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Fortunately, Levin made his move at that moment.
He deactivated his feathered serpent form, stood beside Jaina, and began casting spells on the black dragon:
"【6th Ring - Malicious Metamorphosis 720 Technique】!"
The magical aura traveled from the tip of the wand straight to the black dragon's body.
But the black dragon remained unchanged.
Even the powerful Shattered Circle spell, Malicious, had no effect on the black dragon before them.
There was no way around it; the black dragon's physical body was simply too powerful. Its exaggerated physique alone was beyond what Levin's shapeshifting technique could achieve.
However, Levin was no ordinary spellcaster.
Seeing that [Malicious Polymorph] was failing to take effect, Levin pulled out a crimson crystal with his other hand.
The Philosopher's Stone is the ultimate product of alchemy and the pinnacle of transmutation magic.
Alchemy is essentially the technique of transforming one substance into another, and is fundamentally identical to the magic of the Transmutation school.
Therefore, famous alchemists are usually powerful shapeshifters.
The Philosopher's Stone, in addition to turning lead into gold and creating the Elixir of Rejuvenation, also has the ability to enhance transformation spells.
For example, consuming a Philosopher's Stone can make a temporary transformation spell permanent.
For example, consuming a Philosopher's Stone can force a transformation spell that would otherwise be ineffective to take effect, even if it is not of the same class.
Of course, this transcendence of class boundaries has its limits.
If the enemy is Deathwing, even if Levin uses a dozen Philosopher's Stones, it might not be effective.
However, this black dragon, which had been weakened by repeated attacks, was clearly unable to exceed its limits.
Finally, after the Philosopher's Stone had used up most of its power, the black dragon could no longer resist.
Its entire body rapidly shrank, transforming in the blink of an eye from a giant black dragon into a tiny black cat.
Seeing this, the black cat hurriedly tried to escape, but was immediately picked up and held in Levin's hand.
In that very battle, Levin's Philosopher's Stone also dimmed, losing its original luster and its original power.
Now it can only serve as a transformation limiter for the Black Dragon.
As long as Levin controls this limiter, the black dragon will forever remain a black cat.
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Chapter 172 The Situation is Set
Seeing that Levin had successfully controlled the black dragon and turned it into a black cat, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Jaina collapsed to the ground.
"This is really... I'm exhausted. Dragons are not creatures that ordinary people can deal with... When I was a kid, I was so arrogant that I wanted to be a dragon slayer... Who would have thought that just fighting a single adult black dragon, and with you all ganging up on it, would drain all my magic power."
In fact, Jaina consumed the most mana throughout the entire battle.
Throughout the battle, she used far too many high-level spells, including [Super Magic Blizzard], which she cast with Levin and was equivalent to an 8th-level spell, one 9th-level [Dominate Monster], two 8th-level [Summon Water Elementals], six 5th-level [Summon Water Elementals], and countless low-level spells.
By Levin's standards, Jaina's class level is: LV13 Mage and V4 Kirin Tor Archmage, a total of 17 levels of spellcaster. Being able to cast so many high-level spells in one go is already a testament to her exceptional talent.
Conversely, Levin, who played a crucial role, only transformed into Feathered Serpent and used [Malicious Polymorph] once. The former consumed natural energy and stamina, while the latter's main output came from the Philosopher's Stone, and he was in excellent condition.
"Thank you for your hard work, Jaina. Please don't sit on the ground at times like this."
Caiwen used Polymorph to turn a piece of wood that had been broken by the black dragon's tail into a sofa, then gently helped Jaina up from the ground and onto the sofa, letting her lean on his shoulder.
Under the guise of taking care of each other, the two of them stayed close together.
"You little rascal, you're always finding ways to take advantage of me."
Jaina rolled her eyes, but since she was too weak to do anything about it and wasn't particularly bothered by it, she just let it go.
The black cat in his arms, however, disapproved of his behavior and meowed fiercely.
Then he was immediately suppressed by Levin:
"You little rascal, you're quite arrogant. You're a prisoner, yet you still have such a temper. Do you think I can't do anything to you?"
As Levin spoke, he vigorously rubbed the cat's face until its scalp tingled (physically) before stopping.
At the same time, Tonks, carrying the tightly bound old man Capac, followed by the natives, walked towards Levin.
Capak had already been knocked unconscious, while the natives were extremely respectful, kneeling three times with each step, as if afraid of offending these true shamans of the feathered serpent god, the villains who had captured the demon.
Especially when they saw that the once majestic and awe-inspiring giant black dragon had now been transformed into a black cat, being flattened and kneaded in the boy's hands, they couldn't help but feel even more awe.
"Little Levin, you guys finished way too quickly," the female Auror said with some surprise as she approached. "We were actually planning to help you out."
