Chapter 559: Chapter D206: Triumph Song (Part 3)

The father’s figure turned into a gentle breeze and dissipated in front of the two, as a pitch-black tornado rose from the ground, engulfing the golden light and trapping them in the center of the eye of the storm.

[Father activates Binding Magic: Coiling Dragon Sealing Pillar]

2d150+300=(70)+(86)+300=456

Note: At the center of the seal, magic power is continuously extracted, forming a Magic Element vacuum. The hero’s magic will decrease each round. When Void Destruction is judged successful, the hero cannot break free.

[Father activates skill: Void Destruction]

D235+70=d235(19)+70=89

[Hero’s charge (Gale Protection +30)]

2d158+156=(14)+(28)+156=198

[Judgment failed, hero broke free from the restraint]

[Father’s chanting (Pay double magic power D2, succeeds if 120 higher than hero’s charge)]

2d285+140=(255)+(206)+140=601

The golden eggshell disappeared, and the hero stood in the calm center of the eye of the storm, her long white hair rippling like waves in water, gently swaying with the flow of air.

Though the eye of the storm was calm, the air and magic around were extremely thin, forming an inward-to-outward invisible pressure that pressed against every inch of her skin, making it hard to move.

“The plan didn’t succeed as expected; worthy of being a father.” But the hero wasn’t much affected, she just blinked her eyes.

“Old fox.” The depraved hero next to her smacked his lips.

Their original plan — defend for a round, then counterattack with full force, had already failed.

The hero and her other self exchanged a glance, then turned around simultaneously, back to back with tacit understanding.

In the next moment, magic power burst out from behind them, forming a powerful thrust against each other, propelling both forward forcefully.

The ground cracked inch by inch beneath their feet, the fractures spreading rapidly like a spider web, as they charged like arrows shot from a bow towards the whirling roaring tornado wall in front.

[Hero activates skill: Sacrifice]

2d66+2d255+100+73+2d20=d66(13)+d66(9)+d255(141)+d255(184)+d20(11)+d20(2)+173=533

[Hero broke through the Binding Magic: Coiling Dragon Sealing Pillar (456)]

Overcoming the heavy pressure surrounding them and the strong pulling force at the center of the storm’s eye, the heroes shot through the numerous obstructions like sharp arrows, their attacks hitting the black wind barrier in perfect unison.

The black tornado roared but couldn’t hide the dazzling brilliance within it, each beam of light slicing through the darkness like a sharp blade, piercing through the wind barrier and shooting skyward.

The towering column of wind finally couldn’t bear the load anymore and collapsed with a sound. The uncontrolled massive airflow poured down like a flood, sweeping the land and raising a tsunami of dust.

Easier than expected, breaking this obstacle brought a slight smile to the hero’s face.

Even though she knew the chances of truly defeating her father were slim, being able to fight on equal terms with him still made the hero feel exhilarated and involuntarily absorbed in it.

She clenched her fist, her eyes burning with intense battle intent, seeking another duel with her father.

However, this smile did not linger for long.

When the black tornado’s airflow completely dissipated, the dust settled, and the scene before her gradually became clear, the hero’s motion abruptly halted.

Her raised thigh froze in midair, and even her breathing stopped involuntarily.

[Father’s chanting succeeded]

[Legendary Magic R8: Suppression effect on lower tier targets]

1. All Sky Sonata: Sorrow

2. Sky Realm Collapse

3. End of the World Wind Wave

4. Heavenly Spear: Falling Cloud

5. All Sky Sonata: Anger

6. Star Realm Wind

7. Sky Wind Descent

8. Thunder Spear: Sky Cleaning

9. Subspace Slash

10. Great Success/Great Failure

D10=d10(4)=4

♛: Heavenly Spear: Falling Cloud

[Father’s demeanor (80 – Bland, 80+ Satisfied, 100+ Guidance, 120+ Waiting in full force, 140+ Discussing about the Saintess)]

D100+50=d100(31)+50=81

→☆→☆→☆→✧←★←★←★←

“You did well.”

Looking at the hero who had stopped moving, the father’s voice sounded for the first time since the battle began.

“Not choosing to integrate the awakened power of your lineage but rather keeping it under control. Not only using it to create another version of yourself but also overcoming numerous disadvantages inherent in your innate profession.

“Although you lack systematic combat training, you have given thought to tactics, proving you have a talent for battle strategy.”

His gentle critique, clearly audible amidst the howling wind, sounded in the hero’s ears.

“Now, you not only have the attribute advantages of a demon and magic creatures, but you can also use human equipment and skills. Your transformation form not only possesses elementalization-like traits, but you also have superior innate magic reserves compared to mages of the same level due to the constitution of magicians.”

Those emerald eyes were deep, carrying scrutiny and appreciation.

“Innate profession, Hero, awakening of high-level lineage, plus the ‘gift’ from the Ancient Dragon species…”

The father’s expression finally showed a ripple, the calm and composed demeanor disappeared, replaced by unabashed admiration.

“I admit, your strength far exceeded my expectations. To achieve what you have without my help truly surprises me. I believe your future can surpass mine even without my aid.”

His tone was completely genuine, a heartfelt compliment.

However, hearing these words, the hero’s expression showed little joy; instead, a complex, bitter smile appeared.

She raised her head and looked towards the sky. It was an almost dazzlingly, vast and pristine blue sky, so clean it seemed flawless. Not just the area just cleared by the shockwave, but as far as the horizon, no clouds were to be seen.

Because, at this moment, all the clouds gathered above the Viscount Mansion, forming an unimaginably gigantic spear.

It hung high in the sky, its massive shadow enveloping the entire ruins, the edge so sharp that even a glance felt like piercing the eyes, aimed precisely at the small hero below.