Chapter 390: Magical Duel
“Finally got rid of that annoying fly!” Moore glared with disgust at Sebastian, who lay on the ground. Drool dripped from his fat face, and his words were slurred. If he hadn’t been angry, roaring loudly, I wouldn’t have understood a word of his nonsense.
“It’s you again! You killed my beloved pets last time! And now you want to attack the kin of God? I’ll kill you all!” Moore shouted in fury.
His pets? Ah, you mean that Blood-Eye Frog? It was indeed his. I retorted angrily, “You attacked first both times! I was only acting in self-defense!”
“Release the kin of God! Otherwise, I’ll make you feel the same!” Moore strode towards me, extending his hand.
I immediately felt a crushing pressure all around me, as if it wanted to crush me to death. I couldn’t breathe through my throat, as if I were trapped in cement. Was this what it felt like to be buried alive?
Of course, I absolutely would not release The Formless Children. If it came out to attack us from both sides, we would surely die. I could feel the vibrations deep underground, and the information coming from the Brown Rot Fungus. Give them a little more time, and they would completely destroy The Formless Children.
Then I just needed to hold on and, preferably, kill Moore. I was trapped by his unknown magic, feeling unable to move, unable to raise my hand to cast a spell. But I had already released the maggots in advance.
Although the maggots were still very reluctant this time, I felt that these guys were simply cowardly. They always exclaimed that they were invincible when they saw any enemy. This time, I had forced them to act.
Moore was watching with a smug, sinister smile as my body was bound by the heavy pressure, my bones groaning under the strain, waiting for me to be squeezed into pulp.
Just then, he suddenly felt an itch on his body. He looked down and saw countless maggots crawling in the gunshot wound he had just sustained, feeding on his flesh and blood.
“Slurp!” Moore suddenly opened his huge mouth, a long tongue extending, and then licked his wound. With a scrape, all the maggots were stuck to his tongue and pulled into his mouth.
Moore chewed them exaggeratedly, a satisfied expression on his face, as if these maggots tasted like chicken and were crispy. He seemed very pleased.
Although this action didn’t completely clean the wound, and quite a few maggots remained, those maggots were so terrified that they turned into blood streaks and scattered, disappearing instantly.
Not only that, but when they returned to me, I felt strong protest from my left arm. Well, at least I now understood why they had exclaimed that they were invincible before. This toad-like human form was indeed too incompatible with these maggots, an unbeatable enemy.
But at this moment, Sherris’s hands ignited with a black light. She had finally finished casting her spell. In fact, she had been preparing the spell since Moore started approaching, and it was only now that she released it, which was quite slow.
Sherris, obviously unskillfully, grabbed forward, and two black claw marks appeared directly in front of Moore, reaching for him.
“Tch!” Moore leaped to the side. His jumping ability was astonishing; he could jump five meters in one leap. This was probably how he had quickly descended the mountain earlier.
But Ghoul’s Claw was also fast. He couldn’t dodge it completely, and his arm was slashed with three deep, bone-revealing bloody marks. Sherris was quite capable.
As Moore was distracted, my body felt an instant lightness, and I regained my freedom. I immediately raised my magic wand and shot several Hellfires.
“Ugh!” Moore spat out a large amount of viscous liquid, which formed a swirling water shield in front of him.
Hellfire is inextinguishable; even water can burn. His idea of using water to extinguish the fire was good, but it was useless to me. The Hellfire struck the water shield and began to burn fiercely, as if hitting gasoline.
“Tch!” Moore leaped again. He was burned by the sparks that flew up, and scorch marks appeared on his body. But as he leaped, a pink beam of light shot over.
“Argh!” I narrowly dodged the beam with a dive. It almost hit me. As the enemy moved, I also moved. I immediately got up and raised my Revolver to exchange fire with him.
“Sizzle!” A string of black lightning chased after me, leaving scorched marks on the surrounding flowers, grass, and trees. While I dodged the black lightning behind the trees and rocks, I fired my Revolver wildly.
I had only seen scenes like this in action movies in my previous life. Experiencing this firsthand, I felt it was too thrilling and dangerous. One slip-up, and I might be electrocuted into charcoal on the spot.
I was still using the Parul shooting style: don’t aim, just shoot wildly in the enemy’s direction, empty the magazine, and hope for the best. Anyway, I couldn’t aim in this situation.
Running behind a giant stone, I caught my breath. Luckily, I wasn’t hit. I immediately shook my Revolver, took out a speedloader from my waist pack, and inserted a set of bullets into the magazine. It was indeed very convenient.
At this moment, I suddenly felt the wind behind my head, a very dangerous feeling. I immediately rolled, and the large stone behind me, which served as cover, was suddenly blown away. Several surrounding trees were also snapped in half.
“Ah!” I rolled a couple of times on the ground. Luckily, I had pounced quickly. What kind of magic was this? I vaguely saw what looked like a half-dead frog’s palm smash it. An ordinary person probably wouldn’t see it.
This was similar to my Invisible Hand spell. I had glimpsed it in that will before, called the Xath’gwa Slap. Its power was much greater than the Invisible Hand, but it wasn’t flexible enough, just an attack spell.
I waved my magic wand and countered with an Invisible Hand. Two insect claws grabbed Moore from both sides, trying to press him to the ground, but this guy had immense strength and was slippery all over, making him impossible to grip.
Moreover, upon realizing he was being grabbed by something invisible, he immediately jumped backward.
I was curious. Logically speaking, this guy had already sustained quite a few injuries. Sebastian, me, and Sherris had all harmed him, but why was he still moving so smoothly?
Upon closer inspection, the wounds on his body had actually healed. It was only because bloodstains remained on his clothes that he still appeared injured.
I hadn’t seen Moore drink any medicine just now. Did he use a healing spell? Or did he have powerful healing abilities?
“Poison Cloud Technique!” As Moore dodged a Corpse Fire Technique aimed at him by Sherris, I closed in and cast a large-area Poison Cloud Technique. It could both obscure vision and harm the enemy. I used snake venom.
Within the poison cloud, I could sense his position. I fired six consecutive shots at Moore’s location at close range, but at the same time, a slippery whip whipped over and heavily struck my chest.
