Chapter 90： Fire and Icy Blood

What spell? Invisibility?

Even if it's invisibility, you still have to jump out and attack me. Jace stared intently at the room in front of him, ready for a phantom to appear and then strike with his knife. He didn't remember that the naga had a weapon in her hand. Did she dare to duel with him empty-handed?

So what if she's a snake person? Now that her tail is cut off, could she still strangle me to death?

Oh right, she still has claws...

However, the expected phantom didn't appear. Suddenly, a burst of explosive noise made his whole body tremble.

Looking towards the door, the originally pitch-black corridor on the second floor was instantly illuminated by firelight.

The naga laughed loudly, extremely crazily. Jace understood. She was going to set this place on fire!

She had water magic to protect herself and escape, but Jace had no way to protect himself at all. At that time, as long as this naga blocked the door...

However, the flames didn't start immediately. This house was really too damp. It was probably not as easy to ignite as an ordinary house.

Sure enough, the naga quickly started casting the spell for the second time. He didn't know what kind of fire magic she was using. In any case, the whole house was already filled with black smoke. If this continued, it would definitely catch fire. In the end, even if he wasn't burned to death, he would be suffocated to death...

Jace determined the location of the banshee by the sound of the spell chanting and resolutely rushed out the door and charged straight through the blood everywhere on the ground.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw the naga with her back to him suddenly turn around. Her face was terrifyingly calm.

She had already picked up a rusty harpoon that she didn't know where she had found. She aimed it at Jace who had just walked in. The black smoke from the raging fire around her made her seem like a lava demon emerging from hell!

——Viecke!

Jace's spell was chanted extremely accurately and quickly. The naga had already started throwing, so she didn't have time to counter at all. Her calm expression suddenly collapsed.

She let out a sob, and her whole body fell backwards. Even with four arms, she couldn't hold onto that harpoon anymore!

The naga cried and crashed into the wall behind her, trying to escape, but she couldn't escape no matter what. The blood gushing out from her severed tail extinguished several flames that had already started. The even stronger and more foul-smelling thick smoke filled the whole house.

"Ssss... ssss!"

The banshee's arms kept scratching on the wall behind her. Jace gritted his teeth and forced himself to be calm. He rushed up and kicked her on the back, kicking the sea demon with a broken tail who was already having difficulty maintaining balance to the ground. He stepped on the banshee's head and slashed at the back of her neck. Surprisingly, it didn't cut completely through. The naga broke free from Jace with a strange strength. With a head connected by half a neck, she rushed downstairs like crazy, crying while running, but could only make strange "cracking and squeaking" sounds with difficulty.

Jace wanted to chase after her, but his feet felt as if they were filled with lead and couldn't move. A strong urge to vomit welled up.

This was fear... intense fear.

Since just now, he had forced himself to ignore these terrifying scenes and negative emotions in order to survive in the end and fight this banshee in close combat!

However, when that naga with a broken neck and a head connected by skin was swaying her mutilated body in the fire, crying desperately and running downstairs wildly, Jace's will was almost on the verge of collapse.

Was this the effect of fear magic? Or real fear? Did that naga's crying have a fear effect?

Or was there no difference at all between them?

But Jace knew that the effect of the shadow protection potion must have disappeared.

No, he couldn't let this naga go. At least he had to leave here as soon as possible. Seeing that the fire had already started on the second floor.

Jace closed his eyes and rushed down the stairs. Chasing the blood trail illuminated by the fire all the way downstairs. In an open space about fifty or sixty meters away downstairs, the naga was writhing wildly on the ground. No, it should be said that the naga's body was writhing.

Her head had been shaken off by the violent movements and was lying crooked in the sand window not far away. The ferocious expression on her face had been frozen.

Jace's fingers loosened and the knife fell to the ground.

He walked over and sat on a stone slab nearby, constantly rubbing his face, trying to regain his composure as soon as possible.

The naga's mutilated body was lying not far away, still twitching continuously. The raised muscle outline, full breasts, smooth scales and slimy skin glowed faintly in the moonlight, still stained with blood.

Jace stared at that body, thinking only one thing - he couldn't risk his life for nothing. He must find a way to take something away. He couldn't just walk away because he was afraid of this naga's corpse.

Forcing himself to suppress his nausea, when the corpse stopped moving, Jace walked over to Nadi and kicked the body with his foot. Unexpectedly, the naga's hand directly grabbed his ankle!

Jace was so scared that he jumped up directly. After kicking several times frantically, he finally broke free and even broke the naga's arm.

This naga seemed to be just a lowly little sea demon. She had no ornaments, let alone any staff or the like. Just a bare body with only a string of beads on her head.

"String of beads..." Jace murmured and wanted to approach that head. However, that head was staring intently at Jace.

Was she staring at him, or was she just looking in this direction when she died?

Jace walked a little to the side and found that the eyes also turned to this side.

He cursed under his breath, rubbed his face, and looked over again. She was still staring at him.

It was definitely not an illusion.

"Why won't you just die? Can't you die completely?"

After thinking for a long time, he suddenly remembered that he didn't come here alone.

"Thaerno, come out for me."

Only then did the imp emerge from the bag and take a look at the situation outside.

"It's so scary, master. What is this thing..."

"So you also know fear?"

"If master isn't afraid, I'm not afraid!" The imp jumped out of the bag and asked, "What does master want me to do?"

"Here." Jace picked up the knife and threw it to him, saying, "Cut off the fins and take off that string of beads for me."

"As you command!" The imp used all his strength to drag the knife and walked towards the naga's head. Halfway there, the naga's eyes suddenly fixed on him.

"Why is she still alive?!" Thaerno muttered and stopped in place.

"Why are you even more cowardly than me?"

Jace took a couple of deep breaths, spat on his hands twice, puffed out his chest and walked over to snatch the knife back. Closing his eyes, he slashed at the naga's forehead. Bang!

The knife cut in but didn't split the head open, but the demonic light in the naga's eyes finally dimmed.

Both the man and the demon felt much relieved.

Looking from above, that string of jewels seemed to be able to be taken off directly without having to cut anything.

Jace stared at the naga's eyes and took off the string of beads little by little. This time, the naga didn't move at all anymore. She was really dead.

It's a pity that Gerred didn't witness this scene with his own eyes. Otherwise, it would be so amazing.

No, Jace thought that he must take something back. Something that could prove that he had killed a naga. That string of pearls was definitely not enough.

He really didn't want to touch that head again, let alone take it back with him.

Just take some scales.

Oh right, could naga scales be used to make medicine?

"Tharino." Jace said, "It's time to work."