God of Tricksters

'Color? Red color? Black-body what?' The Magma Dragon was confused by the roar's explanation.

He hurriedly turned around to see the one who had sent that message. But the scene he saw next horrified him.

*Roar!* He instinctively let out a roar with only one meaning. "Your Majesty!"

The Lightning Saint's right arm was actually being ripped apart by the moth. Both of them were covered in injuries, but this arm meant a lot to the Lightning Saint and the Magma Dragon.

For the Magma Dragon, even though the Lightning Saint had escaped from his role, it didn't change the fact that he was a former Dragon King. Someone ripping apart the king's hand was a huge blow to the people underneath him.

And it became even more serious because he knew that the injury this time was caused by him.

If the Dragon King didn't send that lightning and message to help him, he wouldn't receive such an injury.

On the one hand, he wanted to scream that he didn't need his help. On the other hand, the Magma Dragon fully realized that the Dragon King had filled up what he lacked the most.

If he didn't give that information, there was no way he would be able to completely understand the devil. At the same time, it also reminded him of what the Dragon King said when he convinced him.

"I'm just a nerd who loves to know everything in this world. I'm not suited to be a ruler."

These words kept echoing in the Magma Dragon's mind. He realized that the Dragon King could identify the enemy's power because he loved to know everything in this world. Without that desire, he wouldn't be able to explain all that.

The Lightning Saint might not be able to call himself the dragon king after running away from his duty. But he was certainly a wise dragon.

The Magma Dragon felt like he wanted to tear up. He wanted to let out a thunderous roar that shook the world to show his anguish.

Yet, the Lightning Saint's intention in sending that message was clear.

He wanted the Magma Dragon to defeat his enemy as quickly as possible while conserving his energy. He couldn't waste that effort.

The Magma Dragon glared at the devil. His eyes were filled with killing intent. Now that he had understood the devil's power, he could finally see how to defeat him.

The devil didn't understand the meaning of that roar. But seeing the change of expression the Magma Dragon had made him feel scared. He didn't know why, but he felt he had to take the Magma Dragon on with all his strength.

The Magma Dragon flew forward while gathering his Magic Power in his throat, ready to shoot it again.

The devil raised his hand to prepare the Magic Power needed to block it again. He also had a few plans to counterattack.

The Magma Dragon might have a good instinct, but he couldn't be said to be a smart dragon. So, he could kill the Magma Dragon by taking advantage of that brain.

He expanded his left hand and shot numerous tentacles to capture the dragon. The latter could see the incoming tentacles. If it was the previous one, he would try to avoid it.

Unfortunately for the devil, the Lightning Saint had told him something about his own magma.

'That's right. There is one more thing about my magma… When it's a bit cold…' The Magma Dragon started excreting the magma from his body.

The devil didn't think much about this magma. He simply used the ability to make the magma move away from him.

But to his surprise, the magma suddenly turned black, the liquid changed into hard rock, and the glow was completely retained inside the black hard rock.

"!!!" The devil widened his eyes in shock. The tentacles had reached the Magma Dragon, but when it touched the black-colored magma, he realized that it wasn't magma anymore.

The Magma Dragon didn't know its terms, but if the Lightning Saint was with him, he would know that this was the igneous rock.

As the ruler of magma, he could control everything about magma: the flow, the temperature, and even the state.

He decreased the temperature on the outside layer, so it created this hard igneous rock. Then, he maintained the heat inside the rock. With this, he could maintain the temperature both in his body and the rock. When the tentacles hit him, the heat would be transmitted.

But as he expected, the heat couldn't do anything to the red guy. It felt like he couldn't sense anything that the red tentacles touched.

Though, it didn't matter anymore. The dragon only used this so that he had enough hardness to block the incoming tentacles.

As for the real attack, the Magma Dragon had saved it inside his throat.

The moment the devil entered his reach, the Magma Dragon shot out another magma ball. However, he applied the previous concept to this magma ball.

The outside was solid igneous rock, while the inside was filled with hot liquid magma.

Because there was no more red color on the surface, the devil couldn't control the rock this time. Just like what the Lightning Saint said earlier, the devil wouldn't be able to control the color if there was no light to show that color. This also proved his doubt earlier when the magma on his back wasn't controlled by the devil.

The devil hurriedly moved away, trying to dodge it now that he couldn't control it. But it was too shocking to the point he moved one step too late.

The magma ball hit his arm. In that instant, the rock completely crumbled like that of an eggshell, releasing all the magma inside.

Now that the magma had hit him, even his power couldn't control it anymore.

"Aaaaahhhhh!" The devil screamed in pain as his arm was melted by magma.

The Magma Dragon let out a long breath while observing the devil. He understood that he couldn't do something like this without the Lightning Saint. The latter had even sacrificed his arm to do it.

"You sacrificed that arm for me. So, I shall take his arm as a repayment. I will win…" The Magma Dragon paused for a moment before a certain thought appeared in his mind, remembering the Lightning Saint. "Maybe… learning more about the world instead of practicing all the time is a good idea…"