Global Game: I, the Necromancer, am the scourge

Chapter 236: Chapter 206: Bankrupt Version of Minor Forbidden Spell, Instant Kill with a Bone Spear_2

Before the “Wind Dragon Assault” was triggered, his body flashed with three extremely faint green lights.

If Zi Liyuan hadn’t guessed wrong, in that brief period, Ouyang Lin had activated three different enhancements, which probably included increased power and casting speed.

And from the green dragon that was forming, he also saw an analysis diagram made up of a massive amount of wind elements.

That’s right, with the focus of Spirit’s locking, through the skill “Elemental Map”, he could clearly see the construction diagrams of many elemental spells.

This was also a function he had recently discovered, which he had to say, was somewhat overpowered.

The structure of a spell indicates the essential composition of that skill, and all he needed to do was replicate it to cast a similar spell.

Of course, as a Necromancer, the powers he controlled were skewed towards the dark elements and death elements. If he followed the structural diagrams he saw to copy the “Wind Dragon Assault” spell, that would be impossible.

It might result in a Dark Dragon or Death Dragon, or due to the difference in elements, the spell might fail and rebound, causing certain backlash. These were all possibilities.

As the Wind Dragon was approaching in its attack, Zi Liyuan casually cast the skill “Damage Transfer” towards the old tortoise.

[Damage Transfer (Blue, LV19): Marks a friendly target, when self sustains damage, uses magic to transfer 58% damage to the marked target, consumes 3800 Spiritual Energy, instantaneously marks a friendly target, skill lasts for 78 seconds, cooldown time ten minutes, learning requirement: Mage profession.]

Ever since he acquired this skill, which was when he was clearing higher-level bosses, did Zi Liyuan ever use it.

Right now, the LV19 “Damage Transfer” could shift away 58% of the damage, which was why he kept a super tank by his side.

Simultaneously, Zi Liyuan was also performing a delayed cast, and this time the skill was “Bone Space Prison”, with himself as the target.

This was his way of playing it safe, ready to send himself into dimensional space at any moment to dodge Ouyang Lin’s spell damage.

He just didn’t believe that a mere Third Order LV80 existence had the ability to break through the dimensional barrier and harm him!

The truth was, he had overestimated this guy named Ouyang Lin.

The imposing Wind Dragon charged aggressively towards the old tortoise, tearing and dragging with a ferocious demeanor as if it intended to finish off the old tortoise.

The old tortoise, however, looked completely unbothered by the Wind Dragon’s pounding, its eyes revealing a hint of disdain.

As if to say, that’s it? Are you scrapping?

In the midst of the raging storm and the slicing Wind Blades, only a layer of tortoise skin bumps were shaved off from the unmoving old tortoise.

Above the old tortoise’s head, several damage numbers popped out every second, with blood-red figures densely appearing, looking utterly terrifying.

But in reality, every number that popped up was in the single digits, merely damage in the teens or twenties, which was almost like scrapping compared to the old tortoise’s near-billion total health.

After all, the health it was losing couldn’t keep up with its own regeneration rate.

And Zi Liyuan, hiding behind the old tortoise, was saying his hellos with an absolute poker face.

Isn’t it strange that against an Epic Boss known for its defensive resistance and hefty health, you would fight the tortoise instead of attacking the summoner’s master? What are you thinking?

Could it be a serious illness?

A brain is a wonderful thing, but sadly, this senior Ouyang Lin seems to have left it at home?

However, seeing that the Wind Dragon could inflict damage on the old tortoise, Zi Liyuan no longer underestimated Ouyang Lin.

Being able to break the old tortoise’s defenses and resistance showed that this skill was indeed powerful. If it landed on him, the damage would surely start at least in the 3000s.

You have to understand that the old tortoise was capable of sustaining 5-8 hits per second. If that were transferred to Zi Liyuan,

with damage at 3000+ per hit, jumping 5-8 times a second, the damage per second would most likely exceed 15,000.

