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M: TSIA Chapter 92: Druids
🕑 Added 2025-02-17 11:57:43 +0000 UTCWherever Lance went, a striking green light darted past, chasing him with incredible speed. The air around Lance changed, becoming as fresh as a forest in the morning, carrying the soothing aroma of foliage.
This is the power of nature!
The only ones capable of wielding this power are the Druids.
However, not just any Druid can reach this level. Only a first-class Archdruid can achieve such a remarkable feat!
But coincidentally—Lance was indeed looking for someone to test his Shinigami powers!
That thought crossed Lance's mind. His gaze sharpened, a cold and determined glint emanating from his eyes. Quickly, Lance raised one hand in front of him.
"Hadō #31: Shakkahō (Red Fire Cannon)!"
From the tip of Lance's fingers, a dazzling red fireball exploded forth, hurtling violently toward the approaching green light.
BOOM!!
A tremendous explosion shook the air, creating a wave of heat that mixed with the green energy spreading like a rain of light. Fire and the power of nature clashed, generating ripples of energy that spread throughout the building.
Inside the building, people immediately panicked.
"What’s happening?!"
"The whole building is shaking!"
"An earthquake?!"
A staff member hurriedly ran with a tense expression. "I’ve contacted the upper floors. They also felt the strong vibrations, but there are no reports of major damage. Maybe... it’s coming from the roof!"
Indeed, the shockwave from the impact had exploded on the roof, sweeping across most of the floors with great force. Although it didn’t collapse the building, the impact was enough to frighten many patients.
However, before they could flee in panic, a faint green light emanated from above, enveloping the entire hospital like a soft mist.
And in an instant—
Everyone fell silent.
The fear in their eyes vanished as if it had never existed. They returned to their activities, as if nothing had happened.
Except for one person—Christine.
This technique was a typical brainwashing magic of the Druid sect, capable of erasing the short-term memories of ordinary people. But Christine was not entirely an ordinary person. The White Lantern Ring that Christine wore emitted a faint light, forming an invisible shield that automatically countered the effects of the magic.
Christine stared outside with wide eyes, watching how the people who had just panicked were now calm again as if nothing had occurred.
Christine's beautiful eyes were filled with confusion.
Meanwhile, on the roof, Lance was completely unaware of this. The powerful Druid attacking Lance did not relent in their assault—not even slightly—while at the same time, easily erasing the memories of hundreds, even thousands of people.
This time, what was happening was no longer just a magical surprise.
On the expansive roof of the luxurious hospital—almost half the size of a football field—ornamental plants thrived, creating a beautiful green garden. However, now, under the influence of countless green rays, that beauty transformed into something terrifying.
Wild plants grew wildly.
Green leaves spun like sharp blades, creeping vines coiled like venomous snakes ready to strike, and short trees pierced the sky like deadly spears, all rushing toward Lance in a brutal assault.
However, the deadly attack was blocked by a light.
Around Lance, a spirit particle shield shaped like clear lake water stood firm, withstanding every plant attack with extraordinary resilience. No matter how much the plants surged like massive waves, the shield remained unshaken, like a rock forged by thousands of hammers.
Suddenly, a light buzzing sound echoed from behind the sky filled with wildly moving plants.
Then—
A pair of emerald eyes shone brightly.
In an instant, two beams of green lightning shot out, striking the air with incredible speed.
The plants that were initially striking the spirit shield changed their trajectory, forming a massive green vortex that spun violently, sucking Lance into the rapidly rotating eye at its center.
The magical force was like a giant battering ram, continuously pounding against Lance's spirit shield without pause, trying to break it.
But no matter how fiercely the vortex spun and gripped, it still could not penetrate the thin shield protecting Lance.
This was Bakudō #39: Enkōsen (Circle Lock Fan).
A unique technique developed by Aizen, which used extraordinary spiritual pressure to form a sturdy shield. This shield was strong enough to withstand slashes from a captain-level Shinigami—not something easy to break through.
This Archdruid was indeed powerful, perhaps slightly stronger than Mordo, but that person would not be able to surpass a captain-level Shinigami.
Lance smiled with satisfaction. Bakudō #39: Enkōsen had withstood the deadly attack without a single crack.
Now—it was time for Lance to counterattack.
With a smooth motion, Lance drew his Zanpakutō from his waist.
Next, a test of his slash!
In an instant, Lance's right hand vanished in a mist of movement too fast for the naked eye to see.
The sharp wind from his blade sliced through the air, creating a deafening vibration—like the loud wailing of the air itself.
With a thunderous roar that was deafening, a massive beam of laser shot across the night sky, striking with incredible force.
The air around Lance exploded instantly, torn apart by the raging destructive power.
The magical vortex formed from the wild plants—which had previously seemed unstoppable—suddenly split diagonally.
Like a sheet of cream cut with a sharp knife, the vortex shattered in graceful destruction.
Then, slowly, the remnants of the green vortex were blown away by the night wind, disappearing like a dream fading at dawn.
"An interesting ability."
A heavy and calm voice echoed in the air.
The green light that had previously enveloped the sky gradually dimmed, revealing a figure standing tall on the rooftop.
A bald man.
The old man appeared to be in his fifties, with a thick goatee that emphasized his authority. A classic Ashton pipe hung from the old man's lips, emitting thin wisps of smoke that curled into the air.
As the old man gazed at Lance with keen interest, his eyes radiated deep intelligence.
"I haven't been involved in the world of magic for a long time. Is there now a new type of magic?" the old man asked casually, as if speaking to an old acquaintance.
