Chapter22-The Spellbeast Queen is My Pet?

Boom!

Thunder descended from the sky, carrying the mighty power of the heavens!

The dozen knights struck by the tree-thick bolts of lightning all showed expressions of horror.

The magical artifacts they activated and the defensive spells they cast instantly shattered under the onslaught of the lightning, turning to dust in a moment without a trace.

The lightning then struck their bodies with unstoppable force, causing their hair to stand on end and their skin to tingle.

The excruciating pain of their bodies being torn apart drove them to madness, making them scream in agony!

But these screams didn't last long.

Their bodies were soon reduced to charcoal, falling powerlessly to the ground, shattering into black ash.

The wind blew, mixing the ash with the yellow sand, as if they had never existed.

Owen watched this scene with great satisfaction.

Even though there were gold-tier mages among the knights, they were still nothing in the face of the Order of Thunder!

And this was just his most basic understanding and use of the Order of Thunder, relying solely on the raw power of the lightning.

If he could master it completely, the Order of Thunder would be ten times more terrifying!

Thinking of this, Owen felt even more anticipation for the Order of Thunder Usage Skill.

Not far away, Lyra was already in a state of shock.

She had forgotten the pain and fatigue in her body, her eyes fixed on the scene of the lightning falling and annihilating everything.

A dozen Kyrik knights, reduced to ashes with a mere gesture—something she had never even dared to imagine!

"You...who exactly are you?!"

Bada, who had been struck into a blackened statue, looked at Owen in terror.

Seeing the lightning crackling around Owen, he retreated in fear, his body trembling and shaking off the thick layer of charred skin.

How could this seemingly ordinary guy, with such a tier, command such terrifying lightning?!

Even with his full defense, he had almost been obliterated.

And he was a powerful gold-tier level 5 mage!

The next moment, Bada, filled with terror, felt the mana in his body surge.

He suddenly turned and fled at his fastest speed!

Yes, he chose to run away!

Owen's power was too terrifying.

The lightning strike not only injured him but also shattered his pride and courage.

Owen's figure was like a nightmare, deeply engraved in his soul!

At this moment, he had only one thought: to escape and report back about Owen protecting the remnants of the snakefolk!

In his daze, he had a premonition that the High Priest's prophecy might indeed come true.

Not a single snakefolk could be spared, and this guy who controlled the lightning must also be killed as soon as possible!

"Did I say you could leave?"

Seeing Bada decisively turn to flee, already dozens of meters away in an instant, Owen's expression turned cold.

He flipped his hand and gripped the Godslayer Sword tightly, infusing it with elements.

A crescent-shaped sword aura suddenly flew out, seemingly crossing time and space, appearing mysteriously behind Bada.

As Bada, activating his escape skill, saw he had put a great distance between himself and Owen, he was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when he suddenly felt a chill on his back.

Immediately, his back armor split open, and his flesh felt as if it was being cut by some sharp aura.

Bada was horrified and turned his head abruptly, only to see Owen holding a dark golden greatsword, slashing out a man-sized sword aura, which had already closed in behind him.

Even before the sword aura reached him, the sharp intent caused him deep, bone-chilling pain.

"This is... the Godslayer Staff! You are Owen! You are that Owen!"

At this moment, besides the hair-raising death crisis flooding his heart, some recent news flashed through his mind like a lantern, making his face even more shocked.

According to intelligence, Owen had obtained the legendary Godslayer Staff.

However, his tier was supposed to be just bronze-tier level 9!

But now, his level had actually reached silver-tier level 7!

This breakthrough speed was simply astonishing.

Moreover, the power he was displaying made Bada's heart turn cold.

He, a dignified gold-tier level 5 mage, could only flee in panic before Owen!

The next moment, the sword aura closed in, and the pain in his torn back intensified.

Even though Bada activated a secret technique, turning his whole body blood-red, the sword aura was faster, making it impossible to avoid!

"Owen! Lord Alfonso of Kyrik is on his way. If I die, he will not spare you!"

Facing imminent death and with no other options, Bada could only shout out in terror.

Owen sneered disdainfully.

He knew Alfonso and acknowledged him as a powerful prodigy.

But so what?

Slash!

The sword aura tore through the air, and before Bada could continue his threats, his body was ripped into two halves.

Blood splattered down.

The remaining sword aura continued to spread through his severed flesh, grinding him into fragments and scattering them across the ground.

Gold-tier level 5 Bada was dead!

"Cough, cough~"

At that moment, Lyra, already exhausted and nearly drained of blood, coughed dryly, blood spurting from her mouth.

Her lips were as pale as could be.

Hearing the sound, Owen rushed to Lyra's side.

Lyra lay weakly on the blood-soaked sand, her breath feeble to the extreme.

Her swollen belly wriggled, and a fist-sized egg, stained with blood, emerged from beneath her.

Her already weak body, having given birth to this snake egg, seemed to collapse entirely, as if her bones had been extracted, leaving her limp on the ground.

Seeing this, Owen knew she was at the end of her strength.

Her exquisitely beautiful face, stained with blood, looked even more sorrowful and desolate.

Owen quickly activated the Basic Healing Skill, trying to heal her injuries.

However, Lyra was like a candle flickering in the wind, a lamp in the rain.

The speed of her recovery couldn't stop the drain of her life.

"Benefactor, don't waste your energy on me. I know my own body," Lyra said.

Her nearly closed eyes suddenly brightened slightly when she saw the snake egg beside her, a brief surge of energy returning to her.

"The kindness of my benefactor, Lyra cannot repay, nor do I have the face to ask for more. But after my death, there will be no one to care for my child. The child is innocent. I only beg the benefactor to raise her."

As she pleaded, she endured the pain and exhaustion, bowing her head to Owen.

After three bows, Lyra's body stiffened completely, her blood and energy dissipating.

The snake egg, not yet hatched, seemed to sense its mother's death, trembling slightly before falling still.

Owen sighed, picking up the snake egg from the sand, his expression complicated.

"The kingdom will fall to the snakefolk."

Kyrik was eventually destroyed by the snakefolk.

And that snakefolk was not the red-eyed girl before him, but the unhatched snake egg in his hand, the future spellbeast queen!

One beast rises, and all beasts submit!

Kyrik slaughtered over ten thousand snakefolk, never imagining that the snakefolk destined to destroy their kingdom had not yet been truly born.

Weighing the fist-sized snake egg in his hand, Owen realized that he had preemptively secured the future spellbeast queen, who would stir up immense chaos.

However, he didn't have the means to hatch her yet and would need to wait for the right opportunity.

[+4000 fate points]

The system's voice sounded.

Owen was taken aback and then widened his eyes.

4000 fate points?!

Such a large reward all at once!

No wonder she is the future spellbeast queen!

Owen, excited, quickly opened the Fate Store and began shopping!

Order of Fire, 600 fate points, purchased!

In an instant, alongside the raging thunder within him, a scorching, turbulent magma-like aura surged through Owen's body!

It felt as if there was a ball of fire in his chest, heating the air with each breath until it became distorted.

Then, he bought the Order of Fire Usage Skill, Order of Thunder Usage Skill, and Order Fusion Spell all at once!

In no time, the 4000 fate points he had just received were completely spent, leaving him with 1850 fate points remaining.

However, the benefits were enormous.

In his mind, scenes of thunder and fire began to emerge.

From weak lightning and small sparks, they gradually grew complex and magnificent, transforming into various forms.

After experiencing extreme complexity and grandeur, they returned to simplicity and purity.