Zero no ambassador: my harem

A huge crimson five-meter diameter fireball appeared at the top of Duke Yanlong's wand, and as the undead bird carrying Duke Yanlong approached Osman, Duke Yanlong waved down his wand at the side of the wind wall, and the crimson fireball descended in an arc towards Osman.

Osman urged the [Flight] magic, several currents of air power at the same time, he flew towards the upper left, trying to avoid the Inflammation Blast.

However, the Duke of Yan Long's control of the explosion is very good, the explosion after falling to the lowest point rose again, the volume reduced to four meters in diameter, but the speed is suddenly half faster, meteor-like approaching Osman.

It couldn't be avoided. Osman preened and turned around to face the incoming Inferno Blast, chanting as he maintained his flight to buy time.

"Lir Wendy 3-young." [Shield of the Wind King]

The same third level magic, the wind that penetrated back and forth formed a dense shield of five meters in diameter and one meter in thickness of blue wind. The shield was slanted upwards at five meters above Osman's head.

Then, the inflammatory blast struck heavily on the Wind King's shield.

"A dazzling burst of fire erupted, and the crowd watching the battle from below and on the distant hill had to close their eyes and squint to reduce the damage from the glare.

The fire met the wind and grew, but the Wind King's shield also directed the erupting flames toward the shield's cut. The burst of wind blew, and Osman flew far away with the force of it, distancing himself from the Immortal Bird and the Archduke of the Infernal Dragon.

The light from the flames obscured the Duke of the Infernal Dragon's vision, and he opened his eyes after the glare faded and he had lost track of Osman. Turning his head around and gripping his wand, the Archduke of the Infernal Dragon was alert for the attack that would come.

"Hahue Wendy 3-Light!" [Blade of the Wind King]

Without a sound, Osman gathered the power of third level magic and stood on the ground, he shook his wand and his eyes fell on the Duke of the Infernal Dragon in the air not far away. Above Osman, the five-meter-long crescent-shaped blue dense wind blade was spinning endlessly within a circular surface, growing faster and faster. The power of this hairy wind king's blade gradually increased.

Duke Yan Long felt a palpable magic power and fiercely looked in the direction of the Wind King's Blade.

Osman also waved his wand at this time, and the crescent-shaped huge wind blade broke through the virtual circular surface, spinning at a speed that made it look like a blue disc. It was so fast that tens of meters flew by in a flash.

Duke Yan Long felt the threat of death, the subconsciously inspired flame wall protection was absolutely unable to block this enhanced third level wind magic.

"Boom "A blaze rose, the undead bird beneath the Duke of Yanlong turned into a blaze, it raised its head and spread its wings to block the Duke of Yanlong.

"Poof" the huge wind blade broke open the Flame Bird and disappeared into the distant sky.

The upper and lower halves of the Flame Bird were dissipating, and the Duke of the Infernal Dragon fell from the sky without the undead bird's bearing.

Othman held his wand and stared at the dissipating flaming bird, somewhat wary.

With a resonant phoenix cry, the fading flames stopped falling and reunited to form a large red bird about four meters long. The undead bird embodied flames to dodge the damage from the wind blades, before regrouping again.

The undead bird swept down rapidly, catching Duke Yan Long as he was about to fall to the ground, climbing up from the ground again.

The Duke of Infernal Dragon's eyebrows furrowed, his anger rising at the near death.

"Osman, you made me do it." Duke Yan Long raised his wand high, a huge gathering of magical power, and soon the five-meter diameter Inferno Blast had taken shape. But before stopping the reaction of the gathering of magic power, a golden streak surged around the crimson fireball, and a palpable sensation came from that fireball.

In the meantime, Alice on the observation seat's eyebrows were furrowed. It had actually been forced out so quickly.

What was that? The Inferno Blast should have no such enhancement for use.

Osman's eyebrows were locked, no longer at ease. He felt that the third level of wind magic couldn't block this blow anymore.

Standing on the earth, Osman chanted aloud.

"Germondot-Ess-Ess-Give!!!" [Guardian of the Earth!

A thick wall of earth rose from in front of Osman, seven or eight meters high and five meters thick.

"Go ahead, Inferno Blast."

The five-meter diameter crimson fireball surging with fine golden lines slammed down diagonally from above and below.

