Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 134 Anti-Magic Domain

The javelin easily pierced the black dragon's scales, demonstrating its formidable power—something no ordinary person could accomplish.

'This person must be a highly skilled professional!'

However, the black dragon was enormous, and being pierced by a few javelins and bleeding a little would not be fatal.

"Shhhh-"

Two arrows landed on the black dragon's back in quick succession, clanging twice. One arrow bounced off, while the other barely stuck into the dragon's hide, but it did not bleed.

The archer looked at Derek and silently shook his head.

Derek raised his greatsword; only a powerful magical weapon could pierce the dragon's scales.

Commander Moore, without approaching, waved his hand and ordered, "Musketeers, prepare for a volley..."

"No!" Derek turned and roared, "The musket won't penetrate the dragon's hide, but it will damage the quality of the scales. It can't move. Tie it up with the dragon rope, quick—"

Moore's eyes gleamed with displeasure; he was the commander-in-chief. The original plan was to take advantage of the black dragon's paralysis, focus fire, and cripple it—how could the battle plan be changed so arbitrarily?

But he did not react; instead, he immediately sent someone to deliver the order.

One by one, the boxes were opened, and sections of blue-purple chains, thicker than an adult's arm, were dragged out and pulled by the soldiers closer to the Black Dragon.

Derek and his companions exchanged glances, assumed fighting stances, their eyes darting around.

As soon as the soldiers approached, they turned pale and then collapsed to the ground, vomiting uncontrollably. The more they vomited, the weaker they became, and many were even unable to get up.

"Change men, quick—" Commander Moore seemed to have anticipated this and immediately organized a second wave of men to move forward.

However, the result was the same.

The black dragon vomited a mess around it, a mixture of acid, gastric juice, and some unknown toxin, forming a natural barrier that even low-level professionals couldn't stay in for long, let alone ordinary people.

Dozens or even hundreds of people surrounded the black dragon, a sight that made Anser feel nauseous.

'That black dragon...is very cunning.'

Seeing that Derek's men had no intention of advancing, Moore became annoyed and had no choice but to send out his elite professional warriors.

This time, the chain finally reached the black dragon's leg, but before it could lock, the black dragon suddenly opened its eyes, kicked off the chain, stood up, spread its wings, and turned around to sweep across the ground.

A sudden gust of wind arose, sand and dust filled the air, and the dragon's wings and tail swept across the area, throwing countless figures into the air, their screams echoing everywhere.

Whether you're an ordinary soldier or a professional elite, under such a ferocious attack, there's no difference; a mere touch means death, a glancing blow means serious injury.

Moore, disregarding his concern for his men, shouted, "Fire!"

Sporadic gunshots rang out, and Black Dragon was nowhere to be seen on the field.

A huge black shadow crashed through the smoke and debris, suddenly appearing dozens of meters away, and lunged straight at Derek.

Derek's expression changed drastically. Something was wrong. How could the black dragon still launch such a powerful attack?

He did not dodge; his body shone with red light as he charged forward with his sword.

The dragon's claws slammed down, but he dodged them. His greatsword swept across, precisely cutting into the black dragon's supporting leg, creating a wound several feet long, from which black blood spurted.

He was greatly encouraged and roared, "It's weak, let's all attack together!"

The dozen or so professionals who came with him rushed up at the same time.

"Roar--"

The black dragon roared, and a terrifying wave spread out. Most of the professionals looked terrified, dropped their weapons, and fled in all directions.

The black dragon was physically weak, but its "terrifying aura" did not diminish, and the fear spell remained powerful.

Derek tried to launch another attack, but was swept away by the agile dragon tail.

The black dragon opened its mouth and spat out a jet of strong acid more than twenty meters long. It shook its head and swept its breath towards the crowd, filling the air with acid and giving people a feeling that there was no way to avoid it.

Derek flipped over, pulled out the javelin, turned around, and swung it with precision, hitting the dragon's mouth.

The black dragon, in pain, stopped breathing, and the strong acid, now unrestrained, sprayed everywhere.

Derek couldn't dodge in time, and some acid splashed onto his back. It seeped in through the gaps in his armor, causing his skin to rot and turn black. The pain made his eyes twitch.

The surrounding soldiers reacted, and the gunfire gradually intensified.

"Bang bang bang..."

Bullets struck the dragon's scales, producing dull metallic clangs. Few bullets could penetrate the scales, only causing the black dragon some pain, which only fueled its anger and resentment.

It roared, leaped into the crowd, bit a soldier, and swallowed him whole.

Derek's team did not stop them, but instead took the opportunity to launch an attack, adding wound after wound to the black dragon.

High above, Anser surveyed the battlefield with a slight smile on his lips; this was the scene he had desired.

The black dragon appeared weak, but each of its attacks was extremely powerful. Even the strongest barbarian had to be on high alert, let alone ordinary people, who had almost no chance to fight back.

In just a short time, the Amm army suffered heavy casualties, including many professionals.

