Overpowered Wizard

Chapter 241: B3: C31: Wizard, Cultivator, Harrowing Mist Isles, Monster Wave

Chapter 241: B3: C31: Wizard, Cultivator, Harrowing Mist Isles, Monster Wave

You’re still the POV Character, Zarian sent to Naomi’s mind. We’re splitting the power of the Lion Prince, which makes it a little weaker than usual after I, uh, screwed up. So be careful! And if push comes to shove, we’ll have to make a tactical retreat like the System suggests.

The odds were that bad, huh?

It is what it is. Naomi figured she could work with that as she flipped away from clawing strikes, gnashing teeth, and grasping tentacles.

All of that came from one butt-ugly monster that looked like an angry beaver had a baby with a coked-up octopus. And that baby was the size of a school bus.

She barely had enough time to absorb the info Zarian sent through the network. Another half a dozen large monsters were trying to gang up on her from behind.

All of them were between Level 125 and Level 140. No Master Rankers, which was fortunate, because Naomi was a little disoriented and feeling slow.@@@@

One reason for that was her harmonious meditation skill. It slowed her while she used a tranquil mind state to recover. The other reason was the powerful debuffs targeting her, cursing her. All nasty stuff, far stronger than what the Grimrock Hell Gate had done.

Maybe there was a Region Boss out there like Zarian had said.

Damn, I gotta take this seriously, Naomi thought to herself.

Less Dao of Power, more Fatal Finisher.

Less Barehanded Sage, and more Psionic Affinity.

She might have to use Half Ignition, which was a special Aura Ignition technique she’d taught herself.

Before she could decide, whooping barb shots flew like mega sized artillery rounds. There were also acidic torrents shooting down from the thick cloud cover high above.

Zarian hadn’t caught on to enemies being up there until they started shooting.

Naomi lunged out of the way of the attacks despite her physical and mental slowness. She barely dodged in time.

Then she felt something she didn’t like.

Zarian and Para’s distress.

It was loud and clear to her even though they wanted to hide it. Just like how Naomi’s psychic nature made it easier to hide her thoughts and feelings, being psychic made it easier to pry a little while connected on the spider network.

She glanced past another butt-ugly monster that was half-snot, half corpse-pile and saw Zarian flickering in and out of sight as a hailstorm of attacks fell on him. Nothing could land flush. But Naomi could tell he was having some trouble.

Her instinct to serve and protect Zarian kicked into overdrive. She knew what to do.

She looked deep inside of herself. She found that extra angry juice that made her a hard ass woman. She found that little special sauce from Zarian.

Then she used all of her Willpower and a little of Thematic Concept/Even Further Beyond to shove the POV thing away.

She couldn’t move her body much while doing that, at least not effectively, so she took her licks. She got battered around by vicious monsters. They tore her ass up.

But Naomi kept shoving and shoving until, finally, she felt something dislodge. She threw back what belonged to her handsome man-god.

Even as Naomi suffered another brutal and painful death, Zarian’s shock was loud and clear on the network. Wait... did you just ...

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Did you just push the POV all the way back to me with Willpower and pure DETERMINATION?! Zarian sent on the network, surprised by the mad woman’s audacity.

She even got herself killed again, torn down by a mob of monsters. Thankfully, her mythical trait, Undying Tyrant, revived her and made her enormously stronger than before.

That was relieving and worrying. Naomi’s life energy suffered. And the monsters had heavy doses of death magic on their side.

But Lion Prince wasn’t getting split anymore.

The skill was still weak, and causality was definitely not in his favor. The enemies had a better chance against him. They could challenge him. They could change everything if they actually took him down.

But he felt better now that he had all the Lion Prince with him.

A single palm thrust.

The creature snapped out of its temporary fear before slapping its tentacles into the marshy floor and launching off its claws. Its beaver head tilted forward while glowing with a necrotic green energy. There was a glint of confidence in the monster’s dark eyes while counterattacking with a Death Skull Bash +3.

Then the eyes of the Octo Reaver Bone Mounter popped out of its skull and joined the explosion of gore blasting in all directions from its body. Naomi’s giant-sized and super-strong palm thrust was ramming straight through with a compact and brutal psychic eruption as the cherry on top.

After she destroyed her first monster of the monster wave, the side quest became a violent mosh pit of blood and gore with a giant psychic cat girl cultivator in the middle.

Naomi marched through the monsters, soaked massive hits, and struck back with bigger and badder hits. Hand chops. Palm thrusts. Backhands. Claw slashes. Elbow strikes. Stomps. And many more.

