The dragon's harem

Aella lifted her bow up, pointed at an angle, took a deep breath, and her body started glowing green. Her eye flashed with an emerald green magic, and her mana rumbled like a starting engine.

She pulled the bowstring, and the muscles of her arms tensed, pulling back like steel cables under tension as a strange dark green arrow appeared out of nowhere on the bow.

Those with keen eyes could feel it, the humming of wind magic, the rumble of the spirits’ will, pushing back against the world. Whatever Aella was doing, that arrow was inherently a spirit weapon.

Arad could see Zephyr dancing inside his stomach. She did her best to give Aella as much mana as possible without hurting her. The result was going to be horrifying.

BAM! Aella released the arrow, and it exploded forth, flying like a green meteor of magic that easily broke the sound barrier several times. It flew into the sky in an arc and then plunged down at the wall. But before hitting, the arrow shattered into over a thousand bright wind arrows that rained down on the wall like cluster munitions.

The arrows hit the wall and exploded into a wave of roaring shockwaves. When the impact reached the arena, most people had already closed their ears, but even with that, it was too loud for no one to get hurt.

The magic counter declared that 1452 arrows had hit the wall.

“Shockwaves are just waves of compressed air that result from an explosion. I can just make them with magic instead. Those arrows, both the dark green and bright ones, are guided, which means I can send each of them to a specific target.” Aella knocked another arrow on her bow, “And I do this.”

The commentator cursed, jumping to the ground, and closed his ears, “FUCK ME!”

Aella’s arms moved so fast that they turned into a blur. The sheer magic burning through her body was enough to make everyone dizzy, and the wizards looked at her with pale and horrified faces.

They would’ve screamed, but the coming shockwaves drowned their cries. The ground shook, and the sky cried. For those ten seconds, nothing but deafening explosions bloated the sky as if the end of the world had started. Only Arad remained unfazed, standing a few meters behind Aella with a smile on his face.

When the chaos stopped, the magic counter declared that Aella had fired 2134 arrows, while the area where the wall was had been bombarded with over 3 million arrows{3,098,568 arrows}, each of which exploded into a massive blast, resulting in the massive crater that everyone was now looking at.

Aella lowered her bow, sweat dripping across her face. She exhaled and then looked back at Arad with a large grin on her face. She rushed at him, her ears wiggling.

“Arad! Did you see that? How was it?” She jumped at him, and he held her in a hug. “It was amazing, better than I expected. Can you really handle that much of Zephyr’s magic?”

“I’m just channeling the magic into the arrows and firing them. The speed at which I’m firing allows me to not keep the heavy magic inside my body long enough to get hurt.”

“So it’s like a game of hot potato. Zephyr gives you magic, and you quickly throw it away through an arrow to not get burned.”

“You know the game?”

“The kids in the village play it a lot.”

One thing had become clear to everyone in the arena. While most of them were here to watch, and the others were trained archers, Aella was neither. She was a weapon of mass destruction masquerading as a beautiful and graceful elf.

“All that power!” The maids watching from the VIP room gasped, unable to believe what their eyes were seeing. Aella was on a whole other level compared to the other archers. She alone could shift the tides of war with just one arrow, let alone her going on a firing spree.

But before anyone could approach Aella, it was Arad’s turn to show what he could do. He looked at the referee and smiled. “I’m just like her. I’d like to take one shot first to show the power you’d expect and then blast it. I guess that’s not a problem.”

The referee remained silent for a long while and then gasped, “As long as the power you display in that shot can be carried into everyone shot when you rapid fire, then it won’t be a problem.”

It was like giving the crowd a simple one-shot to show what was happening and then firing it on mass.

Arad approached his standing point and looked at his wall in the distance, a faint smile crossing his face as he lifted his palm, conjuring a fist-sized stone.

All the earth wizards who were watching paled as they saw the horrific mass of earth magic that Arad compressed into the stone. That stone must weigh at least several tons. It was unbelievable that he was holding it.

Arad threw his arm back. All the muscles on his body contracted, and the veins beneath his skin bulged. The ground beneath his feet cracked, and the stone left his palm burning like a meteor.

The stone pierced the wall, shattered it, and flew into the horizon, hitting a mound at such a speed that it evaporated the ground, causing a massive flash of light and then an explosion powerful enough to shake the ground.

Arad’s throws were as fast and devastating as meteors. Thanks to his skill with Gravity Magic, Size Magic, and Earth Magic. He uses earth magic to create a massive stone, size magic to make it fit into his palm, and gravity magic so he can throw it at blinding speeds without sacrificing its mass.

Arad had come to realize that weight and mass are two different things. Mass is something that everything has, while weight depends on the gravity affecting an object of a certain mass.

The higher the mass and the stronger the gravity, the heavier something is. That means that if Arad used gravity magic to reduce the natural gravity effect on an object to zero and turn it weightless, it could still care enough of an impact since its mass didn’t change.

And since those stones are weightless in his hand, he could throw them with ease.

“Didn’t he say that he killed a demi-god by throwing a stone?” The referee gasped, realizing that Arad wasn’t joking.