Captured a wild lolita

"In the legendary game," spoke Yann wistfully, "there's the mage's firewall." The layers of blue flame walls around him evoked memories of a classic game from a bygone era.

As the mage ran, he continuously conjured a firewall that persisted for a duration, causing harm to any units passing through. It was indeed a splendid method for monster farming! For instance, when besieged by countless hordes of beasts in the Orc Tomb, though the beasts' levels weren't high, their sheer numbers were overwhelming. At such times, as long as the mage cast the firewall and circled around the map, it wouldn't take long to amass heaps of experience points.

"My resistance to fire attributes is quite substantial!" Yann disregarded these firewalls and directly seized his half-sword, charging towards the cloaked figure.

The armor Yann forged was impervious to the scorching flames, or rather, few flames could scathe the armor, even if it were fashioned by ordinary hands. For the armor itself was forged in flames.

However, the firewall targeted not the armor but the individual within. While metal could withstand high temperatures, humans could not endure such heat!

Yet Yann was different; his body felt naught, akin to a lump of mucus, impervious to crushing or breaking, unyielding to blows!

As long as he wasn't incinerated into ashes, all was well!

However, Yann had underestimated, repeatedly, the cloaked figure; the cloaked figure's stratagems were ceaseless.

"Explosion!" The cloaked figure raised their arm, adorned with a long black leather glove extending to the elbow, and snapped their fingers.

"Hmm!" A sudden surge of magical ripples emanated from all sides, stirring unease in Yann's heart.

"Boom!" Blue spikes erupted from within!

Suddenly, the blue walls of flame detonated, connected by the blue spikes.

The explosion's shockwave shattered every branch and leaf within a fifty-meter radius, snapping some thick trunks in twain.

At the epicenter of the explosion lay a gaping crater, three meters deep.

And alas, Yann found himself right at the heart of the explosion, bearing the brunt of its force.

"It's over." The cloaked figure drew a deep breath, somewhat elated.

Moments ago, in the skirmish with the undead warrior, well, the undead warrior and the mage, it never occurred to him that the undead beneath the ebon armor would excel not only in close combat but also in dark magic.

Now devoid of any magic within, and without magic, a mage could not manipulate the surrounding magical elements. At this juncture, even an ordinary adult could defeat him, exhausted as he was.

"If only he had persisted a bit longer, perhaps I, devoid of magic, would have met my demise." The cloaked figure, with a hint of self-deprecation, removed their hat, revealing a breathtaking visage.

Indeed, it was a breathtaking countenance. Beneath the cloaked figure's black robe was, unexpectedly, a maiden! And not just any maiden, but a loli!

Following the explosion, a gentle breeze wafted through the forest, lightly tousling her azure locks. Beneath the cerulean tresses were brows as picturesque as smoke and mist, crystalline eyes like sapphires, and lips faintly tinged with a pale hue—white yet not desiccated, slender yet not gaunt.

At the sight of this countenance, one couldn't help but conjure the most resplendent shade of blue in their mind.

Below her smooth, tender neck, comparable to Niya's, lay the black robe, concealing her figure from view.

Yet even so, one could imagine the grace concealed beneath the robe.

Blue was her hue, her epitome. None could depict the color blue more accurately and perfectly than her. Even a color-blind individual, upon beholding her, would envision the true essence of the color blue. This transcended the realm of visual acuity; it was an innate aura.

But speaking frankly, this girl, or rather, this loli, was perhaps too captivating!

"Now, let's replenish my magic. Later, I'll snatch Niya from the soldiers and report to Master." The blue-haired loli retrieved a bottle of expensive magic potion, prepared to drink it and meditate to restore her magic. This way, it would be easier to snatch Niya from the soldiers.

And the girl's master, without a doubt, was Novgorod. However, Novgorod's current predicament seemed rather precarious.

Unnoticed by the loli, within the explosion crater, a sinister shadow swiftly wriggled, inching closer towards her!

Nearly meeting his demise! Yann cautiously crawled towards the loli, recalling the events that had just transpired.

Had it not been for his mastery in crafting magic arrays, inscribing one defensive spell after another onto his equipment, coupled with his exceptional vitality, he would surely have been reduced to cinders.

Yet even so, Yann's body bore the scars of the explosion. For any other creature subjected to such grievous injuries, survival would be nigh impossible. But with disgustingly resilient talent, Yann's repugnant gift spared him from certain death.

Hush~ Behold what I've discovered! Here lies a lone damsel, ripe for our pursuit, albeit not an easy prey. Let us approach her stealthily from the sidelines, ensuring utmost silence!

Suddenly, Yann made his move!

His ebony tendrils seized the maiden lost in reverie, ensnaring her sleek, flowing locks.

Without ado, Yann ruthlessly ripped off her ebony robe, revealing a diminutive figure clad in a black maid's attire, or rather, a gothic lolita dress!

The grimy tendrils tugged at the black lace edges, tightening around the lustrous-hued stockings, with some particularly unruly tendrils daring to venture into the garments, eager to explore the smoothness of her waif-like frame.

However, mindful of societal harmony and the chaste nature of this narrative, Yann resolved to abandon further actions!

"Ah~" Yet despite this, the damsel couldn't suppress the whimpering sound provoked by Yann's tendrils in her throat.

"Hey, I've caught a damsel here, she's putting up quite a struggle! Let's tear off her attire; certain parts are prime for indulgence. Her [~~beep~~] content surpasses that of mature women sixfold. Of course, if time permits, we might [~~beep~~] first, enhancing the flavor." The tendrils entwined around the damsel's form, exposing the foulness of his thoughts through his words.

"No!~~" The damsel's limbs were tightly bound by the tendrils, rendering her powerless, even her legs entwined and immobilized.