Otaku Witch

"Isn't this a bit of an exaggeration?"

Although Dorothy knew that her own mother, being a Peak Martial God, would definitely have an extraordinary Martial Soul, she was still dumbstruck by the sight of the enormous Dragon Serpent Martial Soul that now coiled around the entire Great Colosseum.

Could a Martial Soul have forms other than human? And wasn't this just too large? How much magic power would it burn to fully manifest this size?

A homebody witch, so used to being resource-poor, felt her lack of magic was limiting her imagination.

Regarding her embarrassing appearance, Hat Senior Sister scoffed.

"Dorothy, lose that ignorant expression. This is just the tip of the iceberg. You don't think this is the full extent of your mother's Martial Soul, do you?"

"Teacher Euphilia, as the member of your family closest to your ancestor in tens of thousands of years, is not joking about her strength. Although her rank is only peak, that's only because she specializes in combat magic. She hasn't studied the other eight systems in depth, so her knowledge is insufficient to become a sage—yet.

But in terms of combat power, she definitely possesses Sage Level strength, even among the strongest of Sages."

"Your Yemengade lineage's Dragon Witches are famous for their Dragon Transformation Technique and Combat Magic System. Your ancestor primarily used the Dragon Transformation Technique with Combat Magic as a secondary skill.

Your mother chose the opposite, integrating Dragon Transformation Technique into the transformations of her Martial Soul within the Combat Magic System, and thus she gained both human and dragon forms of her Martial Soul."

"This is her Martial Soul's dragon form. The size you see now is already toned down. If she were to release her Martial Soul completely, its size would not be much smaller than your ancestor. You wonder how she got the title of 'World-Destroying Dragon Queen'? That title heralds the destruction of the world."

"Speaking of which, wasn't your Yemengade lineage famous for having great strength, thick skin, and plentiful magic power? How come it has deteriorated so much in your generation?"

Dorothy: "...."

Darn, what does the innate talent of you pureblood witches have to do with me, a mixed-blood half-witch? Am I supposed to have chosen to have inferior magic talent? It's not like I want it this way; I was born like this. What can I do?

The homebody witch looked up at the sky, not wanting to say anything more.

But then again, it turns out that her family's ancestral secret techniques are combat magic and dragon transformation. No wonder the magic school system that has felt the most natural to her, besides boxing, was the Transformation System. Her skill in the Monkey Wine Transformation with three heads and six arms was incredibly slick.

Even though Hat Senior Sister probably wasn't lying and her own mother likely had unleashed her full power already, the terrifying pressure was still something that witch students, who hadn't even become Great Witches yet, could not easily withstand.

Not to mention that this pressure was continuously growing.

Initially, that huge Dragon Serpent Martial Soul was just a ghostly apparition visible only to the Martial God, but in the next instant, the apparition gradually solidified, turning into a vague image visible even to ordinary witches. This was also what changed the expressions of Audrey and Senior Mia beside Dorothy.

Of course, the pressure that Dorothy and the others in the spectator's seat were experiencing was already just the aftershock. At this moment, the one facing the greatest pressure was surely the Succubus Witch directly confronting Euphilia.

Often, those who walk the same path understand best how to defeat their own kind. For a higher-ranked individual to oppress a lower-ranked one on the same path is ridiculously easy, and thus, the Martial God's oppressive force seemed exceptionally boosted when directed at a Martial Saint.

At this moment, the pressure that Dorothy felt from her Fairy King Martial Soul was at least three times heavier than what her own body was experiencing.

And if she, an outsider affected by this residual pressure, found it uncomfortable, one could only wonder how the Succubus Witch, who was currently facing the source of this pressure directly, was feeling. The homebody witch couldn't even dare to imagine it.

Tsk, no wonder Hat Senior Sister earlier remarked that it was impressive for Madeline to last even a second. Assessing one's foundation through Martial Souls was far more brutal and direct than through combat skills.

