My Little Pony With Lightning Bolts の小説・ストーリー

Conri was standing behind me with his eyebrows raised and nodding his head at them. They both agreed and I explained, "Wait until you guys are used to fighting while levitated. I'll start raining lightning bolts on your asses. You will learn to pay attention to your surroundings while you're fighting." They both shouted, "NO WAY!" I flicked a small lightning bolt at each of them. It hit each of them on the arm and they both rubbed their arms saying, "OW! That hurt!" I laughed, "That's a tiny one. My medium sized ones can crush boulders into pea sized gravel. My extra-large ones can destroy a whole wolf pack. I have never used those at all. I don't want to be responsible for innocent people d

"Profound Sky Lightning!" Bang! With the sudden push of Samuel, a huge blue lightning bolt drove the surrounding blue air, like a huge lightning bolt, directly attacking the crowd...

In the end, it was like a group of ancient giant beasts stepping on the sky, trying to shatter the world. In the dazzling starlight, thunder spots that were bigger than wheels began to appear densely. The lightning spots came into contact with each other and merged together. In the interweaving starlight, they became bigger and bigger. In the thunderbolt spots, there was even more thunder and lightning. At this moment, it seemed that under the starlight, a world of thunder and lightning appeared!

Boom! The Lightning Tribulation struck down. The lightning caused an explosion. The second bolt of the Lightning Tribulation struck down ferociously, with Alex at the center. The Lightning Tribulation bolt was double in size and much more powerful than the one that had killed Charioce earlier. The moment it struck down, all Starborn City citizens trembled, let alone the Yggdrasill family. Some weak-willed people fainted right away. At this moment, the Chaos Tree in Alex’s mind palace shook violently, and the Chaos Beads on it emitted brilliant light.

She says and throws a stream of lightning bolts at him. Almost instantly, lightning and thunder surround us. Lightning bolts are coming at us from every direction, hitting the ground around us. I hear the sprites behind me scream in fright. I throw my arms out, wanting to protect them. I have to protect Baron as well. I know he would jump in front of a lightning bolt to protect me and my son, but wolves do not have the magic of the fae. He has no way to block that sort of impact and it could easily kill him.

Long Chen raised his hand, mocking the sky. BOOMMM… BOOMMM At that moment, the sky grew dark, and a crimson-gold lightning bolt struck Long Chen directly. Long Chen, struck by the lightning, endured while focusing on calming the turbulent qi within him. He knew this was not merely the same tormenting lightning that afflicted those ascending to the immortal realm. This was more than just lightning—a single loss of focus would reduce him to ashes. That was why Long Chen dared not be careless or reckless in facing his tribulation.

He thought that he must've been imagining it, so he decided to shrug it off and left the arena. Little did he know, the pair of orbs had been watching him ever since he revealed his lightning in the middle of the match. They narrowed on Jai's back as he left the arena. The owner of those orbs wondered who that lightning elemer could be and how did he have lightning as element. The figure wondered especially how the young man managed to have white lightning instead of the ordinary purple one.

He inquires. “Burn an eyti like fire. A weapon made from opal will kill them, but aside from that you can use opals to ward them off,” she explains. “How did you kill them?” I ask curiously. “Lightning,” she shrugs, “Opals and lightning are their only weakness.” “You harness the power of lightning?” I ask in amazement. “Where do you think they got the name ‘thunderbird’ from?” She asks playfully. “That makes a lot of sense,” I nod thoughtfully.

“Oh, you won’t remember, you would have been just a small child. The Lightning Bird would appear, people would die. And it wasn’t just Idixat. It was my home, Isfap, Oren, Itoulp … even among the desert nomads.” Ilyria recalled the superstition she had grown up with. That the Lightning Bird was a portent of chaos, of unravelling, that he was warning or blessing depending on who was telling the story. Well, she had thought it just a superstition. “He killed them?” she asked.