36. Elian, Who Wields an Axe Before Lu Ban

Chief Helen and Chief Cadre were both momentarily stunned.

Did Erian actually choose to willingly give up the opportunity to safely leave this place and continue as the King of Eldorun?

"Sometimes, I truly cannot understand what is going on inside your mind, my Majesty."

Gutt shrugged helplessly.

"Then let us begin according to plan!"

The moment Erian uttered "Come kill me," Cadre, the Chief of Abjuration, activated a spell he had been charging for a long time.

Emerald ripples expanded outward with the bald-headed man at the center, enveloping the surrounding area and making the spatial fabric in the vicinity noticeably more stable.

Space lockdown!

This was to prevent Erian from teleporting away.

This was Cadre's specialty.

Although among the three chiefs, Cadre, an eighth-ring mage, possessed the weakest individual combat power and was unskilled in direct attacks or subduing opponents, as a supporter, he was the absolute finest!

Immediately after instantly locking down the space, Cadre cast his next spell without pause. Opening his arms wide, an invisible domain of suppression spread out.

"Targeted suppression, spells of the Necromancy school!"

This was the tacit understanding the three had reached from the very beginning: to suppress Erian's most proficient necromantic magic, rendering his terrifying instant-death spells and dreadful curses impossible to cast.

Simultaneously with Cadre's action, Helen, the Chief of Transmutation, chanted an incantation.

The blonde woman's figure expanded rapidly, transforming in the blink of an eye into a massive golden dragon, its golden scales gleaming brilliantly beneath the moonlight.

A juvenile golden dragon!

Erian simply watched their operations quietly, without making any form of reaction.

"Farewell, Erian!"

Gutt, the Chief of Evocation, relied on a pre-cast flight spell to retreat swiftly backward, leaving behind a series of afterimages as his fingers traced a blazing symbol in the air.

The next moment, four giant flame meteors materialized in the sky, hurtling directly toward Erian's position.

...

Far away in the elven village.

Little Gretel, now transformed into the likeness of an elf, was warmly welcomed by all the villagers. Those who had been fast asleep scrambled out of their homes to surround the child.

All the children offered their most cherished little toys to little Gretel.

The adults pulled little Gretel forward with looks of utmost reverence, wishing to invite this young elf into their homes as a guest to enjoy fine food, and even came to blows with one another over the privilege of serving him.

Watching several wealthy squires brawl over the argument of "who is qualified to treat this lord elf to a grand feast," little Gretel could only wave his hands hurriedly:

"Stop fighting, please stop fighting!"

Just then, the squires who had been scuffling froze collectively, gazing up at the sky behind little Gretel.

"Ah? Is there something behind me?"

Little Gretel turned his head in confusion, his eyes instantly widening.

In the distant night sky, four flame meteors were descending, trailing blazing tails of fire across the darkness.

"Oh, look, shooting stars!"

"Is this an auspicious omen brought by the elf visiting our village?"

The villagers cheered happily one after another.

Only little Gretel stood frozen.

"That direction is..."

"The hillside where His Majesty Erian is staying!"

Startled, little Gretel broke into a frantic run toward the hillside.

"Damn it, why don't I know any flight, haste, or teleportation magic?"

"The spells that surfaced in my mind when my bloodline awakened were all purely for offense!"

As he ran, thoughts raced through little Gretel's mind.

"Lord Elf, please don't leave!"

Seeing this young elf suddenly break away from them and sprint toward the village entrance, the villagers of the elven village were utterly bewildered.

"Did the lord elf remember some urgent matter?"

"Quick, follow the lord elf! He hasn't tasted our family's meat soup yet!"

In an instant, a large crowd of villagers trailed behind little Gretel, looking exceptionally comical.

...

"How is it? Has Erian been eliminated?"

The three chiefs stared intently at the hillside, which had been blasted away by a fraction, and the raging sea of fire.

"He is Eldorun's greatest Supreme Mage, surely it wouldn't be this simple, right?"

At that moment, on the ground before the sea of fire, a deformed figure emerged from the soil.

The earth parted automatically, then closed back up.

It was a burrowing ability similar to that of an earth elemental entity!

"He used some kind of magic just now to gain burrowing capabilities, tunneling underground to evade the explosion?" Gutt furrowed his brow.

Simultaneously, an instinctive trace of oddity arose within him.

This type of magic should be closer to the Transmutation school, shouldn't it?

The figure emerging from the dirt wore Erian's mage robes, but its appearance was now completely different from Erian.

It was unmistakably a pale-skinned monster with six arms, yet its facial features retained a trace of Erian's personal characteristics.

"Erian has transformed?"

Helen, who had already transformed into a golden dragon, frowned slightly, feeling a deep sense of strangeness.

To display transmutation magic right in front of her, the Chief of Transmutation?

Displaying one's slight skill before an expert!

"Because his necromancy spells were suppressed, is he forced to use spells from a school he isn't proficient in?"

"What kind of creature has this fellow Erian turned into?"

Though greatly astonished by this special, never-before-seen creature, Helen felt not a shred of fear.

After all, what she had transformed into was a true giant dragon, the former master who once ruled the skies and the earth!

What kind of combat power could such a strange creature possess—neither strong nor terrifying, standing roughly the same height as an ordinary human?

Back then, she had spent a full two full years studying the golden dragon skeleton of an ancient dragon empire just to successfully parse the physiological structure of a juvenile golden dragon and acquire the ability to transform into a dragon!

Erian, transformed into a six-armed humanoid creature, could guess what Helen was thinking at that moment.

The real world was not a game; for a spellcaster to transform into another creature, they had to spend months and years conducting dissections or observations to thoroughly understand the corresponding creature's physiological structure.

Therefore, theoretically, the richer one's knowledge of fantasy creatures, the broader the range of possible transformations, and the more powerful the transmutation magic would be.

The form Erian had assumed was an extremely rare magical creature.

In the era of ancient Eldorun, no human had ever laid eyes on it!

The six-armed Erian used his lower two hands to perform the corresponding casting gestures.

Then, he made a gentle pinching motion toward Helen, who had transformed into a giant dragon in the air.

The next instant, circles of black mist billowed up around Helen's golden dragon form.

The mist drifted away, and a croaking toad plummeted from the sky, landing squarely in the bushes.

It was Helen, who had been transformed!

The Chief of Transmutation, Eldorun's foremost master of transmutation, had been transformed by her enemy in combat!

"Helen!"

Gutt cried out in shock, finding it hard to believe his eyes.

While his lower arms attacked Helen, Erian's middle pair of arms were brought together in a praying gesture as he whispered in a voice so soft it was barely audible:

"My wish is that the next attack shall hit its mark without fail!"