Overpowered Wizard

Chapter 242: B3: C32: Wizard, Cultivator, Harrowing Mist Isles, Crucifying Storm Tower

If it wasn’t for Zarian’s free evil +5 and the pressure of causality turning against him, he wouldn’t have brainstormed with Para to do something extra devious.

These factors had led to them stacking the effects of his incomplete gravity spell, Crucifying Storm Tower, Arcane Artillery Platform, Void Domain, and an extra surprise that the wizard was saving for the end to fuck over the monster wave.

Void Domain, a mythical spell, was a known factor for infusing the void with the environment, far or near. It could twist elemental magic and even enchanted effects. Paired with the mythical trait, Outer Planar Scourge, and all the other wizard-based buffs, the domain was powerful by itself.

Most wizards wouldn’t dream of using something like Void Domain as mere support for other spells. Granted, its aura cost was steep, so it seemed more like a special badass finisher move.

Zarian and Para thought differently when they became creative while under enough stress. Especially with how they wanted to apply the main wombo-combo spells coming from the Black Magic grimoire, which they hadn’t used before.

“Give me CONQUEST!” Zarian shouted for extra dramatic effect.

That might’ve seemed silly and impractical, but the flow of causality was changing for the better. His odds improved as Zarian and Para leaned into the dramatics while doing badass wizard stuff.

Para used Void Domain to darken the surrounding skies. Eldritch windows to the beyond appeared like fracturing rips. Flickering images of maddening void creatures flashed in and out of appearance. They circled like sharks, with a thousand eyes peeking at a little world dipped into their endless waters.

The sight of the eldritch horrors was so grave that even the monsters of the mist isles had their Willpower tested, making them hesitate and slow down, easing the pressure off Naomi.

That was really the main point of Void Domain. It was a distraction for Crucifying Storm Tower to form and start its grim work.

The storm tower speared upward and downward from the middle of the corpse gravity singularity. It looked like a growing funnel of frost shards and lightning bolts that aimed to strike both heaven and hell.

The lower end of the storm tower struck first with a marsh-shaking quake. Then the frost shards and lightning bolts combined, becoming wondrous and mystical frost-lightning torture chains with nails at the end.

By then, the corpse singularity blended into the storm tower, which crunched, minced, and fused all the corpses into a death pillar at the center. Then, with a ghoulish and stormy roar, the tower expressed its hunger to collect more dead things and continue its growth.

Blue-white magic chains reached out with lightning speed. The chains struck with giant icicle nails that skewered deep into their targets – the monsters of the monster wave.

The first monster caught was an Octo Reaver Monster. The frost nail was ten feet long and rammed right into the side of its gut, the chains rattling with a promise to bring about ultimate pain.

The monster screamed from the initial hit, but it was too slow to smash away the giant nail before the lightning effect struck. Then the monster suffered the most pain it ever faced in its monstrous life, paralyzing it as things only grew worse.

The icicle nail grew with spreading frost that froze up the monster’s guts and cemented the hold. Then the frost-lightning chains went taut with a loud clang, jerking the monster toward its doomed fate – the storm tower itself.

Seeing this, the Octo Reaver Monster tried to dig its claws into the marsh bed. It tried to grab the nearest structures with its tentacles. It tried to fight the inevitable pull and the torturous lightning pain and the growing frost spreading from inside.

Miraculously, the reaver resisted enough to stop from getting reeled. A little hope appeared in the monster’s dark eyes.

Another frost-lightning chain and nail struck it in the spine and sealed its fate, all hope lost. The storm tower reeled the monster all the way in.

The same happened to another Octo Reaver Monster. Then another and another. One or two chains stopped them in their tracks if they didn’t move fast enough.

They were agile monsters. The storm tower wasn’t too fast. But their Willpower was under duress from a combination of Void Domain and Naomi’s rampage as a giant cat girl cultivator.

The storm tower wasn’t sapient, but it was opportunistic. The spell lashed, nailed, chained, and reeled in the first living sacrifices. The caught reavers screamed and struggled, their attempts to escape becoming futile as the storm tower brought them into its embrace.

Most ended up crucified to the base of the storm tower. Others that had the misfortune of getting reeled up higher on the tower suffered for longer and died slower.

