The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 676: Volume Nineteen: Lost Horizon - Six: Still Fighting

The Light Power that burst forth almost instantly blew the Stone Golem standing before Komer into nothingness. He watched with wide eyes as the fortress-strong golem crumbled layer by layer into a cloud of dust. What happened in a flash felt like an eternity to Komer, as if he stood within a space-time hourglass beneath the heavens. The erosion of a millennium’s statue compressed into a mere second was a spectacle of devastating beauty. But

at this moment, Komer had no time to appreciate the heart-pounding historical beauty. The Infinite Skylight Power that roared toward him tested the purity of Komer’s Light Shield as soon as the Stone Golem vanished. Komer was forced to convert most of his Dark power into Light Force to withstand the impact. The surging Light Power crystallized his Light Shield into a sacred and polished hemispherical barrier, steadfastly resisting the relentless Light shockwave.

When the howling Infinite Skylight Power from Lorenzo finally collided with Komer’s slowly expanding Light Shield, the impact zone twisted bizarrely. Sensing danger, Komer skillfully retreated, avoiding the Spatial Rift that could devour everything. Under the overpowering Infinite Skylight, his Light Shield was nearly compressed into a thin sheet. The immense pressure caused his ribs to make clucking noises, suffocating and dizziness enveloped Komer. Fortunately, stepping back relieved some pressure on his body, allowing Komer to withstand this ordeal.

While Komer and Rebry struggled to withstand the immense shock of Lorenzo’s Infinite Skylight Power, Lorenzo himself was not faring any easier. Three giant Thunder God heads, resembling prison cages, along with six robust arms wielding the Hammer of Thor, emerged almost simultaneously from the gaps in the dark clouds. Amidst furious roars, the Hammer of Thor finally unleashed its wild Power!

Amidst the rolling dark clouds, countless golden snakes poured fierce Power from the gaps in the clouds with every strike of the Hammer of Thor, causing deafening explosions above Damarlinsk Castle. Each golden snake was aimed at a single target—Lorenzo himself, standing proudly beneath the stormy sky!

Three Hammers of Thor! Having traversed the path for decades, Lorenzo had faced more dangerous and arduous battles but had never witnessed such a heart-stopping scene. Countless golden snakes wove a dense electrical net that covered the heavens, completely enveloping him. The clashing Fire snakes emitted sizzling sounds, creating a peculiar scent as the fiery and wind-based Elemental Powers mixed together.

"Well met!" Lorenzo sighed lightly. Gone was his usual indecisiveness, replaced by solemnity and reverence. He half-raised his brightly shining Holy Angel Staff, a symbol of the highest enforcement authority of the Church of Light. Of the three in existence, one was sealed in St. Mark’s Church and the other was frozen in the Tribunal Central Pillar.

The Holy Angel Staff erupted a straight beam of light from the Angel Statue at its top, starting no bigger than a tabletop. But like the ripples on a watery mirror, it expanded in an instant, releasing into an infinitely large screen of light in the blink of an eye.

Lorenzo, with a serious expression, slowly raised the Holy Angel Staff in his hand. He silently recited a spell to control the Light Power that flowed and extended, mindful that the Light Shield of the Angel was not a high-level Light Magic that just anyone could use. It required not only profound Light Mana as the foundation, but also a blessed Sacred Artifact as a guiding prop—and Lorenzo had all the right conditions.

Raising the Holy Angel Staff was like lifting an immense burden. As his arm fully extended, Lorenzo’s stern face suddenly brightened as the Holy Angel Staff left his hand and began to rotate. Guided by the spinning Magic Wand floating in the air, the expansive Light Shield rose to meet the imminent torrent of electric nets.

What a magnificent scene it was! Countless golden snakes exploded upon colliding with the gradually ascending Light Shield. In that moment, the Hammer of Thor’s infinite Power was unleashed, like countless thunders blasting the sky. The entire Light Shield churned with Light Mist rolling upwards, interweaving with the net of lightning and fire, creating a wondrous myriad of images.

