The Villainess Is My Cute Daughter

’Fill this ring up with the pure alcohol.’ Adrian instructed.

[Ethanol, Methanol or Isopropanol?]

’Just pick whatever! Ethanol!’ Adrian thought and the system immediately got to work.

The system rapidly filled the spatial pocket with Ethanol. A decent chunk of his stored mana got burned up in the synthesis process, but Adrian did not care.

He brought the ring back out and threw it forward as he used telekinesis on it to grab the ring with a mana thread.

He aimed it perfectly. The tiny silver ring plummeted down and hit the top of the pile of dead bodies. Adrian used his telekinesis to send the ring deep into the pile until he reached his maximum range.

Because the ring was still physically inside his magical range, Adrian still had his invisible mana thread firmly locked onto the artifact.

He sent a bit of mana through the mana thread and sent it into the ring, unlocking it.

A massive amount of one hundred percent pure alcohol came out of the tiny ring. Because the ring was buried right in the middle of the corpse mountain, all of the highly flammable liquid immediately rushed downward. It seeped through the crushed bodies and soaked every single monster all the way down to the bottom most layer that was on the ground.

"Now fire a fireball spell!" Adrian screamed at the Marquis.

Draven did not ask questions. He raised his hands and rapidly gathered his mana.

While Draven was conjuring the massive sphere of flames, Adrian quickly used his telekinesis to yank his expensive storage ring right back out of the pile and into his hand.

Then Adrian got to work.

He raised his hands and prepped his Gust spell. But instead of compressing the air into tiny, bullet-like balls like he did with the arrows, he drastically altered the shape.

He forced the air to rapidly rotate in a single direction instead of two opposite directions.

He essentially created a localized tornado. Nobody could actually see the spell because it was just air. But everyone standing near him could feel the wind rotating wildly in front of the stone wall. On top of that, they could hear the winds howling.

Draven glanced at Adrian and then hurled the huge fireball straight off the wall.

The exact moment the huge sphere of flames traveled a few meters forward to hit the invisible wind, Adrian shoved the tornado straight into it.

His mana thread was still fully connected to the spell.

The spell hit the fireball before it even got to it’s target and merged with it.

Adrian just kept pumping more mana into the magic. And his Draconic Mana Heart basically forced the spell to suck up all the ambient energy floating in the atmosphere.

The flames fed off the magic and the oxygen in the air. It blew up into a massive, terrifying fire tornado almost instantly.

It grew so big that it basically matched the height of the towering stone wall.

The pillar of flames slammed directly into the pile of monsters dripping in alcohol and the alcohol instantly ignited. The entire mountain of corpses went up in hot flames.

But Adrian did not stop there.

He pushed the colossal fire tornado forward. He made it move slowly toward the monsters that were still charging out of the forest toward the walls.

Every single beast that touched the spinning vortex of fire started burning instantly.

The tornado did not move fast. It moved slowly across the battlefield, which gave the intense heat more than enough time to actually cook the monsters properly and burn them half to death and leaving them running around while still in flames.

Adrian stood on the wall, sweating from how much mana he was forcing out. He could physically feel his internal mana pool draining at an incredibly fast pace.

But he did not care at all. He just kept pushing more and more power into the storm.

When he felt his internal mana reserves going lower than 25%, he simply activated his Dungeon Link.

Because the skill allowed him to directly access and utilize all of the dungeon’s stored mana as his own personal battery, Adrian was basically just chilling there. His own maximum capacity was a measly four hundred points. But the dungeon held hundreds of thousands, if not millions of mana points.

He just used the dungeon’s massive reserves to continuously fuel the flame tornado.

But after a few minutes, Adrian slowly cut off the mana feed. The tornado continued moving for a few seconds but it quickly died out.

He did not shut it down because he hit his limit. He just stopped it because he didn’t have any intention of wasting his dungeon’s mana.

He had already successfully burned down the monsters that were concentrated in certain places. The only beasts left on the plains were widely spread out and disorganized. Wasting a massive area-of-effect spell on scattered targets was just bad mana efficiency.

’I will just wait for them to clump up again.’ Adrian decided. ’Then I will use it properly again.’

He leaned on the ledge and checked out the battlefield.

Thousands of monsters were still burning alive and they went completely haywire. They trampled each other and shrieked while thrashing around until the fire finally killed them.

The massive pile of dead monsters at the base of the wall was basically getting cooked. The thick, disgusting smell of burnt flesh drifted up and hit everyone on the wall.

And that was when Adrian noticed the shift.

The monsters pouring out of the forest that had not been set on fire suddenly came to a halt. They looked at the huge wall, turned around, and frantically ran right back into the forest.

"Okay." Adrian panted. "So they went back."

He turned his head and looked at Draven.

The Marquis was already shouting orders. "Send the soldiers out to-"

"No need to send your soldiers out yet." Adrian cut him off. "I’ll take care of this huge pile first and then the soldiers can go out."