Don’t be fooled by Zi Liyuan’s health now reaching 200,000; he probably wouldn’t last even 10 seconds before being cut down by the opponent.

Of course, this was assuming he didn’t resist. Otherwise, just relying on the “Damage Transfer” skill alone, coupled with potion consumption, could easily withstand the damage from the Wind Dragon.

It’s just that this kind of continuous damage skill didn’t pose as big a threat to him as imagined.

Fortunately, Ouyang Lin was not devoid of intelligence; instead, he aimed to deliberately confuse Zi Liyuan while also containing the Ridgeback Tortoise to facilitate his subsequent attacks.

The Wind Dragon’s damage was minimal, but once it entangled the old tortoise, it could somewhat control it, slowing the creature down a beat.

And in the throes of battle, even such a beat’s difference is absolutely lethal.

A wind wall appeared silently between the old tortoise and Zi Liyuan, followed by a massive column of wind that enveloped Zi Liyuan.

Despite the low damage from the wind column, it confined Lord Zi to a small area of just a dozen meters or so.

What followed were various wind-based offensive spells.

Wind Blade, Whirlwind, Wind Erosion, Mini Tornado, Lashing Winds…

One attack spell after another surged into the column, striking Zi Liyuan with precision.

However, with “Damage Transfer” and “Bone Shield” for protection, and the delayed spell “Bone Space Prison” at the ready, he was not worried at all.

In truth, these spells inflicted very limited damage on him.

What truly earned Zi Liyuan’s respect was the fusion of these minor spells, which gave birth to a skill with much greater power— “Doomsday Storm”!

Zi Liyuan genuinely had not anticipated that this guy could combine the power of countless wind techniques to conjure a Minor Forbidden Spell like “Doomsday Storm”.

Had he not realized something was amiss and seen his health plummet by 50,000, Lord Zi quickly used “Bone Space Prison” on himself, exiling himself to another dimension, or he might have capsized in the gutter.

“Indeed, one should never underestimate anyone, especially the students of Dragon Academy.”

Narrowly dodging a bullet, Zi Liyuan couldn’t help but comment.

However, Ouyang Lin’s Minor Forbidden Spell “Doomsday Storm” required a lengthy incantation, and had anyone interrupted it midway, it could have been easily disrupted, preventing the fusion into the “Doomsday Storm” skill.

Watching the lightning flash and the storm rage, strictly contained within a few dozen meters, Zi Liyuan gained a clear understanding of Ouyang Lin’s strength.

“This ‘Doomsday Storm’ of his, could it possibly be a discount version of a Minor Forbidden Spell, lasting only 10 seconds?”

Compared to his own “Venom Storm,” the former capped at around 100,000 damage, while the latter was displayed as over 1,000,000+, the difference was like night and day.

Thus, calling it a discount version of a Minor Forbidden Spell was no exaggeration.

No sooner had he muttered this, before his words could fully land, the terrifying scene of Doomsday Storm immediately showed signs of decay.

From its inception to its end, this discount version lasted merely about four seconds before dissipating.

“Hm, a second stronger than a three-second real man…”

After remarking dryly, Zi Liyuan voluntarily canceled the “Bone Space Prison” skill and returned to the arena.

“If that’s all the strength you have, I suggest you kneel down now, pull your white underwear over your head, and surrender.”

He looked down with scorn at Ouyang Lin, who had turned pale, seemingly suffering backlash yet still trying hard to control the Wind Dragon and entangle the old tortoise.

Zi Liyuan mocked him openly.

“Wow, look at that eye, still not convinced? Tsk, tsk, a second-year student and that’s all you’ve got, get lost!”

A Bone Spear, almost instantly formed, shot out carrying a strong scent of death.

In the blink of an eye, the Bone Spear crossed hundreds of meters, effortlessly piercing Ouyang Lin’s wind shield.

“Ah…”

With a scream, the Bone Spear pierced through his chest, leaving a gaping hole.

The next moment, the arena emitted a ring of rainbow lights that targeted him and instantaneously transferred Ouyang Lin to the medical facilities below for recovery and resuscitation.