Meanwhile, in the arena, facing the oppressive power of the World-Exterminating Magic Dragon, which would cause even ordinary worlds to tremble in fear, Madeline's pupils constricted as her heart wavered greatly.

Is this the strength of a Martial God, above a Martial Saint?

Madeline wistfully thought.

But no sooner had this thought arisen than it was squashed by the Succubus Witch.

What a joke, she had seen ordinary Martial Gods before. Her mother, well-connected in the Demon Realm, had hosted some Martial Gods among the Demon Witches who had occasionally coached her. But none of those aunties had ever been this extraordinary.

Is this the disparity between Martial Gods? And could the gap between gods be infinitely larger than that between a god and a mortal?

In this moment, Madeline had no doubts that the Dragon Queen before her could defeat ten of those aunties who had once coached her with just one hand. They simply couldn't be considered at the same level.

But how did that matter? A true Martial God should be just like that, I must also reach or even surpass that level in the future.

Some people, when faced with pressure and disparity, know difficulties and retreat, or even become desperate, but there are also those who face pressure with more courage, their fighting spirit soaring.

Madeline was clearly such a person.

Just the fact that this Dragon Queen was already so formidable, then what kind of presence would the Dragon King, whom I had admired and respected since childhood, have?

Thinking of this, the Succubus Witch couldn't help but become excited, her originally stern and rigid face began to flush, her pale smooth cheeks turned rosy and enticing, her breathing grew rapid, and her fit body slightly trembled. Enjoy new tales from empire

It might look somewhat affected, but with succubi, when emotions run high, the body's natural reaction is just like this.

Although highly emotional, Madeline didn't move; she just widened her eyes, those originally icy phoenix eyes now softened into pools of spring water, appearing affectionate and charming.

However, behind her, the Holy Light-enshrouded flawless Holy Knight Martial Soul suddenly drew its sword with a clang and charged fearlessly towards the boss-level Magic Dragon like the protagonist in a knight's novel.

Unfortunately, facing such a feeble knight's charge, the Magic Dragon was unmoved; it was as if she hadn't even noticed this "brave" reptile, standing there like a statue, making no response whatsoever.

In fact, she really didn't need to react, because a minuscule reptile is hard pressed to withstand the Divine Realm where the Deities reside.

The majesty of the divine must not be violated; those who do were merely courting destruction.

Therefore, even though the Holy Knight was brave, her charge could only end midway.

When she drew her sword, a crack had already appeared on her faceplate, and with the first step of her charge, the crack began to rapidly expand.

As the charge continued, and the Holy Knight got closer to the Magic Dragon, first the faceplate shattered revealing the succubus's face beneath, then the armor on her body started to disintegrate piece by piece, followed by her sword, which even without a drop of Magic Dragon's blood on it inexplicably corroded and rusted until only the hilt remained.

But the unarmored, unsworded knight continued her relentless advance, holding high the sword hilt.

Then "Divine Punishment" descended directly upon her; during the charge, the knight staggered, almost falling, she looked down and saw her left leg couldn't withstand the pressure anymore and had fractured.

The staggering knight continued to limp forward, and then came a crisp crack from her right leg.

The knight, now bereft of support, eventually fell.

Even though she wanted to keep crawling, the bones in her body couldn't endure the pressure of divine power and snapped one by one, the crisp breaking sounds echoing continuously.

In the end, even though the knight was filled with resentment and unwillingness, she had no choice but to admit, perhaps this was her limit.

Just when...

The dimly fading knight was about to close her eyes, yet due to a sudden presence entering her sightline, her eyes widened once more.

It was a pair of legs, covered in scales, resembling both human feet and dragon claws, quite peculiar.

And those legs did not stop because of her downfall but instead moved forward with large strides.

So, as the owner of the legs advanced once again, the dying knight finally saw the back of the leg's owner clearly.

It was a back she recognized very well.

"Miss?"

Looking at that familiar half-dragon, half-human Martial Soul, Madeline was astonished, but soon lost consciousness.

.....The Succubus Witch fainted.....