The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 1039: Volume 33, Where to Go, - 27, The Battle that Sways the City (10)

Chapter 1039: Volume 33, Where to Go, Chapter 27, The Battle that Sways the City (10)

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Komer’s eyes suddenly brightened. It seemed that Caesar really intended to teach him a profound lesson. The performances of Macroni and Hilton had not satisfied Caesar, and now Quintana, the knight whose status in the Wind Riders was second only to Caesar, was about to take action. Quintana’s Divine Sword of Sky Light was said to have reached the transcendent and holy realm, and ordinary warriors could hardly receive even one of its strikes.

"Lord Caesar, don’t you think that this sort of move-by-move combat is becoming excessively tedious and complicated?" Komer suddenly interposed.

Caesar’s eyes instantly narrowed. He detected the thick will to fight in Komer’s words. "Lord Komer, if you have any good suggestions, feel free to speak up. As the guest dictates, so shall I comply without question."

"Heh heh, Lord Caesar, you see that you have so many warriors behind you eager for battle, and my subordinates and friends also wish for this battle to reach a clear conclusion sooner. Since we have both chosen our paths, why not let this baptism be more violent, more insane?" Komer began to smile. "I know the knights of the Wind Riders are extraordinary, far beyond the reach of Nicosia’s Three Great Knights Regiments, but we too would like to know just how high the standards of the Windriding Knights truly are. Could Lord Caesar possibly allow us Nicosian knights to be enlightened?"

"Just these knights of Nicosia?" Caesar’s eyebrows raised in disbelief, thinking these fellows before him could stop the Wind Riders? That was pure folly!

A ghostly smile appeared on Komer’s face. "Lord Caesar, would you like to witness the true strength of the Dark Lineage? Its strength is not limited to these people before you. You should know it has many powers beyond the imagination of mortals."

"Hmph, are you referring to the undead or puppet magic dolls?" Caesar’s eyes shone more brightly and sharply. "I’ve long wanted to witness the so-called profoundly mysterious necromancy of the Dark Lineage. Bring them out and let’s see how much of a stir these evil filth can cause under our Holy Light Technique!"

"Heh heh, of course, they will certainly make an appearance. I just hope, Lord Caesar, that you won’t be too disappointed," Komer replied with an even happier laugh.

"Hume, why not let the knights witness what Lord Komer is talking about," Caesar nodded very composedly. "Well then, Lord Komer, Knight Hume shall experience what you’ve mentioned. What about us though? Lord Noyola has long been itching for a go, and I am also feeling a bit eager. What do you say, Lord Komer? Are you interested?"

"Knight Caesar, it is a supreme honor to await your invitation. As for Lord Noyola, would Knight Caesar be interested in joining forces with him?" Komer’s expression became somewhat solemn.

"What did you say?!" Caesar inwardly raged. Someone dared to publicly challenge the combined forces of him and Noyola?! Was that even possible? Such impudent bravado from this ignorant kid!

"Take it easy, Lord Caesar, you seem to have misunderstood me. I did not mean to challenge the leaders of the Wind Riders and the Court alone; I just think that if Lord Noyola’s magic and your martial arts were to join forces, it would be a rare opportunity that many would not want to miss—including me."

Although both parties maintained politeness in their conversation, once the last veil of pretense was stripped away, no one held back any longer.

Caesar scrutinized his opponent carefully, puzzled by his smile and confidence.

He did not believe the opponent would dare to be so arrogantly bold. If he were to join forces with Noyola, who in the world would dare to provoke them? Komer, just because he had embraced the heritage of the Dark Lineage? Caesar was confident that if he and Noyola joined forces, they could end the opponent’s life within three rounds!

"Oh, it seems Lord Komer really wants to measure the gathering of magic and martial arts of the Church of Light? You’ve chosen me and Lord Noyola, so shouldn’t I also have the right to know our opponent?" Caesar’s gaze flickered with a flame-like glow; it had been a long time since anyone had dared to speak so boldly in front of him. It was indeed interesting, this trip was not in vain, based on the opponent’s spirit, the battle was worth it!

"Of course, Lord Caesar, as you wish." Komer laughed heartily and called out loud, "Shatima, Mihayevich, Lord Caesar wishes to witness the might of our Nicosian warriors and mages, can we let him return disappointed?"

