Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 426 - 426 201 Heaven and Earth Overturned

426: Chapter 201: Heaven and Earth Overturned 426: Chapter 201: Heaven and Earth Overturned …The wilderness, filled with the clamor of slaughter and screams, Canis fought valiantly alone, holding off several monsters.

Dodging the swift lunge of the long spear, he swung his sword to sever the incoming wolf claw.

The moment enemy blood stained the wolf pattern armor, he closed in on the monster’s side.

With a forceful stomp of his steel boots, he leaped high into the air.

With sword in hand, the blade whistled through the air, slashing down!

With a wet crunch, sinews and bones were severed.

The Wolf Family Young Master cleaved the werewolf monster before him into two blood-spurting halves.

Watching creatures as powerful as a Knight of Valor being slaughtered within a few exchanges and rolling down onto the muddy ground in his bulky form, struggling to crawl with their mutilated bodies, Canis felt an unprecedented sense of exhilaration in both body and mind.

However, while experiencing the formidable strength bestowed upon him by witchcraft, he couldn’t help but complain.

Had he possessed such power and agility the last time, he wouldn’t have been too slow to react to the unexpected turnaround attack of the metal giant.

After all, his lifelong martial arts training and human opponents had never mentioned the possibility of a torso being able to rotate fully.

Having been struck by that iron giant’s heavy spinning blow, and dying once in such an embarrassing manner, Canis swore never to be caught off guard again.

Hearing the sound of slashing coming from behind, he swiftly turned and crossed swords, blocking the attack.

But another perilous Demon had already charged in front of him, its spear thrusting toward the Wolf Family Young Master.

Before Canis could react, a steel sword flying through the air suddenly impaled the bizarre werewolf’s bald head.

Watching Kovis’ Flying Sword spinning and opening the enemy’s crown, Canis surrounded by enemies suddenly felt the pressure lessen.

He pulled back, withdrawing his sword, stabbing it into the wolf body before him, twisting the blade and flipping over its back.

In the process of slicing open the enemy’s flank, he also dodged the slash from the third foe on the other side.

No sooner had his feet steadied than the Wolf Family Young Master roared, heaving the bisected corpse of the werewolf at his shoulder toward the enemy, knocking down the monster that tried to backstab him.

Without making a reckless counterattack and being surrounded again, Canis shook off the flesh and pus from his sword, and leaped a few steps back to Kovis’ side.

“Are you done?

Kid!

Is that guy dead or alive?”

Glancing at the Young Knight who had destroyed the witchcraft altar and was dragging the trapped person down from the rock platform, Canis turned his head and continued to raise his sword toward the encroaching werewolves, assuming a defensive stance.

“He’s still alive…” Kovis, after placing the unconscious Orad on the grass to the side, summoned back his blood-stained Flying Sword, ready to stand back-to-back with Canis against the evil monsters in front of the carved rock altar.

Suddenly, sensing the overwhelming Magic Power in the environment rapidly fading, Kovis looked up with realization.

Sunlight poured down through the hole that had dissipated like a burning rift.

The bemused laughter of the half-demons stopped abruptly, and their bizarrely smiling faces turned discontent and frenzied.

With screeching voices, those twisted half-werewolves charged towards Kovis and him, attempting to use their last moments to kill them.

But upon barely touching the intense sunlight, the twisted monsters seemed to suddenly lose their vitality.

Their gigantic bodies, driven by inertia, collapsed in vain.

And the merged half-human, half-wolf bodies seemed to dissolve like melting glue, with blood spurting from the seams and suddenly reverting to two halves.

Kovis raised an eyebrow, stepped back a little, and glanced at the human half-corpse that had rolled to his feet.

The hair-shedding face of the Eastern Border Knight had lost its bizarre smile, and its previously slimy skin quickly became lusterless.

Suddenly hearing a whoosh from above, the young man looked up and saw the Death Claw swooping down.

Leon, armed with the Magic Gun, had intended to support Kovis, but seeing the Suture Monsters bursting dead on the spot one after another, he immediately felt relieved.

Carrying his long sword, Canis approached with unfinished zeal, suggesting, “Hey, next time you call me for help, how about providing me with Spell support like this?”

He was becoming somewhat addicted to this feeling of power surpassing that which he had in life.

“Don’t you hate witchcraft?

Besides, do you think my Mana is inexhaustible?

This time we were few, and the environment was special, but in the future…

we’ll see.”

Feeling the Magic draining ever more, Leon quickly reached out to him, meanwhile canceling the Magic supply from two Netti Cards.

The effects of Boiling Heart disappeared from them, and before the Wolf Family Young Master could complain further, he was turned into a mist and flew back into Leon’s hands, condensing into a card.

Having taken back the Netti Cards, Leon dismounted from the Griffin and went over to check on his partner Kovis.

Confirming that although his younger brother’s Armor was badly damaged, he had not suffered any major injuries, he turned his attention to the unconscious Orad at his feet.

“Lola, there won’t be any hidden dangers, right?

Could a Demon have taken the opportunity to sneak into his body?” Leon wondered internally.

“…Don’t worry, they can’t break through the veil of reality so easily.

What that Desire Demon wanted was to remotely control this person’s mind in the quasi-spiritual ground and conduct a ceremony in the outside world to create a rift that allows them to appear.

Now that you’ve banished it back to the Spirit Realm, the impact of the Demon’s witchcraft can’t take effect after the Spellcaster is gone.

For this person, it’s equivalent to having had a nightmare…

well, or maybe a pleasant dream, nothing more.”

Upon hearing this, Leon let go of his worries.

He looked around at the headless wolf carcasses and the human corpses without lower halves, feeling sympathy for the warriors who had died in such twisted postures.

Fortunately, they did not end up completely devoured like Emmon.

According to Lola’s words, the souls that were not fully corrupted and polluted might still at least fall into the Dead Sea.