The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 433: Volume 9: Phantom of the Ancient Castle, - 3: Madness

Chapter 433: Volume 9: Phantom of the Ancient Castle, Chapter 3: Madness

The Door slowly swung open, and under the illumination of the Sphere of Light Spell, every inch inside and outside the dark passage was visible, to everyone’s surprise, the opening of the Door did not trigger any reaction, the brilliant light emitted by the Sphere of Light Spell pierced straight into the interior; the empty corridor inside seemed long abandoned, and as if unnoticed by anyone, a faint mist, like dust, silently seeped and permeated outward.

"What’s going on? It doesn’t seem like there’s anything abnormal. Newman, are you sure this is the target we’re looking for?" Rebry looked doubtfully into the empty space inside the Door,

"Yes, Rebry, look, this passage has come to an end. Regardless of whether it’s the final point of the entire secret path, just think about the number of ambushes and traps set up here. Then consider the dangers we’ve faced, and I’d bet there must be something worthwhile inside. Look! There’s also a secret door here, hmm, it appears there’s a ban as well. Let me take a good look at it."

Newman, the first to step into the Door of the passage, could not wait to pull out another Detection Ruler and began a thorough detection. This kind of Detection Ruler not only has an extremely sensitive magical perception ability but can also adopt predictive calculations for mechanisms, which is Newman’s favorite instrument.

After a tense round of detection and calculation, Newman could finally breathe a sigh of relief; the secret door, according to detection, had no traps. Everything was normal, but it required a series of complex calculations to find the method to activate the secret door. Fortunately, Newman was most skilled with this set of calculation rules. By computing in his mind, he had figured out that to open the secret door, he only needed to press and turn at the center of the seventh circle from the left, down in the countless circles on the surface of the secret door.

The Sphere of Light Spell suddenly extinguished, replaced by an even brighter Holy Light Spell that lit up the entire passage inside and out; amidst the astonished gazes of those present, the Mysterious Magician seemed to have a hint of confusion and chaos in her eyes.

Rising at this time, the Holy Light Spell seemed to have little significance, and it even contained provocative connotations—after all, most of the people present harbored Dark Magic Power. The Holy Light Spell, which was shining on everyone so unrestrainedly, seemed to some extent like a declaration of war, bathing everyone in Holy Light Power, which could weaken and reduce Dark Magic Power. Even Mihailovich realized something was wrong.

"Miss Lome, what’s wrong with you? Please put away your Holy Light Spell, it’s not suitable here!" Although his tone was much more severe, the Puppet Mage still remained quite polite in his speech.

Ignoring the words of the Puppet Mage, the Mysterious Magician’s fingers suddenly came together, and then she violently scattered something into the air, releasing a series of light-based attack spells crazily targeting the Dark Knight, who was already on high alert.

"Azure Holy Flame," "Flying Snow Filling the Sky"—two consecutive high-level light-based spells flew over the Dark Knight’s head with no warning. The Azure Holy Flame formed a light sphere in the air, quickly turning into a round luminous flame the size of a brazier, seemingly attracting all the surrounding light and shadow, casting it all indiscriminately onto the prepared Dark Knight’s head.

"Flying Snow Filling the Sky" even more so exploded from a wide band of luminous flame belt in an instant, falling all around, firmly locking onto the Dark Knight. Even though Vladimir Koff’s whole body’s Fighting Qi had reached its peak, every piece of luminous flame that fell caused a series of fine explosions upon the vigorously surging Fighting Qi.

Shocked and angered, the Dark Knight could no longer care about much else, the Knight Spear vibrantly shot forth, drawing a long dark shadow aimed directly at the throat of the Mysterious Magician. The Magician’s figure flowed, a peculiar step that allowed her to turn quickly, her hands not stopping at all, one after another, the most pure and grand Light Magic released, growing more ferocious and violent, as if it were a matter of life and death, and she even enveloped another Dark Knight who was eager to try his hand into the battle.

Solonberg had been mentally prepared for a while, the Fierce Wind stirred by the Knight Spear immediately cooperated with Vladimir Koff to block the direction where the Mysterious Magician’s figure was drifting. At this time, the Magician’s body was already floating in the air, reciting spells, her giant cloak floating slowly, and with her face covered tightly, she looked more like a Dark wizard casting spells.

Arms crossed, Komer watched everything before him with a cold gaze, a strange emotion rising within him. He took a deep breath and to his surprise, found that even his emotions were starting to fluctuate, the idea of taking on this Mysterious Magician in combat growing stronger in his heart.

Upon reflection, he urgently turned his attention inward, only to find the tide of anger within him becoming increasingly turbulent. This phenomenon was obviously influenced by external factors, yet the fight between the Magician and the two Dark Knights could not have caused such a disturbance in him, could it?

Suddenly inhaling deeply and discerning carefully the almost imperceptible scent in the air, glancing at Rebry and Mihailovich beside him who showed a bloodthirsty gleam of excitement and even licked their lips, and seeing that Newman had also set aside his work and was watching the fighting sides, he realized, "Fog of Madness!"