Shatima, on the verge of exploding with power, already had the large Dragon Spear in hand, with the energy of the Ice Dragon coursing and surging through his body, the icy blue Luminous Flame emanating gently from the spear along with the Fighting Qi.

Upon hearing Komer’s call, Shatima could no longer contain his excitement. With a graceful and muscular leap, he performed an exquisite volley and lunged through the air toward them.

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And yet, Mihailovich’s demeanor was much subtler, his presence barely noticed as he quietly took two steps to stand to one side, silently observing the battlefield, waiting for the eruption of fierce battle.

"Dragon Knight?!" Caesar’s piercing gaze, sharp as twin awls, probed Shatima, whose skin crawled under the scrutiny, feeling as if she was laid bare before her adversary, the discomfort palpable.

Caesar’s words made both Komer and Shatima shudder, Komer with a mix of surprise and admiration, while Shatima was utterly shocked. To think he could see her true form at a glance—this man, renowned as one of the mightiest among humans, indeed was no simpleton. In the realm of mortals, none could perceive her true nature, except for Komer. No one knew her real origins.

"Lord Komer, do you really think a Dragon Knight can change fate? No, no. To entrust your fate to such external, objective factors will only leave you stagnant. You might end up paying an unimaginable price. Let me make it crystal clear to you, the Dragon Clan cannot alter any human’s fate–not even if she transforms."

"Heh, Caesar, why do I detect a note of worry in your voice? Am I being oversensitive, or perhaps allergic?" Komer chuckled in retort, "Problems that can’t be resolved with words often require force, a fact we’re both well aware of. I won’t surrender just because of a few words you say, right?"

"Hahahaha! Lord Komer, it seems my goodwill has been wasted, like casting pearls before swine. Speak no more, this is Puppet Mage Mihailovich. I’ve heard your name before, long ago. It’s surprising to see you here in Nicosia, mucking about in these troubled waters."

"Caesar, standing in opposition to you is truly regrettable. I do not wish to antagonize the Windriders or the entire Church of Light, but I am left with no choice, for you do not wish to leave us any room to live. You never did. So, it seems we can only rely on our own hands to create everything we need," Mihailovich stated indifferently. To him, the opponent in the war mattered little; what was important was that he could use the Church of Light’s strong ones to test the works of his heart’s blood.

"Very well, I’m quite interested to see the puppet dolls of the Dark Lineage, to witness what monstrosities these puppets, tainted by the God of Darkness, can transform into under your hands," Caesar commented coldly with a nod, "Lord Komer, just the three of you then?"

"Caesar, if the three of us still fail to satisfy you, then at the necessary time, I will summon them to battle," Komer replied breezily, detecting the contempt in the other’s words. But his opponent would soon realize his error, as a miss is as good as a mile. "Besides, Caesar, if all us protagonists are engaged, what about those Windriding Knights behind you? Why not arrange some entertainment for them, too?"

Caesar was taken aback; he hadn’t anticipated his opponent would actually invite battle. The opponent was no madman; it seemed he still held an unseen trump card.

"Since Lord Komer has extended such a sincere invitation, how could I not appreciate it?" Caesar smiled casually over his shoulder, his tone suddenly becoming fierce, "My children, what are you waiting for? Show your true skills, let these cowardly Nicosians witness the inviolable dignity of the Windriding Knights!"

Thirty-six Windriding Knights swiftly responded to Caesar’s gesture, immediately changing formation. The twelve triangular offense units revealed their ferocious nature instantaneously.

This was the true killing move! An attack formation of three Windriding Knights, each one a match for a Sky-level Saint Knight—and on Komer’s side, who could contend?

"Uma, the knights of the Church of Light need an opponent, one that can truly display the wonders of our necromancy," Komer’s Magic Transmission resonated in a deep and prolonged echo, spreading throughout the surroundings.

The mask that had shrouded the woman’s face was finally removed, and even Caesar noticed the odd gleam in Uma’s eyes.

With the woman’s ominous movements, a vast Black Fog Field finally took shape amid Uma’s elaborate and exhaustive spells and gestures. As the fog thickened, even half of the square seemed to be engulfed in black mist.

The first to emerge from the fog were two Black Warrior Kings, wielding great swords. Their grotesque, rotting faces with gleaming white teeth, and the blue-gray great swords that seemed to be covered in spider webs, made it seem as if the entire square was suddenly obscured. (To be continued. For further information, please visit www.qidian.com. More Chapters are available there to support the author and for authorized reading!)