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Dorothy: "..."

Feeling a bit uneasy, Home Martial Soul was stared at by Alice's shining eyes.

"Ah, this... Could it be that my disguise has been exposed? Impossible, right? How could Alice, this weakling, possibly see through me?"

Dorothy thought to herself with some uncertainty.

Being such a cautious person, she certainly wouldn't use such a shoddy disguise like the two buffoons in front of her; her disguise was flawless.

Unlike her half-witch's real body, this Martial Soul Incarnation, both in size and strength, was more like a pure-blooded Dragon Witch, except for the battle-worn and tattered appearance which was a bit conspicuous.

But this wasn't a big issue; a bit of makeup would do the job. Just before running out of her mother's office, Dorothy had quickly cast a witch's Makeup Art on herself, now her scales were polished and waxed, smooth and bright, and even the dragon horn that had been broken on her head was repaired, making her look like a pure-blooded Dragon Witch.

Horns on her head and a tail on her back—these were traits many pure-blooded Dragon Witches had, not too conspicuous. Plus, she had also slightly adjusted the shape of her dragon horns and tail; it should have been foolproof by all accounts.

However, Alice's reaction now made her feel like her cover might have been blown.

But then again, so what if it has? It's not a big deal. She didn't plan to hide for long anyway; her current failure to reveal her identity was merely to play a prank.

Right, I didn't have magic power before, and I had to be compliant during our duel, but now that magic power costs nothing, I'm sure to strike hard.

The corner of her mouth under the Home Martial Soul mask twisted.

Heh, I've been a weakling with tens of thousands of magic power long enough; now, I'm going to take on ten.

Well, not ten, just two I can handle.

"Then the two of you come at me together."

Dorothy said, taking the heavy equipment box from her back and reaching into it while speaking to Alice and Madeline in front of her.

Alice and Madeline had no objections to this.

The little witch, with a mischievous smile, readily agreed. Having Werewolf Witch blood in her, she had already sniffed out the familiar scent she had etched into her soul from the other person; naturally, she would not oppose.

And the Succubus Witch did not sense anything unusual, yet she didn't think her opponent wanting to fight them both was arrogant or disrespectful. After all, this was a Grand Inquisitor; anyone who could become a Grand Inquisitor must be a big shot. The fact that a big shot was willing to give pointers to two newbies like them was already quite good, there was no room for pickiness.

Immediately, both witches went into battle-ready mode.

Alice held the long-spear-shaped magic wand in both hands, crouching down, making a pre-emptive thrusting pose—it seemed she had adopted a new combat style reminiscent of a spearman, which left Dorothy somewhat speechless.

My silly sister, not everyone can be a spearman; this is not something you simply learn.

On Madeline's side, she held a Longsword Staff in one hand and an Alchemical Tower Shield in the other, true to her alias "Paladin"—the typical Paladin style.

That disguise wasn't bad; after all, who would guess that beneath that Paladin's armor hid a Succubus Witch?

But to this, Dorothy was entirely indifferent; she just slowly pulled out the enormous cannon from the equipment box.

So, when the Magic Dragon Destruction Cannon, over ten meters long, was entirely revealed, the two witches opposite her were stunned on the spot.

"Ah, isn't this a bit too exaggerated?"

Alice's mouth gaped open as she started to sweat.

"I'll defend and distract her later, Little Bun; you'll be on the offense. With such a huge and heavy artillery staff, she's bound to be slow and not very agile. I will create an opportunity for you to get in close."

Madeline furrowed her brows but remained calm as she began to plan their tactics.

Alice: "..."

Close combat? My dear Club President, are you sure you want me to get close?

The little witch's forehead was sweatier than before. If she hadn't misidentified the person, wouldn't going in close be akin to delivering oneself to death? Are you sure you want me to get close to a Martial God?

"Paladin sister, I think we need to think on this at length."

Alice really wanted to explain and persuade the Club President to change tactics, but the duel countdown timer above their heads had already started, and there was no time left for explanations.

Soon, as the countdown reached zero and disappeared, the ringing of a bell announced the beginning of the duel.

