Chapter 200 Most Powerful Spells With Azure Spirit Lion

Alaric knew that brute force alone against the Necromancer Lord’s seemingly endless army wouldn’t suffice. He needed to strike hard and fast, aiming directly at the source of the undead horde. Taking a deep breath, he channeled his magic, gathering a significant portion of his remaining energy.

‘It’s time to end this charade,’ Alaric thought, his ruby eyes burning with determination. ‘One powerful strike after another. He won’t be able to withstand this.’

“Prepare yourselves!” Alaric yelled to Lyra and Cassandra, a surge of magical power radiating from his body. “I’m going all out!”

Without giving the Necromancer Lord a chance to react, Alaric unleashed his first devastating attack. “Raging Inferno Dragon’s Breath!” A colossal dragon formed from pure, white-hot flames erupted from his hands, its roar echoing through the corridor. It lunged towards the Necromancer Lord, its fiery maw wide open, ready to consume the skeletal figure in an instant.

The Necromancer Lord, its icy blue eyes widening for the first time, finally seemed to sense the true danger. It raised its skeletal hands, and a swirling vortex of dark energy erupted around it. “Abyssal Shield of Souls!” it shrieked, and a barrier formed from countless screaming faces of tormented souls materialized before it, attempting to intercept the fiery dragon.

The Inferno Dragon slammed into the Abyssal Shield with a deafening explosion of fire and dark energy. The shield shimmered and cracked under the intense heat, but it held, diverting the brunt of the attack.

Before the smoke even cleared, Alaric unleashed his second spell. “Glacial Prison of Eternal Winter!” The air around the Necromancer Lord plummeted to absolute zero as a massive cage of pure ice, its bars shimmering with arcane runes, materialized around it. The ice was so cold that even the dark energy emanating from the Necromancer Lord seemed to freeze and crackle.

The Necromancer Lord, trapped within the icy prison, slammed its skeletal fists against the frozen bars, its shrieks of fury echoing within the confines. “You cannot contain me, mortal!”

But Alaric wasn’t finished. Focusing his wind magic, he unleashed his third attack. “Tempestuous Gale Force Annihilation!” A swirling vortex of incredibly powerful winds, laced with razor-sharp shards of ice, descended upon the icy prison, tearing at it with immense force. The Necromancer Lord within was battered by the relentless winds and the piercing ice shards, its skeletal form rattling violently.

Finally, for his fourth and most powerful attack, Alaric channeled all his remaining elemental energy, combining fire, ice, and lightning into a single, devastating strike. “Elemental Cataclysm Nova!” A sphere of pure, raw elemental power, crackling with energy, erupted from his hands and slammed into the already weakened icy prison.

The impact was cataclysmic. The icy prison shattered into a million pieces, and the raw elemental energy exploded outwards, engulfing the Necromancer Lord in a blinding flash of light and a deafening roar. The force of the blast ripped through the remaining undead in the corridor, turning skeletons to dust and shattering the decaying armor of the Death Knights. Even the Death Wyverns caught in the blast were torn apart, their skeletal remains scattering across the floor.

Silence descended upon the corridor, broken only by Alaric’s heavy breathing. He had poured almost all of his magical energy into those four consecutive attacks. He felt drained, vulnerable.

‘Did… did it work?’ Alaric thought, his eyes scanning the area where the Necromancer Lord had been.

From the dissipating dust and smoke, a figure slowly began to materialize. It was the Necromancer Lord, its skeletal form charred and blackened, but still standing. In its bony hand, it clutched a small, obsidian amulet that pulsed with a dark, malevolent energy. The amulet was cracked and smoking, but it had clearly absorbed the brunt of Alaric’s devastating attacks.

‘A defensive artifact…’ Alaric realized, his heart sinking slightly. ‘It absorbed all that power… damn it.’

Immediately, Lyra and Cassandra noticed Alaric’s weakened state. His breathing was ragged, and a sheen of sweat covered his forehead. Their protective instincts kicked in instantly.

