Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 732: 342: Draw the Sword, Behead the Snake. _2

Chapter 732: Chapter 342: Draw the Sword, Behead the Snake. _2

The enormous and splendid Demon Rune appeared below, as a giant snake head covered in thorny scales emerged from the Array, opening its mouth to devour Met along with Leon.

However, the backward spinning Garner traced the Earth Scythe’s trajectory, and Leon, already surrounded by arcs of electricity, flew to the back of the Magician.

The Magic Spear Wing Blade flared with blazing light, and the Molten Flame Blade slashed down Heaven Break.

Met’s Venerable Body, not yet reaching Mage Athias’s level, couldn’t hinder it in the slightest; Garner’s airborne slash cleaved open his skull, splitting the Magician’s body from head to crotch—into two halves.

The summoned giant snake’s body turned into scattered points of ghostly light.

——The two halves of the corpse fell from the air, the burnt edges by the Molten Flame Blade not spilling a drop of blood.

Falling to the ground simultaneously with the corpse, Leon raised his Magic Spear, his gaze focusing sharply on the Warlock Master who was barely turning his magic in fright.

Glaring from afar at Met’s remains, which were dismembered within a few breaths of engagement, Wisemar gripped the Magic Wand tightly, hesitating to release the accumulated Magic Bullets in a volley, his mind filled only with inextricable doubt.

What exactly happened?

How did Baron Avalon, previously at his wit’s end, suddenly gain such immense power in an instant?

Could everything before have been a façade? If he had such martial prowess, what was the need to toy with the two of them?

“I’ll give you only one chance, disperse your Magic Power and bind your arms, and I might spare your life, handing you over to the King for judgment.”

Leon raised the blade of his spear, stepping toward the opponent.

He didn’t act immediately, considering that Wisemar, in another possible future, wasn’t an enemy but instead an ally once he became the leader of the Warlock Society.

But now, with no relationship between them, facing this Warlock Master who had misstepped and colluded with the Athiasian, nearly killing him and Ines, he had no reason to let him go.

The Magician sneered, glancing at the pit erupted from the magic clash between him and his opponent.

“Hand over to that lad from the Hecha Family? At this point, might as well kill me outright!”

Before the words fell, the bursting Magic Bullets screeched with a piercing shrillness, scattering forward like a meteor shower.

The continuous explosions, like artillery strikes, did not hit Leon’s flickering electric-like form, and the Knight holding the Magic Spear once again transformed into a thunder dragon, rushing forth.

Releasing the long-prepared attack, Wisemar had a fleeting moment with a free hand, roaring as he struck the ground fiercely with his Magic Wand.

The full release of the immense Magic Power incited violent tremors, the courtyard ground cracked, descending into earthquake-induced collapse.

Detecting the disappearance of the Magic Ceremony and the Royal Palace earth beneath no longer as solid as before, he knew this magic could work.

He didn’t expect this war spell to threaten the powerful Magic Knight capable of transforming into Thunder before him, but there were not just two people present.

…. Princess Ines, who had long fled to a corner behind the statue of Gervin, hadn’t steadied herself during the quake, finding herself with an empty footing, nearly falling into a pit.

“——Ah!” The girl, before falling into the opened ground fissures, clung to the statue’s base, but the heavy stone sculpture was also collapsing towards the fissure amid the earth’s tremors.

Yet before she could cry out in panic, Ines’s vision blurred, and she felt her body being lifted high into the air, in a blink already moved outside the collapsing courtyard.

Curled in Leon’s arms cushioning the landing impact, Ines’s rapid breathing had not yet calmed; gazing at the scene of the collapsing Holy Sword Courtyard, she couldn’t help but look up at Leon: “Don’t worry about me, you must pursue that Wizard~! Don’t let him get away!”

Leon frowned…

Chasing with Ines was naturally unrealistic, but leaving the girl alone was something he couldn’t rest assured of.

But before hesitating for a few seconds, Leon suddenly relaxed his brows.

He lifted his gaze toward the distant rows of gradually brightening firelights, and even without Olivia’s powerful senses, he could faintly hear the boiling commotion around the inner court of the Royal Palace.

A series of sharp military whistles, loud alarm bells, deep horns, and the furious shouts of the Royal Palace Guards.

“Don’t worry, he won’t escape; I must first find reliable guards to protect you, then I’ll track down the enemy.”

Ines opened her mouth, seeing the determination in Leon’s eyes, she could only nod helplessly: “Alright.”

Leon immediately raised his head, watching a few Pegasus Knights, holding high torches, sweep low across the night sky, feeling greatly relieved.

The thousands of Forbidden Guards possibly comatose due to Ancient Magic had awakened; he no longer had to fight a lone battle.

Feeling the invisible Sun Holy Sword on him, Leon could not help but sigh inwardly, wondering if leaving the Great Magic within the sword, possibly created by Lady Aphrodite, the Dusk Knight… was an unintended deep pitfall for his descendants?

Temporarily restraining his emotions, Leon only hoped his success in interrupting the enemy’s original plan, wishing for not too much sacrifice on this chaotic night.

With Ines, light as a kitten, securely held in his arms, Leon took a step and leaped high, skillfully vaulting over the courtyard destroyed by Earthquake Magic, running towards the area with the most detectable guard footsteps sounds.

…

In the palace alley, Wisemar’s boots, engraved with Magic Technique runes, shimmered as the Warlock Master, devoid of any grace, fled desperately.

Upon realizing that everyone comatose in the Royal Palace was awakening, he knew neither those arrogant Athiasians nor the Magicians under his command participating in this crazy act were doomed.

He also had no chance to warn comrades accompanying the Athiasian spies.

Not to mention that Baron Avalon, who had become as strong as a different person.

Currently, among the raging Forbidden Guard army in the palace, the countless Royal Knights under Marcus’s command could easily turn a few Magicians and apprentices into mincemeat.

Fortunately, that Baron Avalon, as Princess Ines’s lover, had a weakness to exploit; otherwise, escaping tonight would be difficult.

Moving like the wind, using Shadow Magic to hide within shadows and avoid several patrols of guards, Wisemar gritted his teeth in frustration, wishing he could give Met, carved into slices, a few kicks, yet understanding that regret was pointless now.

The only option was to escape quickly, and perhaps he could have a chance to connect with the Athiasians and flee to the Eastern Continent…

Getting ever closer to the palace perimeter, he felt a sense of post-crisis relief and survival, but the familiar and resounding eagle’s call startled Wisemar, forcing him to look up at the night sky.

With the aid of Night Vision Magic, he saw a Griffin sweeping low.

——Earl Nos?

This was his habitual first reaction.

But the next moment, Wisemar suddenly remembered that Baron Avalon also had a Griffin!

Did he come so fast?

But wasn’t his Griffin barred from entering the city due to the airspace restriction??

The giant beast in the night sky headed straight towards him, and Wisemar was shocked, knowing how these powerful creatures’ eyes were impervious to the dark of night, forcing him to hide in a side corner, casting Invisibility.

With a thunderous crash, the massive Griffin landed with its wings flared, the gale subsiding slightly.

On the high saddle, the reins lightly tugged, the Knight’s Long Spear pointed directly at the shadow where Wisemar hid.

A chilling voice laden with killing intent echoed in the Warlock Master’s ears.

“I can’t see you, but I can hear your heartbeat and smell the blood on you…. That’s the scent of my husband’s blood….”