Manaless Mage-Chapter 321: He’s laughing

The first fire dragon struck.

With a thunderous roar that split the very air around it, the lead dragon head hurtled downward like a meteor, its blazing jaws wide open as it dove straight toward the immobilized Adolf.

BOOOOOOOM!!

The impact was devastating.

It didn’t crash into him—it swallowed him whole.

A titanic sphere of fire exploded from the point of contact, engulfing the forest floor in a burst of molten brilliance.

Trees were torn from their roots, disintegrated into cinders within seconds, and the very earth cracked and boiled under the sheer pressure of the heat.

But it didn’t end there.

The other four followed swiftly behind, streaks of infernal might descending from the sky like divine judgment.

Each one hit with terrifying force, piling into the explosion one after another, feeding it, growing it, twisting it into something utterly apocalyptic.

BOOM!! BOOM!! BOOM!! BOOOOM!!!

The successive detonations expanded the inferno, stretching it across the field until it soared into the sky like a blazing storm cloud.

The forest itself turned a blinding orange, the skies above reflecting the fury of the fire that had been unleashed upon the world below.

The force of it was enough to level the remaining forest for nearly a kilometer in every direction.

And above it all—

Harry hovered silently.

Flames bathed the world below him, a swirling sea of destruction that would’ve reduced any other mage to ash just from proximity alone.

But not him.

The massive heatwaves that rolled skyward never even reached him.

They parted just inches from his form, burned away by the radiant energy cloaking his body.

His eyes narrowed at the flames from the explosion, almost like he was trying to see through them.

Minutes passed.

The firestorm slowly began to die down, the roaring winds calming to flickers of dying flame.

What was once a dense stretch of forest was now a charred plain of soot and blackened earth.

Nothing green remained. Trees were gone, mana beasts fled or vaporized, and the soil itself had turned to glass in places.

The destruction was total.

But amid that blackened wasteland, something stirred.

A broken figure laid at the heart of it all.

That was none other than Adolf, or at least what remained of him.

His body no longer bore even the vaguest resemblance to the towering, demonic form he had once taken.

The wings had been completely incinerated. His horns were gone—melted to the base of his skull.

Most of his skin had been burned away, leaving only charred muscle and blackened bone peeking through. What clothes he had left were fused to his flesh in tattered scraps.

He couldn’t even move, his form a little more than an empty husk—a human-shaped silhouette made of ash and agony.

And yet—

He was still alive.

His heart kept beating within his chest. It was a slow, dying beat, but it was still there.

Harry descended slowly, the soft beat of his wings the only sound in the scorched silence.

FWOOSH!

His boots touched down gently beside the broken figure, the fire behind him finally dying out as the ethereal wings at his back shimmered once before vanishing completely.

He gazed down at Adolf with mild interest.

Then—

He spoke.

"That spell sure is powerful..."

His voice was quiet, more a mutter to himself than a comment meant to be heard.

Even Harry sounded a little surprised.

He tilted his head slightly, eyes drifting over the ruin he had created.

It was impressive—more than he had anticipated.

And the funniest part about it was that he hadn’t launched the dragons at full power.

He knew that if he had poured everything into it, Adolf would’ve been utterly annihilated, and not even his ashes would be left on the ground.

However, that wasn’t that he wanted.

He couldn’t let Adolf die, not yet, as the dark guild member still had some use to him.

Harry needed answers, and information about what kind of foes he would be going up against.

What he knew from Leon’s memories wouldn’t cut it, since they were from a different timeline.

However, holding back hadn’t been easy, as toning down such a powerful spell required more control that he had expected.

A single mistake and it would’ve tipped too far in either direction—too weak, and Adolf would’ve escaped or retaliated; too strong, and the man would’ve been vaporized instantly.

Balancing that power had been like walking a tightrope with a flaming sword.

But he managed.

And the results spoke for themselves.

He crouched beside Adolf, squinting as he watched the slow, shallow rise and fall of his chest. free𝑤ebnovel.com

A smirk crossed his face.

"So, you’re still alive," he murmured. "That’s good."

He didn’t need a conscious Adolf—just a living one.

But it seemed the dark mage still had a flicker of consciousness left in him.

Adolf’s mouth opened.

Just barely.

His blackened lips parted, and a shallow breath escaped.

But no words came.

Only a puff of thick, black smoke drifted into the air—his lungs too scorched to force out sound.

Harry raised a brow at the sight, his smirk widening just a little.

"Don’t bother talking," he said lightly. "You’re not going to be doing much of that for a while."

Adolf’s body twitched.

It wasn’t voluntary. More of a spasm—a pain response. His nerves were fried, his mind clouded by agony, but something in him still fought to remain aware.

Still clung to life.

Harry stood back up, his eyes sweeping over the wreckage around them.

The dark guild had sent this man to accomplish something.

Something important.

And they had been willing to let him die for it.

That alone was reason enough to keep him alive. Harry needed to know what it was. What secrets they were hiding. What plots they were weaving in the shadows of the kingdom.

And more importantly—

Who else was involved.

He glanced back at Adolf’s prone form.

"You made a mistake, you know," he said casually. "Coming here. Challenging me."

He turned and began walking slowly through the ruined clearing, each step deliberate.

"But I suppose that’s not entirely your fault. You were sent, weren’t you?"

He paused.

The wind blew softly, carrying with it the faint smell of ash and smoke.

Harry looked back over his shoulder.

"I’ll find out who gave the order," he said. "And when I do..."

He let the words hang.

He didn’t need to finish the sentence.

The threat was clear.

Adolf’s mouth opened once more, the edges of his lips shifting slightly.

Harry wasn’t sure, but for some reason, he felt like he was laughing at him.