The surface of the fireball pulsed with searing flames, and when the dissimilar inflammation explosion touched the surface of the earth wall, the flames pulsed to slowly melt the earth wall, and then the remaining three meter diameter body of the fireball drove in long and straight.

"Boom!!!"

The Inferno Blast smashed down on Osman's previous position, then erupted, the earth trembled, and a 10 meter diameter crater remained in place. Using [Flight] to ascend and hide at the edge of the height of the earth wall, obscuring the vision of the Duke of the Inferno Dragon, Osman only took damage from the blast of wind.

While Osman had still been immersed in the anomaly of the inflammatory blast, the Duke of the Infernal Dragon had already launched his next attack. Seven or eight head-sized, floating fireballs with golden patterns floated around the Duke of the Infernal Dragon.

The Immortal Bird swooped towards Osman with a resonant phoenix cry.

As the distance drew closer, the Duke of the Infernal Dragon manipulated the fireballs to blast Osman from all directions in different trajectories.

Danger! Not just any fireball!

Osman was on guard, his wand slicing down from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet, an orb that flowed with wind completely surrounded him. Level 2 Magic Wind Wall Enhancement, [Complete Protection Wind Wall - Wind Sphere].

"Bang, bang, bang, bang," the fireball bombarded the surface of the windball, the impact actually knocked Osman out of the air, the fireballs smashed down one after another, and Osman was forced to fall to the ground. The remnants of the wind ball left a spinning small half-meter depression in the ground.

Osman's mouth was bleeding, and he was in a bit of a mess.

The power of a first-grade magic fireball was actually close to 2 degrees, that was twice the difference in destructive power.

Duke Yan Long's anger was unabated, and he approached again, with more than ten golden-tinged fireballs floating around.

Othman's face changed greatly, not daring to keep it.

"Grus Wendy Wendy Wendy Spar." [Tornado]

Halfway through the chant, a frenzied wind wrapped around Osman, and even the enhanced fireball had trouble breaking through, bouncing off the gusts of wind from the protective body. The fierce winds surged up from the foot of the hill, scattering sand and dust, and the spectators had to stretch out their hands to keep them out of sight.

The terrible magical reaction made Duke Yan Long confirm that it was a fourth level magic [Tornado], and he didn't hesitate to stop manipulating the fireball and put his remaining power into the fourth level magic [Heavenly Fire Burning City].

"Einz-fil-fil-crow." [Celestial Fire Burning City]

The terrifying heat distorted the air around him, and the hot wind spread, causing the onlookers to retreat again and again.

The two terrifying forces stopped in place when they were done, and Osman floated in the air, surrounded by a white dragon scroll that was fifteen meters tall and still spinning and expanding. The Duke of Yanlong's body was surrounded by a huge fireball the size of a person and one meter in diameter with golden lines, more than ten shots, and the number of fireballs was still growing.

Osman and Duke Yanlong seemed to see each other's eyes through the dragon scrolls and flames.

Before the gathered power reached the limit of his own control, the Duke of the Infernal Dragon was the first to hit the number of thirty fireballs in a row and smashed them into Osman's dragon scroll. Right after that Osman's tornado had grown to twenty meters tall, which was also the limit of his control, and he maneuvered it to meet the fireball in a series of beads.

At first contact, the fireball was about to be blown away by the tornado, but then a second fireball crashed into it, and the fireball doubled in size, then a third and a fourth, homogenous and homogeneous fireballs grew and grew, slowly moving forward inside the tornado.

"Pffffffffffff--"

When all the fireballs fused into one, half of the body of a floating fireball with golden lines seven or eight meters in diameter and flames beating on its surface was embedded inside the tornado, while the other half was exposed and beating with destructive flames.

This stalemate lasted for about half a minute, then reached a critical point, the fireball slowly disintegrated, the tornado's speed decreased, and the gale ripped off a tiny strand of flame from the fireball's surface.

Hao Tian's face changed, "Lie down!!!" He stepped forward and pressed the two of them to hide underneath the wooden table at the VIP table, and Alice actually ducked in synchronously.

"Boom!!!"

The two [Fourth Level Magic] shots melted most of their power in the collision, but the remaining power turned into countless flames and gusts of wind that accelerated for the flames, and hundreds of thousands of fist-less copies of the flames shot in all directions like swords.

"Pffffffffffff--"