Dominatrix System

Chapter 185

The world around me lit up with Mana, and a variety of spells started to shoot off. Ice started to shoot, and the white storm around me turned the white world into a storm with me in the center. I could not stand in the middle of it, and I moved with Ice shields too weak to stop me as the B ranker brought up a powerful spell and tried to do something significant.

I blasted through the shields, and my whip went out into the ranks of those shield warriors in the unit protecting the wizards behind them. My whip lashed against their shields and easily cut through even as I launched myself towards the fat Wizard with a grimace on his face.

I ignored the kills I got as I found myself before the still wizard and launched an attack bringing back up my bloody whip coated in his recent subordinates. The Wizard stood there, something gathering when my instincts flared hard yet again. My whip was coming up, and I felt that cold mana was coming from somewhere else. Still, at this point, there was nothing I could do. I was in the air, and my whip was already moving. Momentum was a thing, and my mind was spinning as I covered myself in energy, trying to defend myself just as my whip touched the fat man standing there, uselessly gathering mana.

As soon as my whip touched the fat wizard, the world blacked out for a moment. Cold blasted my body, and I felt my body slow down as I was shot away. My body hit something else and hit another thing as my body scraped the ground. My body flipped a couple of times, and the roar of the dead go loader. The taste of blood entered my mouth, and I coughed more blood from my mouth as my eyes struggled to open for a moment before my energy circulated again. I leaped back up to my feet as pain tore through my head, but I looked at my surroundings. I was surrounded by the dead, and the Necromancer was covering me.

My body was cut and scraped up, and I dodged another icicle aimed at me. Coughing more, I found that severe damage had been done to me and realized my mistake. The Wizard replaced himself with a giant ice mana bomb. If I had kept my distance from him and hit it with my whip, I would have been fine, but I closed the distance to reduce his reaction time. He remotely cast some spells and tricked me into his ice mana bomb that looked exactly like him. His lack of movement should have tipped me off, and he probably replaced himself while I was dealing with the Commander.

My respect for the fat wizard went up several notches as I assessed my current condition Scrapes all over and several cuts and one puncture wound in the gut. I had no plans of pulling out that shard of ice, but I would have to treat it soon. My body looked worse than it was as I had a lot of superficial wounds from hitting the road. My cloak was half destroyed, but the hood was intact. They would know that I am a woman with fur, so I am not a human with Snow white hair. That was a blunder, but it was what it was.

I stretched for only a moment and realized that despite the pain, I still had a full range of motion even as I dodged another ice spell. They started to come faster and faster despite the dead around me clashing with the leftover of the steel armored unit. Spells clashed into the dead ranks, and I could see them thinning out, and I felt we were losing with at least another hour needed to fight.

It seemed we were at the twilight of the night, and I had been battling the entire night away. I checked my mana levels and frowned as the Wizard did a real number on my energy in that last defense against his bomb. Now wasn't the time to back away, though, and I moved just as another white flare hit the sky above us, and my frown turned to a scowl. It was bad; another unit at this time would end us.

Instead of immediately jumping into the fight, I decided now I needed to chat with that Necromancer. I moved back while the undead zombies and skeletons flowed forward toward the ranks of the living. It took me only a moment, and I felt the life energy flowing off this Necromancer.