But the black dragon was not faring well either. It was panting heavily, its body covered in wounds, its damaged scales unable to stop the bullets and arrows, and it was covered in blood, looking disheveled and its movements becoming increasingly sluggish.

It glanced at Anser in the air several times, intentionally or unintentionally, but Anser remained unmoved. The black dragon was prey, not a true ally, and it had no credibility whatsoever; cooperation was out of the question.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Elise immediately ordered an attack.

Quentin led his troops slowly closer, eyeing them menacingly from over a thousand meters away. Everyone was tense, adjusting their breathing, awaiting the final order.

A quarter of an hour passed.

The black dragon's legs were chained, with the other end tied to the root of a large tree. It opened its mouth to bite, but the chain was exceptionally tough, and it could not break it after several attempts. Instead, the dragon's wings were injured.

'It has no strength left.'

The Am army also suffered nearly half its casualties, but fortunately, the Black Dragon was locked up, so they no longer had to flee everywhere.

'it's time! '

Anser gripped his round shield tightly in his left hand, folded his butterfly wings, and swooped down towards the battlefield below.

Seeing this, Elise gave Quentin the signal to launch an all-out attack, and then rode her flying carpet, following closely behind Anser.

"Squads six, seven, and nine, engage the enemy! Squads three and four, keep an eye on them!" Moore hid in the crowd, his longsword pointing at the rapidly approaching Anser.

The wind howled, and his command, mixed in with the wind, reached Anser's ears.

'Ha, I'll take you all out first.'

He hovered 150 meters in the air, his body surging with magical power, and iridescent ripples spread around him.

"Take this fireball!" (Dragon language)

"Super Magic: Ranged Spell" + "Fireball"!
As soon as the powerful dragon's words fell, a bright flash disappeared from his fingertip and sped downwards.

"Get out of the way..." Moore hadn't expected that he was the target. Seeing that things were not going well, he hid behind a big tree in advance.

Ordinary soldiers, however, have absolutely no such reaction ability.

"boom--"

A huge red and yellow fireball exploded in the crowd, the blazing flames sweeping across and igniting human-shaped torches. Flesh and skin were charred, trees burst into flames, and the shrill screams and howls were rapid and brief, sending chills down everyone's spines.

Smoke and fire raged, heat waves rolled in, and the stench of fish and the aroma of meat filled the soldiers' nostrils.

Many soldiers were stressed, their stomachs churned, and they vomited as they fled.

Numerous tips flashed through Anser's mind: at least several hundred; the forest formations should be spread out, otherwise the effect would be even more explosive.

""

A few seconds later, another fireball crashed into the crowd, engulfing them in flames and turning more than thirty people into charred corpses in an instant, with smoke and fire filling the air.

The soldiers' morale collapsed, and they dared not gather together anymore, scattering in all directions. Their sporadic counterattacks were no longer systematic.

Moore's heart was bleeding. He couldn't hold back any longer and roared at Derek, "What are you doing? Kill him first!"

Derek was annoyed, but he could also see the situation clearly. He pointed at Anser and said, "The archer takes him down, the rest of you hold off the black dragon."

"Shhhh-"

Two arrows shot at Anser simultaneously, swift and accurate, covering over a hundred meters in the blink of an eye.

Anser's expression changed slightly. The wind elemental resonance had just ended, so he had to hurriedly flap his butterfly wings to rise. However, his agility was not as good as on land. He barely dodged one arrow and raised his shield to block another.

'That's a really long range.'

Before he could even feel relieved, a loud bang rang in his ears.

With a bang, the arrow that had just been dodged suddenly exploded. There was no flame or lightning, but an invisible force field unfolded, repelling the magic and forming a spherical area with a diameter of more than ten meters.

The Queen Butterfly Cloak suddenly softened, the butterfly wings disappeared, and Anser's body fell into the air.

His heart tightened, and he immediately cast a flight spell, only to find that the magic dissipated as soon as it left his body, unable to produce any magical effect.

Anti-magic zone, a powerful magic vacuum!
'Damn, they really came prepared.'

As soon as his body left the area, another arrow shot at him at high speed, then exploded a few meters beneath his feet, forming another anti-magic field, clearly not giving him a chance to cast spells.

Elise flew over on her flying carpet and reached out her hand to him from afar.

"Don't come any closer—" Anser waved his hand forcefully, "I can handle this."

Their eyes met, and Elise gritted her teeth, twisting in mid-air to barely dodge the incoming arrow, using her speed advantage to leave the anti-magic field behind.

Anser breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't afraid of the anti-magic field, but Elise was not. If she were hit and landed, it would be extremely dangerous.

He took advantage of the interruption of the anti-magic effect to cast a Featherfall spell on himself.

Although the spell's effect is suppressed by the anti-magic field, it will take effect immediately as long as he briefly leaves the field, preventing him from getting injured.

'Let's see how many arrows you can shoot!'

Anti-magic fields are not something you can just pick up anywhere.

(End of this chapter)