Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem - Chapter 1555 Fight of the Elemental Masters
Chapter 1555 Fight of the Elemental Masters
Quinlan’s wind hit Morgana’s fire and the collision turned the air between them into a screaming wall of superheated pressure that scattered the nearby soul soldiers.
The shockwave blew out in a ring, flattening everything within thirty meters and leaving the ground cracked and smoking.
Morgana pressed through it.
Her wind caught Quinlan’s current and redirected it, turning his own element back at him in a spiraling vortex that ripped the stone fragments from his orbit and flung them wide. The fire in her left hand compressed into a beam so concentrated it cut a molten trench through the earth as she swept it across his position.
Quinlan dropped beneath it. The ground swallowed him to the waist as he pulled the earth apart under his own feet, then erupted upward on a pillar of stone that launched him fifteen meters into the air and out of the trench’s path. At the apex, he spread both hands and lightning arced from his fingertips in a web that covered a twenty-meter radius, every bolt converging on Morgana’s position.
She answered with ice.
A dome of frozen air crystallized around her in the time it took the lightning to cross the distance, and the bolts shattered against it in a spray of blue-white sparks that left fracture patterns across the surface. The dome held for a full second before Morgana blew it apart from the inside with a pulse of wind that sent razor-sharp shards hurtling outward in every direction.
Quinlan threw up an earth wall. The shards punched through half of it and he rolled sideways as the rest whistled past his head, close enough to draw a line of blood across his cheek.
He landed in a crouch and the ground answered him again. Stone rose in layered sheets, building a barricade between them while magma bubbled up from the cracks in the earth at his feet and spread outward in a molten tide aimed at Morgana’s landing spot.
She didn’t land.
The wind kept her aloft, cycling beneath her feet in a platform of compressed air that adjusted to her movements faster than thought. She looked down at the magma spreading across the field and her irises cycled through three colors in rapid succession as she read his mana output.
“Magma,” she breathed. “You can manipulate magma.”
Her pupils blew wide.
“All seven.” Her voice climbed and the mana cycling through her irises spun faster, colors bleeding into each other. “You have mastered all seven elements. It took me hundreds of years to get to where you are.”
She laughed.
The sound was high and wild and completely wrong for a battlefield where hundreds of soldiers were dying around them. Morgana Ravenshade, Queen of the Vraven Kingdom, was laughing like a woman who had just been handed the answer to a question she’d spent her entire life asking.
“Three months ago you couldn’t survive a single spell without running to your assassin. Now you are standing in front of me, trading elemental volleys, defending against [Infernal Gale] on raw output alone.” She raised one hand and water condensed from the air around her in a sheet that dropped onto the magma field and hardened it into steaming black rock. “What happened to you in three months that took me centuries?”
Her hands were shaking from sheer excitement.
“You are the single greatest anomaly I have ever encountered,” she said, and the words came out reverent.
Quinlan looked at her like she’d lost her mind.
“If something takes you centuries but someone else does it in mere months, there might be some problems no? Have you ever considered that this might just be a skill issue?”
Morgana blinked. The cycling elements in her irises stuttered.
“A what?”
He flipped her off.
“A skill issue. You’re a born loser, Morgana.” He said it with a little too much enjoyment. “A loser in life, a loser as a mother, a loser in magic. Five hundred years and you peaked at the same ceiling other Elemental Sovereigns hit in the past. You didn’t break through anything. You just got there a tiny bit faster than the other weak links and now you think you are a hot shot.”
Morgana’s head tilted back and she laughed again. Louder this time, longer, the sound tearing out of her chest with a wildness that made the royal guards behind her exchange glances.
“You’re right,” she said. “You are absolutely right. I have been stuck at this ceiling for decades, circling the same walls, running the same experiments, and every single one of them has led nowhere.” The laughter died but the smile stayed, wide and bright and unhinged. “And then you appeared. You are the answer, Quinlan Elysiar. The only path forward I have ever found, and I will take you apart piece by piece until I understand how you work.”
“He would have helped you!”
Felicity’s voice carried across the battlefield from the Fujimori flank, sharp with fury. She didn’t stop fighting as she screamed it, a null field pulsing from her while her eyes burned toward the woman standing on the scorched field.
“He’s that kind of person! If you had just asked him, just once, like a normal human being instead of trying to kidnap him and cut him open, he would have sat down with you!”
Morgana didn’t look at her.
“You deserve everything that’s coming to you,” Felicity spat. “I hope you rot.”
“Felicity!” Feng’s voice cut through the chaos as the Null Mage began losing her concentration. “I know your mother is a major bitch and all but if I die because of you then I will have to spank you!”
“Hie!” Felicity, hearing her friend’s voice, yelped and realized that she might have made a mistake. “Sorry guys, I lost concentration for a moment!”
Through it all, Morgana still hadn’t looked away from Quinlan.
Quinlan hurled a lance of ice at her head.
Morgana batted it aside with a backhand of wind and barely paused. “And you switch between them instantly! No cooldown, no transition, seven elements rotating on demand.” Her voice was climbing again. “How? What did you do to yourself?”
“You truly are the worst mother in existence, huh?” Quinlan said, already building another earth dome around himself as her hands came up again.
“[Voltaic Tempest]!”
Lightning and wind fused into a howling cyclone of electrical discharge that descended on his position from above. The earth dome cracked under the first pulse and Quinlan reinforced it from the inside, pouring mana into the stone, but the spell ground through his defense layer by layer. Each rotation of the cyclone peeled another sheet of stone away and the lightning pierced deeper through the gaps, arcing through the dust and debris.
He burst out the side before the dome collapsed entirely. Fire erupted from his right hand in a concentrated stream aimed at Morgana’s wind platform while his left pulled a column of earth from the ground and hurled it at her from the opposite angle, forcing her to split her attention.
She split it without difficulty.
Wind deflected the fire. A beam of lightning punched through the stone column mid-flight and it exploded into gravel. Her stance hadn’t shifted.
The gap between a Level 74 dedicated mage and Quinlan’s jack-of-all-trades level 50s build was enormous when one only looked at the magic output. His creativity and versatility kept him alive, but she was countering his next move while he was still finishing the current one.
She knew it too. And she was grinning.
“Yes! Compensate! Adapt!” Morgana descended toward the ruined field, the wind platform lowering her through the haze of dust and ash. Her eyes were too wide. “You use every element differently. You rotate between them the way I rotate between spells. No one does that. No one on this continent has ever done that.”
She landed softly, in a controlled, graceful manner.
As soon as her feet touched the scorched earth, the seven elements began cycling in her irises and settled into two. Fire and lightning. She held them raw in her hands, letting the energy build without shaping it into a spell.
“But you’re slowing down.” She stepped toward him. “I can see it. Your output is dropping with every exchange and you know it, and you’re still standing here fighting me instead of running.”
