Chapter 90 – Fire and Cold Blood

What spell, invisibility?

You’re going to jump out and hit me even if you’re invisible, Jace stared at the room in front of him, ready to appear as a phantom and then strike out with his sword, he didn’t remember that naga carrying a weapon in his hand, and he dared to duel him with his bare hands?

So what if I’m a snake person, now that my tail is cut off it’s hard to let you haunt me to death.

By the way, she has claws ……

The waiting phantom did not appear, however, and a sudden burst of movement blasted him with a shudder.

Looking toward the door, the otherwise dark second-floor hallway was instantly illuminated by fire.

Naga laughed and laughed extremely wildly, and Jace realized that she was going to set the place on fire!

She herself has water magic to shield her body to escape, but Jace has absolutely no way of shielding himself, and when the time comes, this naga just needs to barricade the door ……

However the flames didn’t burn on the spot, the house was so damp that it probably didn’t ignite as well as an ordinary house.

Naga really quickly began the second casting of the spell, I do not know what kind of flame magic she is using, no matter what, the whole house has been filled with black smoke, if this goes on it will surely burn, in the end, even if it is not burned to death, it will be smoked to death ……

Jace identified the location of the banshee by the sound of the spell being chanted, and decisively rushed out the door stepping over the blood that littered the ground and heading straight for it.

Just as he entered the door, he saw Naga, whose back was turned this way, suddenly turn back, his face calm and terrifying.

Her hand was already manipulating a rusty harpoon she’d picked up somewhere, aiming at Jace, who’d just walked through the door, the black smoke from the flames burning around her making her look like a lava fire demon emerging from hell!

–Foaiket!

Jace’s incantation was recited with unparalleled standard and speed, and Naga’s throw was already underway, so he didn’t even react to counter it, his composure crumbling violently.

She let out a whimper and her whole body fell backward, unable to hold the harpoon even with four arms!

Naga cried and howled as he slammed into the wall behind him trying to escape but couldn’t anyway, the blood gushing out of his severed tail doused the few fires that had already flared up, and even more intense and foul-smelling smoke filled the entire house.

“Hiss …… Hiss!”

The banshee’s arms kept clawing at the wall behind her, and Jace gritted his teeth and forced himself to calm down, rushing up and already kicking her in the back, knocking the broken-tailed siren, who was already struggling to balance, to the ground. He stepped on the head of the siren and slashed at the back of the neck, but it didn’t break completely, the naga broke free from Jace by a strange force, and scurried towards the stairs with half of the neck attached to the head like a madman, crying out as she fled, but she could only barely make the strange sound of “click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click”.

Jace tried to give chase, but couldn’t move his feet as if they were lead, and a strong urge to vomit came over him.

This is fear …… intense fear.

From just now he had forced himself to ignore these horrific scenes, to ignore the negativity, in order to finally survive to fight this banshee at close range!

Yet by the time the naga, half broken and hanging with its skinned head attached, wiggled its mangled body through the flames and ran wildly down the stairs, crying out with all its might, Jace’s will was on the verge of breaking.

Is this the effect of a fear spell? Or is it real fear? Did that naga’s cry have a fear effect?

Or is there no difference at all between the two?

But Jace knew that the effects of the Shadow Protection Potion must have worn off.

No, he couldn’t let this naga go, or at least get out of here as soon as possible, seeing as the fire was already burning on the second floor.

Jace closed his eyes and rushed down the stairs, chasing the trail of blood that had been illuminated by the firelight all the way to the downstairs, where Naga was writhing frantically on the ground in an open space about fifty or sixty meters away, no, I should say Naga’s body was writhing.

Her head had been shaken off by the violent movement and was lolling in a sandy window not far away, a grimace set on her face.

Jace’s fingers loosened and the knife fell to the floor.

He walked over to a nearby slab and sat down, rubbing his face over and over, trying to regain his composure as quickly as possible.

Naga’s mutilated body lay not far away, still twitching uncontrollably, the outlines of its upturned muscles, its full chest, its smooth scales and mucus-laden skin glowing faintly in the moonlight, stained with blood.

Jace stared at the body, thinking only one thing – he couldn’t fight this hard once for nothing, he had to find a way to take something, he couldn’t just walk away because he was afraid of this naga’s body.

Fighting back the nausea and waiting for the body to stop moving, Jace walked over to Nadi and kicked the body with his foot, but he didn’t want Naga’s hand to grab his ankle directly!

Jace jumped straight up in fear and kicked frantically several times before finally getting away, breaking Naga’s arm.

This Naga seemed to be just a small siren of low status, with no jewelry, much less a staff or anything like that, just a bare body with only a string of beads on the top of his head.

“Beads on a string ……” Jace chimed in trying to get closer to the head, however the head was staring at Jace intently.

Was it staring at itself, or did it happen to look this way when it died?

Jace stepped slightly to the side and realized that the eye had followed suit and turned this way.

He cursed, rubbed his face, and looked over again, still staring at himself.

Not a hallucination at all.

“Why don’t you just die? Can’t you die completely?”

After thinking about it for half a day he suddenly remembered that he didn’t come alone ah.

“Saeuno, get out of there.”

It was then that the Kid emerged from the bag and looked out.

“It’s scary, master, what is this thing ……”

“So you know about fear, too?”

“If master is not afraid, I am not afraid!” The little ghost jumped out of the bag and asked, “What does master want with me?”

“Here.” Jace picked up the knife and tossed it to him, saying, “Cut off the fins and get that string of beads off for me.”

“Obey!” The Kid hauled the knife up with all his strength and headed for Naga’s head, and halfway there, Naga’s eyes suddenly fixed on him.

“How is she still alive?!” Saeuno muttered, stopping dead in his tracks.

“Why are you more of a wimp than I am?”

Jace took a couple sharp breaths, spit twice into his hand, puffed out his chest and walked over to snatch the knife up and slashed it into Naga’s head with his eyes closed and boom!

The knife slashed in but didn’t split the head open, but the magical light in Naga’s eyes finally dimmed.

One man and one demon are much more relaxed.

From the top of the head, the string of jewels seemed like it could have just been taken off without having to cut anything off.

Jace stared into Naga’s eyes and took the string of beads off a little bit, this time Naga didn’t move any more, she was truly dead.

It’s just a shame that Griddle didn’t get to witness the scene, or it could have been too strong.

No, Jace thought to himself, he must bring something back with him that will prove he killed a naga, and that string of pearls will never be enough.

That head, he really didn’t want to move it again, much less bring it back whole.

Why don’t you just get some scales.

By the way, aren’t the scales of Naga, can they be used as medicine?

“Salerno.” Jace said, “Time to get to work.”