Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 669: 312: Turmoil Subsided

Chapter 669: Chapter 312: Turmoil Subsided

Rumble!

The earth-shattering shockwave rippled between the blazing heavy axe and the honeycomb light barrier.

Mage Athias had learned his lesson, using only his teleportation spell to dodge the floating barrier that was smashed back, before pulling back the sturdy magic shield again, avoiding the powerful and mighty force he had previously endured on the carriage.

Kellan smashed down with his heavy axe but missed, sensing the danger in his falling trajectory and, like a nimble deer, instantaneously withdrew using the recoil force.

The spot where he would have landed cracked into a molten flame-boiling rock cavern, clearly a magic trap meant to consume the Great Knight.

Mage Athias was startled in his heart.

With one hand on his magic wand, he guided the descending electric grid from the condensed thunderclouds, each bolt of thunder capable of piercing steel and pulverizing nerves, fiercely driving back the strong native knight.

His left hand multitasked, summoning another scattered magic-guided crossbow arrow from the debris and rubble around, ready to launch.

Mage Athias quickly surveyed the scene, noticing that one side of the street’s buildings had already crumbled in the terrifying battle, revealing a slim chance of escape behind the ruins.

Amidst the reluctance to continue fighting, he realized that neither the 23rd Brigade of disguised Kantadar people who came with him nor the surrounding Imperial Dark Claw troops could persist for much longer amid the heavy encirclement.

He swiftly swung down his white-crystal embedded magic wand, projecting the engraved spell formation within, rapidly unfolding a high-order spell that spread demon runes, shaking the earth element’s law beneath his feet.

The earthquake-like tremor spread out, launching high waves of mud and stone like water from the fragmented and potholed ground already torn apart by the fierce battle.

The wave of mud and rock overturned the surrounding Orland soldiers, also cloaking the mage’s figure.

Taking advantage of a split-second gap, Mage Athias activated a round demon rune on the sole of his boot, leaping towards another street behind the ruins.

He saw the Imperial Dark Claw troops, who had infiltrated Oran for some time and acquired smuggled military supplies, engaging in a bloody battle against Orland’s forces, assisting his retreat.

In midair, the mage launched a magic-guided crossbow arrow from his hand, its siege crossbow arrow faster than sound, pinning to the ground an Orland Knight who attempted to intercept him, allowing him to safely land among the Dark Claws.

As he felt solid ground beneath his feet with a sense of relief, he suddenly heard a rush of wind from behind.

The mage spun around and swung his wand, pulling over the “Rodoa Strong Wall” honeycomb light barrier for defense.

Crack! A loud sound.

A giant wooden beam flew through the air, shattering upwards as it smashed onto the indestructible magic barrier.

Yet, Mage Athias did not see the enemy who had thrown the beam.

Instinctively shocked, he looked up, using his battle experience, to find the enemy arriving with a fake move.

Under the emerging dawn light, a flickering silver silhouette holding a black sword descended like a falling meteor, almost within reach.

‘You’re courting death!’ he raged in his mind, as he raised his wand, directly targeting the unavoidable and unshieldable figure in midair.

Dazzling hot elemental glows amassed at the white crystal on the tip of his wand, and after a piercing explosion, a tangible condensed light beam shot out.

The terrifying energy enough to melt steel walls instantly seared through the air towards the overhead native knight.

Yet, contrary to his expectations, the beam did not pierce through the knight’s body.

The blinding laser beam collided a few feet in front of the enemy, as if striking an invisible force field.

The energy form constrained by the spell formation disintegrated and dissolved, creating fiery ripples that scattered and spread when light flow and elemental structure degraded.

Olivia’s eyes shone golden behind her knight’s mask, enveloped in a torrent of high-density magic elements, her Victory Sword brought down a Great Griffin Slash right overhead.

The once sure-victory ace met such a situation, leading to a misjudgment, making the mage too late to dodge.

Unable to fathom the reason behind the disrupted spell, he was forced to sidestep and fully draw the “Rodoa Strong Wall” while horizontally supporting with his wand, along with the omnipresent “Venerable Body” protection, planning his second and third steps against the strike—

Snap!

In an instant, the shield shattered like glass; the powerful honeycomb barrier couldn’t even last a moment before the black blade long sword pierced through the magic barrier, striking directly downward with its formidable force, severing Mage Athias’s raised metallic magic wand.

Just before the black sword could touch Mage Athias’s terrified face, a massive eruption of magical glow poured from the fractured surface of his broken wand.

The energy cycle maintaining the Rodoa Strong Wall collided thunderously, causing a formidable backlash and a wand explosion, igniting a dazzling flare, the explosion’s shockwave throwing surrounding combatants away—friend and foe alike.

Olivia was blown back by the energy surge in mid-air, spinning like a thrown top, flying far away until finally landing heavily, with the burning remnants of her battle robe still smoldering.

The impact forced her to bend her knees slightly, retreating a few steps before stabilizing herself with the sword half-kneeled, breathless, feeling her organs seemingly shifted as if struck by a Horror Demon axe, aching faintly.

A third of her knight’s mask flew off, revealing beneath it the adolescent face cut by debris, narrowly avoiding deeper embedded shrapnel by turning her head in time.

The armor surface, recreated by the Dwarf Master Craftsman, was now densely cracked, with the skirt on the battle robe vaporized under intense heat impact, the chain armor beneath shattered, its gaps revealing the inner padding wrapping her thigh turned into black ash, tainting the girl’s originally white thigh.

Aside from facing the Horror Demon directly, she had never been in such a disarray.

Similarly, at close range, Mage Athias who bore the brunt of his magical wand’s explosion, ended up worse off.

Rolling across the ground like a skipping stone until crashing through the roadside wall.

The mage’s cloak, covering his long robe, burned away completely, with the inner one-eyed black robe reduced to rags, revealing his skin injured and bloodied by the blast.

The “Venerable Body,” his permanent body protection magic, couldn’t withstand such terrifying damage; surviving the explosion was sheer good fortune.

Amidst the smoke and pain, a scorched Mage Athias struggled to his feet.

“—Holy Sun Forbidden Guard…”

With difficulty, he uttered the words, his thoughts racing, convinced that the enemy before him was clearly the most troublesome opponent for spellcasters…a lapdog of the Holy Sun Church Prophet, specifically sent to capture high-level spellcasters for the Church Magic Ring’s sorcery.

Unforeseen in intelligence that, despite Orland’s long-standing skepticism towards the Holy Sun Church, there was now a Church official envoy in the Royal City, causing Mage Athias, caught unprepared and suffering a massive loss, to sink his heart.

With the Imperial Dark Claw and Empire warriors still able to distract the enemy, he could still risk his life betting on indirect damaging spells, but now….

Despair crept into his heart, yet his hands kept casting spells rapidly, trying both to heal his internal injuries and construct the most permanently effective combat magic he could conceive.

Unwilling to fail his mission and perish in a foreign land!

Years of intense magic studying, his skills greatly surpassing the dandy Pilireno, but that phoney could wear “golden runes,” while he remained a mere step away from official crowning, agonizingly barred from his rightful position.

“Is it because I hail from the inferior race? And he boasts long-lasting ties with noble families?”

No more futile summoning of the Rodoa Strong Wall, the mage crouched to draw a Dharma Seal, his powerful magic compressing the explosively shattering ground, compacting rising earth and rock into solid masses, transforming into dozens of high-density smooth “Rock Spears.”