From there, the lightning torture grew more intense, the frost magic slowed further, and the life drain quickened until the reavers became proper corpses. Their dead bodies disappeared into the raging funnel, which minced, crushed, and fused them to the lengthening corpse pillar at the center.

The tower grew. The tower caught more sacrifices, this time with more speed, with more force, which put the Mire Hound Monsters in trouble.

The evil hounds resisted for a time, but eventually the storm tower won out. The hounds suffered the stormy crucifix treatment, killing and making them a part of the corpse pillar like the reavers before them. ⱤaNỌBƐs

The storm grew. The storm lashed out with more frost-lightning chains. They went for anything that moved now, which included the Sludge Serpent Monsters and Buzz Zombie Monsters.

The interesting thing about undead creatures was that they had no life energy. They still had basic souls, however, each one equipped with profiles, abilities, and stats. But instead of life energy, they ran only with vitality and aura.@@@@

He found that amusing until his attention snapped toward the results he was looking for.

The crucifying chains of frost and lightning were catching the acid-shooting monsters that had stayed hidden up to this point. They couldn’t move any further back. Just like all monsters, they had hard coded parameters that made them more linked to the System than other creatures.

That was why monsters could grow faster and seem stronger than the magical beasts and adventurer races of the land. Monsters had specific designs that rewarded their evil with hidden mechanics and buffs from the Star System. But they also had to succumb more to certain rules.

It was for this reason that monstrous creatures like Reiki of the White Silk Dancers were so special.

She was the most human of monsters, which gave credence to her being a person before becoming a Dungeon Boss.

But unlike her, the regular mill of monsters who lusted on eating and tormenting people were stuck in a box. The same went for the clever and evasive Gloom Hornet Monsters, Level 140 Acid Shooters.

They couldn’t back up anymore. This monster wave was a mini quest event, and an event with waves couldn’t run without its main enemy force.

Thus, the gloom hornets found themselves stuck between an invisible box and a storm tower that quickly chained them, crucified them, and carved their asses up.

With that, the wizard and cultivator should have total victory. But Zarian and his free evil +5 had some doubts about that.

Come on, come on, do a switch up on us! Zarian begged. Try to surprise us!

Zarian nearly screamed in joy as a gold notification with ‘troubling news’ appeared above them.

Having free evil +5 was the best, because he didn’t have to read the notification to know what was happening. Still, for the sake of playing their role, he scanned the notification.

Zarian slapped his cheek with his working hand and shouted in shock. “Oh no! It looks like the end of the monster wave being an easy victory for us made the boss monsters mad! They must want to stop us after defeating all of their monsters!”

Para played along with maximum enthusiasm. “Oh, mercy us! How foolish are we for thinking we can overpower the dangers of this grave place without comeuppance! Surely we are DOOMED!”

Zarian gave it an A+ score in his head, and his parasite glowed inwardly with joy. They were starting to like the idea of playing off as super bards for the sake of Lion Prince.

Naomi growled as she took the situation seriously, and causality wobbled in uncertainty. But that was fine. Zarian wanted the five Dungeon Boss Master Rankers to square up.

The boss rankers drew closer at startling speeds. They had powerful magic that obscured their profiles, too, giving nothing away.

Zarian couldn’t even see their true forms. They had hazy mist magic that coated each one of them, forcing Zarian to judge them by size and outline.

Each one looked like dark, smoky comets the size of three story apartments, with the one at the center giving off the most powerful and evil vibes.

“I’ll go to Second Ignition if I have to!” Naomi shouted. “But I need time to power up to first, and then to second!”

“No need,” Zarian said.

Once they got in range, the storm tower tried to catch the incoming boss rankers, but it was to no avail. They rammed straight through the chains of lightning and frost.

Clearly, the raiding bosses were near the peak for monsters on the World of Castles and Caverns, to where Zarian and Naomi should cut their losses and run. This was not a fight they should have without the full party, especially since the point of this trip was for practice and some personal fun.

Yet, with a spreading grin, Zarian grabbed Morph from behind him.

The creepy crawler grimoire screeched and hissed with some sass, but not too much. Morph settled into his role as a source of major spell magic. Aura Slayer served as a fancy wand with an edge while held by Zarian’s lion tail.

Zarian cast his pièce de résistance for this entire event.

“Big Bad Polymorphs!”