Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 125 - 125 81 Unobservable_3

125: Chapter 81 Unobservable_3 125: Chapter 81 Unobservable_3 “You damn bastard!” Amidst the fierce struggle, Emmon reeled his head back in a fit of rage, trying to headbutt the boy behind him.

Leon deftly dodged by tilting his head, and without a suitable means of attack, he didn’t think twice before slamming his forehead hard against the enemy’s occiput.

Bang—a sound erupted as his blow landed on the layer of Magic Power enveloping his adversary’s body, feeling like he’d struck a stone; his forehead throbbing with pain, he achieved zero damage to the enemy but hurt himself considerably.

Seeing that head-butting was futile against the enemy’s Protective Magic, Leon recalled in the flash of a moment the Magic intelligence that Kovis had shared while assassinating Pilireno.

Such personal protective Spells by Mage Atiyas had almost no obvious flaw, except for being forceful enough to break through.

Stronger than the Golden Bell Shield and Iron Cloth Shirt from Leon’s memories, the Spell lacked any vulnerability, not even in the eyes or the lower body; otherwise, Leon would have already tried to gouge the eyes and strangle in such an opportune posture.

At the moment, the enemy’s mouth seemed to be the only weak spot.

At least for a True Position Mage like Emmon, it might not be possible to extend the Magic Technique to vital organs like those used for chanting spells, as an Official Position Mage could.

With this thought, Leon released the enemy’s right wrist with his right hand and jabbed his iron fingers towards the opponent’s mouth, intending to rip out that incessantly babbling tongue.

Realizing this intent, Emmon, in a panic, clenched his teeth to block the invading iron fingers.

Unable to pry open those tightly closed teeth, Leon temporarily gave up and quickly swung his hand to interrupt the Mage’s half-formed right hand Dharma Seal again.

Then, releasing his grip, he made a fist, with knuckles arched upward.

Leon’s iron-armored knuckle hammered down onto the Mage’s teeth.

“Ah!”

Hearing the stifled cry of pain from the enemy, the sensation was clear, as if he could hear the loosening of teeth.

Leon peered closer upon seeing blood on his knuckle joint and was overjoyed at finding the Achilles’ heel of this Mage bastard!

Pained, Emmon no longer dared to move his right hand in seals, struggling desperately to retract his arm, his palm covering his face to block the successive iron punches.

Boom, boom—Leon’s punch could no longer break through the sturdy back of the enemy’s hand, and he could only frustratingly attempt to twist and bend those fingers.

The two locked in a stalemate atop the Jun Ying.

Emmon, who had never experienced such an embarrassing fight, no longer had a sure way to escape.

In a moment of desperation, the bloodied Mage pressed his fingers against his forehead.

He no longer cared about taboos and dangers.

Concentrating Magic Power into his brain, Emmon stimulated his spirit and consciousness, tapping into the mighty Spirit Realm.

Through the gaps in his fingers, his eyes emitted a strange purple light, and as the Mage’s right hand relaxed, Leon pried apart the covering palm, and at that moment, Emmon suddenly turned his body and head.

His eerie purple eyes stared directly at the unsuspecting boy behind him.

(In Ancient Lorelette Language)

“Mortal—submit to me!!!”

His throat roared with a heavy echo as if countless voices overlapped.

The surging Chaos Magic activated Emmon’s soul, bridging the Spirit Realm and the reality beyond.

The eerie glow in the Mage’s eyes spread through his irises, and his solidified spiritual consciousness violently invaded the eyes of the boy behind him—

…

—A scream.

…

Blinding radiance.

…

Darkness…

…

For a long time.

Magic Power flowed through his body, gradually transforming into gentle Magic Elements.

“—Ah!”

Drawing in cool breaths, he suddenly opened his eyes.

Breathing in fresh air urgently.

The dusky evening sky came into view.

Where was this?

Leon propped himself up with a weary body and slowly sat up straight.

His confused consciousness gradually recovered.

No, that’s not right.

Leon almost jumped up from the ground in shock, turning his head to look around for the enemy’s figure.

But in the vast and dark field…

there were only the lonely chirps of insects.

And his Black Steed, which he had let go in the woods before the ambush, which someone had somehow brought back.

Was it Kovis who had retrieved the horse?

Wait, what exactly was happening?

Leon reached out and touched his body; although there was some pain, he didn’t feel severely injured.

But…

what about the Mage?

His memory still lingered on the moment he fought Emmon in midair.

Could it be that he had accidentally fallen from the Jun Ying during the fight, hitting his head and suffering temporary amnesia?

How could he still be alive then?

Wouldn’t Emmon have finished him off?

Looking down again, he realized the blond boy was also lying unconscious on the grass beside him.

“Hey!

Kovis!

Wake up!”

Leon crouched down and shook the boy’s shoulders.

But regardless of how he called or slapped his face, the pale-faced Kovis remained unresponsive on the ground.

Leon quickly reached out to check the boy’s breath and pulse.

Thankfully, he was alive; not dead—that was what mattered.

He was probably just unconscious.

Relieved, he looked confusedly around once more.

He couldn’t understand what was happening at present.

Could Miss Lora have helped?

But in the Mortal World, she could hardly even speak, did she still have Magic to help him?

And even if it was her, why didn’t he have any memory of this time?

It felt as if his brain had a black out.

All he remembered was fighting that Mage…

Had they crashed together?

After pondering, Leon quickly opened Kovis’s Armor to check the back, and beneath the Armor, the rune that could track the boy’s location was still shining with an unusually bright scorch.

His hopes were dashed.

Clearly, even if they had really “crashed,” that guy named Emmon was definitely not smashed to pieces.

Regardless, it was not safe to stay here any longer.

With his mind full of doubts, but knowing that the enemy was still alive, Leon did not dare to delay any longer.

He bent down to carry the unconscious Kovis, heading towards his regained Black Steed.

With some difficulty, he got the blond boy onto the horse, and then Leon mounted, recognized the direction of the moon, and immediately fled northward.