“Alaric!” Lyra cried out, her voice filled with concern. She immediately surged forward, her sword a blur of motion. “Celestial Phoenix Breath – Dancing Flames Barrier!” She unleashed a series of rapid sword strikes, creating a swirling barrier of intense flames between Alaric and the weakened but still dangerous Necromancer Lord, as well as any remaining undead that might try to approach. Her movements were fluid and powerful, her battle aura flaring brightly.

Cassandra, her purple eyes filled with worry, moved even faster. Her sexy body slammed into Alaric’s, her arms wrapping around him in a tight, protective embrace. “Alaric, you used too much power!” she whispered urgently in his ear.

Alaric, despite his exhaustion, couldn’t help but feel a surge of pleasure at the feeling of Cassandra’s warm, curvaceous body pressed against his. He quickly channeled a small amount of his remaining magic to create a shimmering barrier of flames, just large enough to encircle himself and Cassandra, providing a degree of privacy in the midst of the chaos.

“Don’t worry, Cassandra,” Alaric said, his voice a little weak but still filled with his characteristic confidence. “I just need a moment.” He leaned into her embrace, enjoying the feeling of her soft breasts pressed against his chest, her thighs rubbing against his. His Harem God System was already activating, drawing energy from her proximity and her affection.

Cassandra held him tighter, her own body moving against his in a subtle, rhythmic motion. She understood instinctively what he needed. The more she rubbed her sexy body against his, the more quickly he could feel his magic power returning, a comforting warmth spreading through his depleted reserves.

Alaric’s hands, though still weak, began to move on their own accord. He cupped Cassandra’s firm buttocks, his fingers kneading the soft flesh. He then slid his hands up her back, feeling the smooth skin beneath her tunic. He didn’t hesitate to pull the fabric aside, his fingers finding the clasp of her bra. With a quick flick, it came undone.

Cassandra gasped softly against his ear, but she didn’t pull away. If anything, she pressed closer, her bare breasts now rubbing directly against his chest. Alaric groaned softly, the sensation incredibly stimulating. He reached down and began to pull at the ties of her pants, his fingers fumbling slightly in his weakened state.

“Easy, Alaric,” Cassandra whispered, her hands guiding his. She quickly loosened the ties herself, and Alaric’s hands slipped inside, cupping her soft, warm flesh. He squeezed gently, eliciting a soft moan from her.

Their actions became bolder, more urgent. Cassandra shifted her weight, grinding her hips against his, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through his exhausted body. Alaric’s hands moved freely over her, exploring her curves, enjoying the feel of her skin beneath his touch. He leaned down and gently bit her earlobe, causing her to gasp and press even closer.

Lyra, meanwhile, was a whirlwind of fiery motion, her sword deflecting skeletal attacks and keeping the weakened Necromancer Lord at bay with a constant barrage of flaming strikes. “Alaric, are you alright?” she called out, her voice filled with concern as she parried a blow from a resurrected Death Knight.

“Just a moment, Mother!” Alaric called back, his voice regaining some of its strength. He had already unclasped Cassandra’s tunic and pushed it off her shoulders, revealing her ample breasts in all their glory. He leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking gently.

Cassandra gasped, her body arching against him. The feeling of his mouth on her breast, combined with the closeness of his body and the returning flow of his magic, was incredibly arousing. She rubbed herself against him even more insistently, her moans becoming louder.

Alaric switched to her other breast, his hands now cupping both of them, kneading and squeezing with growing strength. He could feel his magic returning at an accelerated rate, the energy flowing back into him with each intimate touch. Cassandra’s body was pressed so tightly against his that he could feel every curve, every contour. He reached down again, his fingers slipping beneath her loosened pants, exploring the warmth and wetness between her legs.

Their embrace was no longer purely protective; it had become a desperate, sensual act of rejuvenation. Cassandra’s moans mingled with Lyra’s battle cries, creating a bizarre symphony in the dimly lit corridor. Alaric, though still weakened, felt his strength returning rapidly, fueled by the proximity and willing sacrifice of his aunt. The small flame barrier flickered around them, concealing their intimate exchange from the eyes of their allies and enemies alike. The battle raged on around them, but within the small circle of flames, a different kind of power was being unleashed.