Each hit sounded like thunder and lightning. Viscera and swamp water rained everywhere. Shockwaves of magic, brutal bone-breaking impacts, and giant mutilated bodies caught in a wushu meat grinder flew about. The nearest ancient temples and lost structures scattered away like they were sand castles caught in a riot during a severe storm.

The unfortunate part was how she was slower at this size. She had to take more hits to dish out the pain. Faster monsters could dodge around her.

Fortunately, she didn’t need to always hit directly to leave a mark or drop a monster into a defenseless position. Some of her strikes discharged psychic blasts of force and electricity. All for the sake of rattling the fast ones and battering everything caught in the wake.

Then the ones that fell over and recovered too late ended up trampled underfoot as she kept marching in a savage circle of death, psionics, and power. To see it from a distance as mere observer was like seeing a moving painting of an ancient war goddess at work against evil creatures of the most demented nightmares.

Thick purple psychic thunderbolts cracked across the air from her heaviest hits. The roaring blue fire of ignited aura covered her massive frame and kept her fueled. Her purple robe, with the purple lightning sash around her waist, remained pristine and beautiful even as Naomi turned monsters into splatter art with her hits.

She became such a menace while palm-thrusting Octo Reaver Monsters, hand-chopping Sludge Serpent Monsters, tail-whacking Mire Hound Monsters, and stepping on Buzz Zombie Monsters, that the fifth and sixth monster types had to split their attention away from Zarian and start raining attacks down on her.

Zarian bided his time to further prepare his counteroffensive and to let Naomi soak in hits for her Dao of Power. As much as he worried, he loved to see her grow, and he felt he was gambling correctly this time.

Even with a class that was less in quality than she deserved, the woman was a monster of a cultivator.

The powerful barbs struck Naomi, knocked her off-course, but couldn’t stop her fully. The acidic torrents couldn’t burn her fast enough before she released a pulse of psychic force that removed the gunk from her body.

She slowed down a bit, but she kept handing out defeat after defeat to monster challengers anyway.

After Naomi soaked a few more hits and drew some more attention, drawing heavy enemy aggro like a proper tank, Zarian checked with Para.

Ready, she said in his head.

“Give me sacrifice,” Zarian said.

All around the monster wave, spectral spiders waved their little arcana hats and triggered their arrays. They hadn’t triggered them prior because Zarian and the spiders redirected from their original strategy. They created something new based on prior research.

Which research was that? The gravity research, of course.

That damn unsolvable spell was still their most researched magic ability other than Overwhelming Darkness. Zarian needed to get back to his gravity work some day, but today he settled with pieces and the simple basics of the real thing.

So under his directions, the spiders had hastily made arrays with one purpose, to askew gravity at a certain angle and have it localize at a spot in the air. Many of the corpses on the battlefield, most if not all having suffered a crushing defeat by Naomi, had webbing spun in intricate runic arrays on their mutilated bodies.

The runic webbings flashed a cosmic purple. The corpses flew up at an angle, rising toward a spot above the middle of the monster wave attack. Smashing together, the growing ball of corpses became a fleshy, gory singularity over everyone’s heads.

The corpse singularity reached the size of a giant fortress hill when the second monster wave came rushing in with fresh units of each type.

By this point, Naomi was looking heavily strained. The amount of vitality and aura she needed to work a twenty-foot powerhouse body was enormous. Some of her key buffs had degrading effects on her, regardless of the benefits. The debuff curses in the region were having an effect, too.

She couldn’t afford another death. That would be too dangerous for her life energy. She would have to power up to First Ignition, since the new monster wave promised to overwhelm her.

Nah, no need. You’ve done enough, Naomi. Time for me to bring the overkill.

“Give me death and destruction,” Zarian said, tracing his fingers on the big black cover of the Advanced Grimoire of Black Magic +2.

The spectral chains attached to his soul rattled as he powered up. He pointed Aura Slayer at the corpse singularity in the air before chanting aloud. “Crucifying Storm Tower.”

Meanwhile, Para reached out with a parasite-made hand and placed it close to Zarian’s hand on the black magic grimoire. Another hand from Para grabbed the orbiting metal cover of the Advanced Grimoire of the Voidling Exile +2.

The ragged, cosmic-lit strands of the kilt flared out. Para drew aura and power from her host before hissing aloud two spells. “Arcane Artillery Platform. Void Domain.”