Almost the instant the duel began, Madeline had already thrust her tower shield forward, pouring her formidable magic power into it, and a huge, illusory Holy Light Shield had materialized in front of both of them.

Nine-Ring High-Level Magic Spell. Light's Protection.

As newly promoted reserves with an Iron Medal, they had only ten spell slots: two for High-Level Magic Spells, four for Mid-Level Magic Spells, and four for Low-Level Magic Spells.

Light's Protection, one of the strongest defensive magic spells in the High-Level category, was one of the two High-Level Magic Spells Madeline had chosen.

However, the smile on Dorothy's face only grew brighter in the face of such advanced defensive magic.

"Not a bad reaction," she said.

Her unoccupied hand gave a thumbs-up to the opposing side, then the scarlet magic runes on her heavy cannon began to light up, one by one, as the multiple barrels within the fierce dragon's mouth started to rotate.

Magic Spell Loading: One-Ring Fireball Technique.

As for the number of successive shots, let's start with a 100-round burst to test the waters.

That's what the Home Martial Soul was thinking internally before entering the command.

And so, the next moment, amidst the rapid chatter of the gun barrels firing, layers of miniature magic arrays unfolded at the muzzle, followed by a rain of fire from above.

A hundred fireballs erupted continuously in less than five seconds, each one a mere One-Ring spell, yet they collectively achieved the effect of the Mid-Level Six-Ring Magic Spell. Meteor Fire Rain.

This was one of the only two unique features of the Magic Dragon Destruction Cannon: Spell Echo.

The effect was to automatically and rapidly repeat the cast spell, although this echo only worked with Low-Level Magic Spells, but that was enough.

After all, even among Low-Level Magic, there is disparity; others' fireball techniques produce orange-red flames, but the core of Dorothy's fireballs retained a hint of purple, with the rest being colorless flames, difficult for the naked eye to see, with just the unnaturally twisted air around the fireballs visible due to the terrifying high temperature.

The Fireball Technique, although only a One-Ring spell in difficulty to learn, is nonetheless a classic offensive spell with maxed-out destructive potential, making its power rather extraordinary. A single fireball could even approach the impact of an average Mid-Level Magic Spell, making it one of the most cost-effective spells in terms of power versus consumption. It's suitable for all ages, beloved by little witches just starting to learn spells, as well as by Sages at the pinnacle of magic.

The Fireball Spell Sect, lasting on the Magic Network, constantly sees its members—the big shots—researching how to unleash the fireball's power more efficiently.

As for the classic spell's only drawback, it's probably the fact that it can only be cast one at a time, with a slow firing and flight speed, making it easy to miss targets.

Therefore, this spell is easy to learn but hard to master. But once one masters the technique of instant casting and advances their Magic Control precision to a certain level, the Fireball Technique becomes one of the most perfect offensive spells.

The Grand Archbishop of the Fireball Sect, a Flame Demon Witch Sage, once performed the miracle of slaying a deity with five fireballs—a video that to this day still serves as the sect's promotional material.

Dorothy admitted to herself she was still some distance from the realm of that Grand Archbishop Sage. The position of her alternate account lurking within the Fireball Sect was merely that of a Bishop, so...

"Farewell then," she said.

The cooling valves on the Home Martial Soul's Magic Dragon Destruction Cannon opened, releasing a hissing sound as the scorching hot air was expelled. Explore stories at My Virtual Library Empire

Beneath her clown mask, her smile was radiant as she waved goodbye to the other side before the continuous roar of the cannon engulfed the entire arena.

"Ah, indeed, there's nothing more exhilarating than being a big shot with plenty of magic power—who would engage in close combat with you?" said Dorothy.

Without even glancing at the explosions on the other side, she started to stow the massive cannon back into her equipment box, ready to walk away after showing off.

However...

"Divine Spear Gungnir," said a crisp voice, that of a Little Lolita, from behind her.

Then came a gleam of cold light, followed swiftly by the spear that soared like a dragon.

...Little witch backstab in progress...