"Tsk! It was quite troublesome, but I managed to get it done, albeit barely."
Levin said without looking up, gripping the black cat by the scruff of its neck.
"But you've come at the right time; we still have many questions we haven't figured out yet."
Then, Levin turned his gaze to Capac, who was unconscious.
To get to the bottom of everything, we first need to get a statement from him.
"[Soundproofing]!"
Levin first pointed his wand at the black cat, forcibly depriving it of its hearing.
The key to interrogating multiple people is to prevent the interrogated individuals from communicating with each other.
Then he pointed at Capac.
"[Recover quickly]."
As a white light shone upon him, Capac finally awoke.
He suddenly sat up from the ground, looked around, and his pupils contracted sharply.
At this moment, the black dragon that had previously unleashed a scorching inferno with its breath was nowhere to be seen. All around him were his opponents and enemies, and the natives not far away were looking at him with hatred, as if they would kill him at any moment.
"Damn it, where is Lord Black Dragon? Where did I go wrong?"
Capac couldn't help but think this, and a look of despair appeared on his face.
Just then, a young voice reached his ears.
"Alright, let's talk about it. What exactly is going on with that black dragon?"
Upon hearing this, Capac looked up in a daze and saw the black-haired boy named Levin sitting on a sofa, legs crossed, embracing a blonde beauty on one arm and stroking a black cat beside him, smiling at him.
His most feared chief, Jaina, was now leaning against the boy like a little bird.
Meanwhile, the female Auror Tonks who had knocked him unconscious, and the wizard Ciritra, stood on either side of the boy with unfriendly expressions.
The three vampire sisters stood in a row behind the boy.
With beauties and bodyguards, where did this spoiled brat from the wizarding world come from?
"what!"
This made Capacak burst into angry laughter.
"The victor is king, the loser is villain. I have nothing to say. Just kill me. When Lord Black Dragon returns, he will avenge me."
"Kill you?"
Levin burst into laughter, as if he had heard something ridiculous.
"That's too easy on you. The trouble you've caused us can't be compensated for by mere death."
"As for Lord Black Dragon..."
As he spoke, the boy lifted the black cat by the scruff of its neck.
"See this cat? Your greatest asset, the Black Dragon, is right here. Now that the Black Dragon has become my prisoner, what else is there to hold on to?"
"Or do you want to suffer the same treatment?"
"Let me make it clear beforehand, I don't want to pet a wrinkled old cat, so I'll turn you into a hornbill—just like your nickname—and then send you to a Muggle zoo. I think they'll be happy to have such a rare animal for breeding."
Levin casually recounted this series of vicious methods, sending chills down everyone's spines.
Capac initially thought the other party was exaggerating, but seeing the black cat's helpless expression, so similar to that of the black dragon back then...
Seeing its golden snake eyes within its cat-like pupils, and smelling the sulfurous scent emanating from it, Capac had no choice but to believe that the black cat before him was a dragon in disguise.
He immediately broke down in his judgment.
Having lost his only pillar of support, the once fierce Capac had aged considerably in an instant.
The once energetic and capable old man instantly transformed into a frail old man, and under Levin's questioning, he spilled everything like beans from a bamboo tube.
Let me explain how to calculate job level.
My settings are not entirely based on D&D.
Levin's LV11 Wizard, LV7 Mind Mage, and LV7 Druid are all parallel and independent professions, so their levels cannot be directly added together, and the total is not LV25.
However, Jaina's LV13 mage and LV4 Kirin Tor Archmage are advanced classes of mages. The Kirin Tor Archmage is a class advancement that requires reaching a certain mage level. Since the class itself is based on the mage class, their levels can be directly added together.
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Chapter 173 Capak's Regret
Would you like to hear a story?
Capak, looking like an elderly man, spoke slowly.
"A story about a wizard who overestimates his ability to pursue immortality."
"Actually, it all started in the wizard's childhood. Back then, he was the only son of the tribal shaman. The shaman's family had a neighbor: three vampires. These vampires fed on human blood, seriously threatening the tribe's safety. However, because of the powerful shaman's presence, they dared not act recklessly, and thus chose to only dabble in human blood each time."
They stopped, never causing any deaths. The shaman, wary of the vampire's power, refrained from capturing him, and the two sides established a tacit understanding, occasionally exchanging a few exchanges.
He had barely finished speaking when the old chief became enraged, standing up and loudly demanding, "Wait! You say vampires never cause deaths? But in the past ten years or so, in which year haven't vampires caused a dozen or so deaths in the nearby tribes? How can you speak up for them?"
His question drew another rebuttal from the vampire, and in her anger, Chaferina's sentences became much more coherent: "Taking blood in moderation has always been our creed; we've never caused any deaths!"
"Then what about the people who died?"