Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 731: 342: Draw the sword, slay the serpent.

Chapter 731: Chapter 342: Draw the sword, slay the serpent.

Amidst the abstract contours of everything around, only those starry eyes were clearly visible in Leon’s perception.

He could never forget these eyes that transcended worldly depiction.

The image before him… could it be Lady Aphrodite from a thousand years ago!?

However, as he made contact with those eyes imbued with extraordinary magic, Leon noticed Aphrodite’s figure suddenly paused.

“I see.” Her distorted murmur echoed.

An inexplicable illusion of being watched by those eyes involuntarily imprinted on Leon’s heart.

“See what?” The towering giant’s image asked in response to Aphrodite’s soliloquy.

“Nothing, really…”

Her voice reverberated in the residual echoes from a thousand years ago, carrying a gentle tone of reassurance.

Her outline reached out tentatively in front of the Magic Pattern Ring.

Then, as if relieved, she put her hand down and slowly walked across the magic pattern, departing in the long timeline…

Watching Aphrodite’s silhouette completely disappear without a trace, Leon once more gazed at the exceptionally tall giant figure ahead.

A figure capable of wielding the Sun Holy Sword and conversing with Lady Aphrodite, a person of that era.

The giant-like male’s identity was evident.

The ancestor of the Drakemar lineage, Dusk Knight Gervin.

I saw the giant’s silhouette turn and walk from the large circle where Ines stood to the Stone Base, raising his hand to insert the Sun Holy Sword’s shadowy outline back into the ritual pedestal.

The Holy Sword’s outlines from different timespaces gradually aligned.

“… May I dream of meeting you again, Mother…”

Having returned the Holy Sword, Gervin lowered his head, his voice akin to a prayer.

His figure dispersed like smoke as the Holy Sword’s blade returned to its place.

In an instant, sunlight-like brilliance exploded from the surface of the Stone Holy Sword, under the curtain of light, the courtyard’s outlines discernible only in this mediation regained the colors perceived by human senses.

The light refracted from the essence of substances could once again be perceived by human eyes, reconstructing images cognizable by the brain.

The Holy Sword Courtyard, now “colored,” appeared like an isolated island floating in a void.

Leon moved slightly, realizing he regained his ability to act.

Ines, standing before him, was the same. The girl lifted her eyes, examining the surrounding, perception-defying environment with a mix of amazement and doubt.

“Are we… back?” Ines’s confused voice seemed not transmitted through air but directly imprinted upon Leon’s consciousness, echoing clearly.

Although the girl hesitated at the intimidating scene resembling the tales of the Cursed Land, she cautiously refrained from stepping out of the magic ceremony’s grand circle.

Leon couldn’t help but glance at the once-Garner connected to the Magic System in his hand.

His casting link had long since disconnected from this Great Magic Ceremony, and he could feel the magic element within him, surprisingly filled his circulatory system during the time reversal, leaving no discomfort at that moment.

More miraculously, in this extraordinary realm, every movement felt as if unbound by inertia and force barriers, indescribably giving a sensation both akin to moving in a vacuum, yet even more… “vacuum-like.”

Briefly casting aside unnecessary curiosity, Leon picked up his Magic Wand and walked out of the circle beneath him.

This magic, having started and reached such a level, was now autonomously operating, not sustained by his mere magic power.

Passing by Ines, he, under her gaze, approached the Stone Base.

Leon glanced at the Sun Magic Pattern glowing and heating on the back of his hand, an intuition compelling him to stretch out his five fingers and resolutely grip the sword hilt.

And this time, there was almost no sensation of exertion.

Anchoring the source of timespace, it effortlessly rose from the Stone Base…—an indescribable sense of falling swept from the depths of his soul, with the strings of all things slightly trembling in the descent from the void.

When the blade was completely drawn out by Leon…

…

……

The long-lost wave of sound suddenly penetrated Leon and Ines’s ears.

It was—

The whistling turmoil of Magic Bullets’ roar!

No time to observe the surroundings, Leon instantly turned on his heel, shielding Ines with his body.

Gale!!

Magic power poured out, as swirling wind blasts soared upward from Garner’s spear blade.

The large floor tiles within the Holy Sword Courtyard shattered along the track of the Wind Hammer’s impact, with the clash of the atmosphere against the Hot Element’s detonation launching stone and rammed earth skyward.

A thunderous roar pierced the night sky, echoing within the Royal Palace’s inner courtyard.

“?… What happened?”

No time even to be surprised by Baron Avalon’s magical retaliation, Wisemar’s cold gaze swept across the courtyard.

The Magic Pattern curtains in the Holy Sword Courtyard, how could they have disappeared?

In just the blink of an eye, the ancient secret rite that he and Met struggled to partially activate suddenly extinguished… Did Baron Avalon manage to instantly find a way to shut down the Ancient Magic???

A chill rose to Wisemar’s heart.

He knew that without the influence of that magic… all those in the Royal Palace connected to the ritual… weren’t they!?

“Stop looking around! Kill him!!! We still have a chance!”

The serpentine hiss along with Met’s shout brought Wisemar back to his senses.

The Warlock Master swung his Magic Wand, with layers of Magic Techniques’ patterns rapidly unfolding before him, each gleaming with menacing lights of Magic Bullets forming swiftly within each embedded firing mechanism of the magic runes.

Yet, in a flash of lightning, a look of consternation arose in his eyes.

In a blink of an eye… Baron Avalon and Princess Ines, where did they change into brand new clothes?

The approaching giant beast’s raw stench blew away the surrounding dust.

Looking up at the giant snake descending, fragments of familiar memories surfaced, with Leon’s black pupils deepening with burgeoning killing intent.

It wasn’t just fury at the path almost diverging from Olivia destined by their machinations.

Recalling Met’s previous words, painting them as enemies by misunderstanding, now proved absolute nonsense in his eyes.

No matter the path… this magician committing inhuman atrocities in secret forbidden spells, would always be a mortal foe needing to be slain.

Once already killed as a Ranger.

—Now, to kill once more!

He raised the Sun Holy Sword, insufficiently driven by magic power, transforming it into light.

In the next moment, azure points of light emerged in Leon’s eyes.

From another life’s path, his casting techniques felt somewhat unfamiliar, yet perceivable in this yet-to-be-cultivated body memory.

Perhaps not yet sufficient to replicate the instinctual speed when fighting Olivia, but against these two Northern Wizards he already “knew inside out”—!

His body and Garner became a speeding thunderbolt, with the Magic Gun blade, tracing the Hydra Sword’s path.

Howling thunderous Nine-Headed Flood Dragons, piercing through the veil of probability ocean, re-emerged upon the world, the once ferocious and daunting giant snake, belittled under the overwhelming phantom of dragon floodlines.

Two crossing strikes of “Cloud Reverse” and “Moon Rise,” transformed into the thunder dragon’s jaws, gnawing off the giant snake’s head.

The flying Thunder Spear’s blade approached Met amidst his delayed reactions, Thunder Strike piercing, provoking his Defensive Magic.

In one strike, it shattered the Rodoa Strongwall’s honeycomb magic pattern, with the magic’s solid collision hurling Met’s body into the air.

Facing the unreasonable speed of that lightning, Met, in his alarm, swung his Magic Wand activating the Spirit Realm Spell within it with horror.