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The flow of magic energy surged back into Alaric’s core, stronger and more vibrant than before. Cassandra’s willing sacrifice and the intimate contact had worked wonders, his Harem God System efficiently converting her affection and arousal into raw power. He pulled away from her, his ruby eyes now blazing with renewed energy.

‘That was… incredibly efficient,’ Alaric thought, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. He looked at Cassandra, her chest heaving, her purple eyes filled with a mixture of exhaustion and lingering desire. He couldn’t leave her half-naked in the middle of a battlefield. With a flick of his wrist and a surge of magic, a set of sleek, dark mithril armor materialized from his Spatial Ring, fitting itself perfectly onto Cassandra’s curvaceous form. The armor was designed to be both protective and form-fitting, accentuating her figure without revealing too much.

“There,” Alaric said, his gaze lingering on her armored form for a moment. ‘Much better. Only I get to see all of that.’

Cassandra looked down at the armor, surprised but pleased. “Thank you, Alaric.”

Without further ado, Alaric stepped out from behind the fading flame barrier, rejoining the fray. The Necromancer Lord, momentarily catching its breath amidst Lyra’s relentless assault, turned its icy gaze towards Alaric, its skeletal jaw dropping slightly in disbelief.

“Impossible!” the Necromancer Lord shrieked, its voice filled with astonishment. “How did you… you were completely drained just moments ago!”

Lyra, who had been tirelessly battling the endless waves of undead, her sword skills honed to a razor’s edge, was visibly injured. Her movements, though still swift, were becoming slightly labored, and a few shallow cuts marked her arms. She had indeed been fighting against hundreds of skeletons and several newly resurrected Death Knights, holding them back with her powerful techniques.

“Mother, step back,” Alaric ordered, his voice firm but filled with concern. “You’ve done enough. Let me handle this.” He extended a hand towards her, a faint green glow emanating from his palm. “Minor Healing Surge.” A gentle wave of healing energy washed over Lyra, closing her cuts and easing her fatigue.

Lyra, though reluctant, nodded, recognizing the renewed power radiating from her son. “Be careful, Alaric.” She retreated slightly, taking a moment to catch her breath.

Alaric turned his attention back to the Necromancer Lord, his gaze cold and unwavering. “You know,” he said, his voice dangerously calm, “I could continue to unleash spells at you, hoping to overwhelm your little trinket eventually. Or maybe wait for your endless supply of undead to finally exhaust us. But frankly, I don’t have the patience for that.” He took a step forward, his presence radiating power. “I’m going to kill you now.”

The Necromancer Lord let out a chilling, mocking laugh. “Kill me? You, a mere mortal? You have no idea the power I wield! I have commanded legions for centuries! You are nothing but a fleeting spark in the face of eternal darkness!”

But as the Necromancer Lord finished its boastful declaration, Alaric did something it never anticipated. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep, steadying breath. Then, with a suddenness that made the very air around him crackle, his Spiritual Energy erupted outwards. It wasn’t a gentle flow like his magic; it was a raw, untamed force, a vibrant azure aura that blazed around him.

And then, it manifested. Hovering behind Alaric, a majestic avatar of the Azure Spirit Lion materialized. Its eyes glowed with an ancient wisdom and power, its mane flowed like a celestial river, and its very presence radiated an aura of noble might. A primal roar, not of sound but of pure spiritual energy, echoed through the corridor, shaking the very foundations of the corrupted academy.

The Necromancer Lord, for the first time since their encounter, went utterly still. Its skeletal frame seemed to tremble, and its icy blue eyes widened to an almost comical degree. A strangled gasp escaped its lipless mouth.

“Spiritual… Energy?” it muttered, its voice filled with disbelief and a dawning horror. “How… how can a human…?” Its gaze fixated on the azure lion avatar. “The Azure Spirit Lion… a noble spirit beast… how could a mortal have possibly…?”

