Ashen Dragon-Chapter 215 - 140: Battle Inside the Tower

Chapter 215: Chapter 140: Battle Inside the Tower

“Swish—”

A space rift appeared inside the Polar Night Tower, precisely entering what was known as the “Death Corridor.”

Ramp, already prepared, watched the poisonous death clouds that had lingered in the corridor for a long time without dispersing and grinned. The small skeleton pendant on his chest emitted a spell radiance.

It was just a Second Tier Spell, but it was perfectly suited for this—

“Dissipate Smoke”

It caused natural or magical smoke to quickly disperse within the casting area.

A gentle breeze swept past, and the dangerous, lethal death clouds quickly dissipated entirely. Ramp’s view cleared up immediately.

The heavy iron cage at the end of the passage slowly opened, and countless monsters grabbed the cold bars with their claws, shaking them eagerly, desperate to be released and tear the plump enemy not far away to shreds.

However, Ramp simply raised his magic wand lightly, and a yellow-gray radiance representing stone flickered.

“Stone Wall Spell”

With a rumbling sound, the ground trembled, and a thick wall of rock suddenly rose, blocking all the monsters on one side of the passage.

Those frenzied, dragonified monsters were still relentless, swarming forward, pressing against the wall and attempting to climb over using their companions’ bodies as stepping stones, trying to leverage their numbers to crush this stone wall.

But Ramp wouldn’t give them the chance. He raised his wand again.

“Greasy Spell”

A large amount of sticky grease appeared on the ground, soaking the bodies of many dragonified monsters. It caused them to lose friction among themselves. The creatures standing on others slipped and fell, causing chaos at the base of the stone wall as monsters tumbled and crowded together.

But the situation wasn’t over yet. Ramp’s fleshy face broke into a menacing grin.

“Mindless beasts…”

“And you think you can eat me?”

His wand flashed with scorching flame radiance, bursting forth with powerful elemental energy.

It was a Fourth Tier Spell—

“Fire Wall Spell”

A blazing wall of fire suddenly rose, pressed tightly against the rock wall, and its scorching flames engulfed hundreds of dragonified monsters completely.

“Awooo—”

The monsters immediately burst into flames, their grease-covered bodies fueling the already ferocious blaze. Even those who escaped the fire wall found their oil-soaked bodies still ablaze, producing sizzling sounds and emitting heart-wrenching howls from deep within their throats as they writhed and struggled in the flames.

Ramp, seizing the timing perfectly, ceased casting spells with ease.

The stone wall slowly descended, and the ground in the passage was now strewn with charred corpses.

Ramp inhaled the scent of roasted meat that filled the air, a greedy expression coming over his face as he licked his lips, drooling slightly.

But ultimately, the ogre mage who had held a high position for many years resisted his primal urges.

He wiped his mouth and said venomously:

“Damn it, if it weren’t for the master’s task, you’d all be nothing but bones.”

“Such a waste of food.”

Ramp hurried down the passage, grumbling under his breath.

The heavy metal door in front of him was firmly locked with an “Arcane Lock,” shrouded in a black membrane of light.

Yet, Ramp, ever prepared, confidently tapped the door with his luminescent magic wand.

“Knocking Technique”

With a light “bang,” the membrane shattered into countless tiny fragments and disappeared.

The metal door also opened with a roar.

Ramp stepped inside.

At that moment, a blurry image appeared in the “Heaven’s Calamity Dragon Eye” floating beside him.

A man cloaked in black robes appeared in the vision, walking slowly toward Ramp—it was the future image predicted by the Dragon Eye.

“So, it’s finally happening?”

“The so-called ‘Dragon Fan Black Wizard.’”

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A look of eager anticipation spread across Ramp’s brutish face as sweat seeped from the hand gripping his wand, ready to cast spells at any moment.

Sure enough, black, menacing claws tore through space, and a space rift appeared in front of Ramp.

Vagnard, dressed in black robes, stepped out from within.

“You are different from those annoying flies of the past.”

“You… are strong…”

“And do not have that inexplicable sense of drifting.”

His raspy voice echoed in the corridor, like a lingering ghost.

Vagnard suddenly lifted his head, deeply gazing at Ramp, a chilling smile gradually appearing on his face.

“You will make an excellent test subject, won’t you?”

Ramp wasn’t a weak human; cannibalism was a daily habit for him, and his enemy experiments were countless. Therefore, as an ogre mage in human form, he felt no fear—in fact, he felt a kindred spirit.

He sneered and raised his wand:

“Heh, let’s see if you have the skill. I think your head would make a fine addition to my collection.”

Vagnard did not get angry, merely continued to gaze at Ramp, his eyes filling with hollow negative energy.

Instantly, his eyes turned into a black corridor lined with teeth; his gaze was like a deep abyss, drawing people into an endless void.

“Heart-Capturing Gaze”

Not only had the Heaven’s Calamity Dragon Eye given a premonition, but Ramp had also prepared his spells long ago.

He created a mirror-like area of dim light in front of his eyes, moving with his sight but not obstructing his vision.

It was a Second Tier Spell designed specifically to defend against gaze attacks—

“Gaze Screen”

Vagnard’s “Heart-Capturing Gaze” was repelled by the mirrored surface, reflecting back into his eyes. It was blocked by the black membrane of light surrounding him, but it caused his body to stiffen momentarily.

Even his own Sixth Tier Spell was not easily bearable.

And it was in that fleeting moment, Ramp couldn’t wait any longer.

He waved his wand with all his might, his eyes seemingly ablaze, launching scorching fireballs at Vagnard with each motion.

Ramp knew very well that Vagnard had the “Trigger Spell” and “Orthluck Elastic Sphere,” effectively giving him extra lives, but his goal was to break Vagnard’s “Resurrection Armor,” creating a better chance for Cassius to strike afterward.

However, Vagnard’s stiffness lasted only a moment before his eyes regained clarity.

With a slight movement, an invisible force field surrounded him, encircling him within half a meter. The terrifying fireballs did not even touch his body but were annihilated as they approached.

—That was the “Antimagic Field”

“A guy covered in armor, I see you are not a maniac…”

“But a coward.”

Ramp sneered sarcastically, summoning another scorching fireball and hurling it. After years of training, his “Fireball Technique” had become a specialized spell, and with the elemental affinity of his Red Dragon Bloodline, its power even rivaled some Fifth Tier level shaping spells.

With Vagnard’s experience, how could he not see that Ramp had studied his spell list in advance?

In a mage’s battle, this was a significant difference.

When mages of the same level knew each other’s spell lists, the battle could even become one-sided.

Vagnard’s face showed an amused smile:

“Ha, I see. Though you are not one of those beings, you are with them—you are also one of those hiding behind the scenes.”

“Foolish creature, do you think seeing a tiny tip of the iceberg—qualifies you to be my enemy?”