the sky, eventually forming a crimson sea of fire.
The scorching temperature caused everything around to begin evaporating; even the rocks on the ground melted completely and turned to ash.
At this moment, Demiurge's momentum climbed steadily.
This caused Original Black's heart to sink below, his eyes full of gravity.
He thought he had already overestimated the opponent, but now it seemed the opponent was even more troublesome than he had imagined.
*Cough cough cough cough*
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