Alaric opened his eyes, his gaze now imbued with a cold, focused intensity that sent a shiver down even Lyra’s spine. The playful smirk was gone, replaced by a look of absolute determination. The fight had just become a whole lot easier.

“You’ve had your fun, corpse-ruler,” Alaric said, his voice now carrying a weight of authority that belied his age. “Now it’s my turn.” He channeled his magic, but this time, it wasn’t just raw elemental power he was wielding. His Spiritual Energy flowed into his spells, amplifying their potency to an unimaginable degree.

“Azure Inferno Dragon’s Fury!” Alaric roared, and the fiery dragon that erupted from his hands was now infused with a vibrant azure energy, its flames burning hotter and brighter than before, carrying the very essence of the Azure Spirit Lion. It lunged towards the Necromancer Lord with terrifying speed and power.

The Necromancer Lord, finally snapping out of its shock, shrieked in alarm. “Abyssal Barrier of Eternal Night!” A far more potent and intricate barrier of dark energy, swirling with shadowy tendrils and screaming souls, materialized before it, desperately trying to intercept the enhanced attack.

The Azure Inferno Dragon slammed into the barrier, and the impact was like two celestial bodies colliding. The Abyssal Barrier, which had withstood Alaric’s previous powerful attack, cracked and shattered almost instantly under the sheer force of the spiritually enhanced flames. The dragon roared, its azure-infused fire engulfing the Necromancer Lord.

The skeletal form of the Necromancer Lord was instantly engulfed in the intense flames, its shrieks of agony echoing through the corridor. But the resilient demon was far from defeated. Alaric could sense a powerful surge of dark magic as the obsidian amulet in its hand glowed with an intense, malevolent light, shielding it from the full brunt of the attack.

Before the flames could fully consume it, the Necromancer Lord unleashed its own desperate counterattack. “Boneyard Eruption!” The very floor beneath Alaric’s feet erupted in a geyser of sharp, jagged bones, attempting to impale him.

Alaric reacted instantly, his Spiritual Energy enhancing his reflexes. He leaped into the air with incredible agility, narrowly avoiding the deadly bone spikes. From his elevated position, he unleashed his next attack. “Azure Glacial Prison of Absolute Zero!” The massive ice cage that materialized around the Necromancer Lord was now infused with a chilling azure aura, its cold so intense that the very air around it seemed to solidify.

The Necromancer Lord, still burning from the dragon’s breath, found itself trapped within the spiritually enhanced prison. The cold was far more potent than before, freezing its very essence. Cracks spread rapidly across its skeletal frame.

“Tempestuous Azure Gale Force Annihilation!” Alaric roared, and the swirling vortex of winds that descended upon the icy prison was now a tempest of azure energy, laced with shards of ice that shimmered with spiritual power. The prison was battered with unimaginable force, and the Necromancer Lord within was torn apart by the relentless assault, its shrieks of agony reaching a fever pitch.

Finally, Alaric gathered his remaining magic and spiritual energy for one final, decisive blow. “Azure Elemental Cataclysm Nova!” The sphere of raw elemental power that erupted from his hands was now a swirling vortex of fire, ice, and lightning, all infused with the vibrant azure energy of the Spirit Lion. It slammed into the already shattered icy prison, directly impacting the Necromancer Lord.

The explosion that followed was deafening, the raw power unleashed tearing through the corridor. The Necromancer Lord’s form was completely obliterated, leaving behind only fragments of charred bone and a smoking, cracked obsidian amulet. Even the remaining undead in the corridor, those that had somehow survived the initial onslaught, crumbled into dust under the sheer force of Alaric’s spiritually enhanced attack.

Silence descended once more, this time absolute. The oppressive aura of death that had permeated the corridor was gone, replaced by a faint scent of ozone and burnt bone. Alaric stood panting, his azure spirit lion avatar slowly dissipating behind him. He had done it. He had defeated the Necromancer Lord.