“Stop!” Ol’ Amos glared at him. “Don’t you dare think that I don’t know what you’re up to. I’ll have you know that those original spells are my precious babies, so don’t you dare covet them.”
“Is that what you think of me, Ol’ President?”
Meng Lei was rather indignant. He said, “I’ll admit that I certainly do want to learn those spells, but it’s all for your sake, isn’t it?”
“For my sake?” Ol’ Amos scoffed.
“Think about it. Even though you’ve created so many great and amazing spells, no one knows about them. Don’t you find that a pity?
“And that’s not all!”
With a regretful look, Meng Lei went on. “If! If you die someday, won’t all these spells that you’ve created completely die out? What a huge shame that would be!”
(⊙o⊙)
Ol’ Amos was taken aback.
“Sigh! Those are the fruits of your intellectual labor that you’ve made painstaking efforts on, spent an infinite amount of sweat, blood, and tears on, and worn out a countless amount of brain cells in order to create so laboriously, you know!”
Meng Lei thumped his chest and stamped his feet in regret, and said plaintively, “Should they disappear along with you, it’ll practically be the most serious and the most tragic loss to the whole Heaven’s Vault Continent’s history of magic!”
“This...”
Ol’ Amos’ countenance also changed as he tugged on his beard.
What this boy is saying... does make some sense. If I die, won’t these spells that I’ve created be lost to the world? How can that do?
Ol’ Amos glared at Meng Lei and asked, “What do you think I should do, then?”
“You can impart them to me!” Meng Lei gave him a sincere look. “I will build upon them and let them flourish. Let their great name be known throughout Heaven’s Vault Continent! And let your fruits of intellectual labor forever shine in the history of magic and be passed on for all generations to come!”
“You’re right. They should be passed on.” Ol’ Amos repeatedly nodded, agreeing with him wholeheartedly. “They can’t die out just like that!”
“Yes, yes!”
Joy surfaced on Meng Lei’s face.
Hehe, I’ve succeeded!
Innumerable spells and up to 100 first-class spells... Those are priceless treasures! You can’t buy them even if you have the money!
“But why must I impart them to you?” Ol’ Amos looked at Meng Lei and said, “I can totally make them into magic scrolls and gift them to the academy so that more people can learn them. Wouldn’t that let them flourish even better? And let me shine in the history of magic even more?”
(⊙o⊙)
Meng Lei’s expression froze.
“Hehe! Thinking of tricking this old man? You’re still too young!”
Upon seeing Meng Lei’s constipated expression, Ol’ Amos burst into laughter. He had finally vented some of his frustration. After being astounded by Meng Lei so many times for so long, his heart had finally received some consolation.
Now, that wasn’t easy.
“Ol’ President, you’re really so...”
Black lines filled Meng Lei’s face.
This old geezer is actually playing dumb! How goddamn infuriating!
“Alright, stop looking at me like that.” An amused Ol’ Amos mock-chided him, “You’re the only descendant I have. Who am I going to impart them to, if not you? Am I supposed to impart them to other people?”
“Hehe, I knew it!”
Meng Lei rejoiced again.
“Cut the crap! Hurry and clean up the ant tide.” Ol’ Amos waved him off, somewhat impatient. “Wipe them out as soon as possible and look for the little golden ant after that. No matter what, I’m still somewhat worried leaving it all alone in the Magical Beast Forest.”
“Got it.”
Meng Lei toned down his smile. Light from the fire flickered in his eyes as he said, “Since we want to be quick about this, then let’s intensify the flames some more.”
At that point, everyone saw a scene that they’d never forget for their whole lives.
Meng Lei stood proudly in the sky. As though a God of Fire, his voice was loud and sonorous as he pronounced a mighty, imposing judgment on the ant tide.
“Ninth-Grade Spell... Heavenly Fire Meteor!
“Ninth-Grade Spell... Fire God Descends!
“Ninth-Grade Spell... Doomsday Rain of Fire!
“Ninth-Grade Spell... Sun Tempest!
“Ninth-Grade Spell... Fire God Judgment!
“Ninth-Grade Spell... Rupturing Fire Dragon!
“Ninth-Grade Spell... Blazing Inferno Flames!
“Ninth-Grade Spell... Fire Lotus Judgment!
“Ninth-Grade Spell... Fire God’s Fury!”
The nine ninth-grade spells cast in succession were like savage fire beasts that had broken free of hell’s gates and suddenly invaded the world. The moment they appeared, they dazzled the heavens.
Heavenly Fire Meteors plummeted from the sky!
A fire giant bellowed furiously!
A rain of fire petals scattered throughout the sky!
A tornado of flames spun and whirled!
Fire blades with light streaming all over them cleaved downward mightily!
A savage fire dragon roared furiously like a clap of thunder!
Black flames corroded and destroyed!
A dazzling fire lotus blossomed in the sky!
The Fire God roared furiously, causing the heavens and earth to pale!
In that instant, everything in the world disappeared, leaving behind only a blazing sea of fire that seemed as if it wanted to burn away this filthy world!
Chapter 109: Ant Tide Defeated, Flying Dragons Retreated Out of Fear
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Presently, there were no other colors in the world, and only burning fires leaped in the people’s eyes.
An ocean of fire spread across hundreds of miles!
It covered mountains, rivers, and the vast earth!
Large swarms of ant tide turned to ashes!
Countless ants burned to death!
Attack?
There was no chance for such a thing anymore!
Madness!
No such thing anymore either!
Under the frantic blow of the ninth-grade spells, the ant tide army suffered unprecedented damage. Although there were still numerous ants, the army appeared unable to sustain itself.
A few more rounds were needed before the