The golden snake electrical net, mingling with the light, displayed nine dazzling colors: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet, black, and white. At that moment, the thunderous roars faded away, leaving a hollow silence as though celestial music had ceased to be. But this quietude lasted only a second before the space of the light barrier turned crystal clear. Then, three massive Dark Rifts sprung into existence, hinting at the endless phenomena within—an alternate dimension. Anyone caught within, whether a Holy Mage or supreme Martial Dao champion, could not escape, only to abide by the God of Fate’s arrangement.

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The immense gravitational pull of the Dark Rift instantly devoured all the energy in its vicinity, whether it was the remnants of the Thunder God floating in the air or the light shield barrier that had been released. Everything was irresistibly attracted and plunged into the gap like moths to a flame, and even Noyola, who was watching from a distance, was inspired with a spirited vigor by this vast and beautiful scene.

However, the spectacle unfolding overhead had no effect on the fierce battle raging beneath the sky. After enduring the intense impact of the Infinite Skylight, Rebury’s top-tier wind magic, the Dragon Roar of the Wind Dragon, was finally unleashed. This had become Rebury’s strongest piece of hybrid magic after the incorporation of a certain degree of puppet summoning spell into his in-depth research of wind magic, and it was also one of the classic masterpieces that he was most proud of.

The illusory Wind Dragon, formed by the gathering of every wind element in the space, quickly solidified from a blur to clarity, leveraging the suppression of Lorenzo’s offensive thrust by the Hammer of Thor conjured by Komer. Rebury continuously channeled his mana, ultimately solidifying the form of the Wind Dragon.

Once the seven-meter Wind Dragon was fully formed, it immediately showcased its ferocious power. As Rebury, sweat visible on his brow, pointed with his staff from afar, the Wind Dragon executed a nimble somersault in the air with its wings spreading fiercely in a volley. The powerful dragon’s roar sent a myriad of solidified wind elements shooting forth from its mouth, transforming into razor-sharp Wind Wheels that fiercely attacked the still-defiant and upright Lorenzo.

Even Noyola couldn’t help but slightly change color at this move. With this single technique, Rebury was undoubtedly worthy of ascending into the realm of Elemental Grand Magicians, a level typically unattainable by ordinary magic practitioners in their lifetimes. Not to mention, he also possessed the profound foundation of Light magic, suggesting that he might have already entered the Archmage realm or even be advancing towards the Great Mage realm.

Far from being relaxed by the unleashing of the Magic Wind Dragon, the more powerful Rebury proved to be, the more evident became the strength of Lorenzo and Noyola. A powerful individual that could make even Rebury submit in awe was not someone who could be vanquished by one or two seemingly formidable spells. Komer had never been so naïve. Only by releasing all his strength without reservations might he stand a chance to find an opportunity amidst a desperate, electrifying moment of destruction.

Four figures appeared almost instantaneously without warning; White Skeletons wielding dark Reaper Scythes rose amidst howling Fierce Winds, conjuring vast shadows of black fog and the rich, nether Qi. The four Undead warriors had finally revealed themselves, roaring as they attacked their most despised and feared enemy! This also meant that Komer had cast aside all concerns, ready to wreak havoc unrestrained.

Since he could no longer escape the mockery of fate, Komer stopped considering any other options. Once in the hands of the Court, the Dark Origin within him would never escape the scrutiny of powerhouses like Noyola and Lorenzo. Someone as tainted by darkness as himself, if he fell into their hands, fortune would be the Gallows—otherwise, he would likely end up as a charred corpse upon the Burning Stake.

Rather than live in apprehension and die without fighting, it was better to exert all his strength for a spirited battle!

Komer, in releasing the two Undead warriors he had painstakingly cultivated, also summoned two illusory warriors using spells to coordinate their attack. The swift phantom warriors and Undead warriors nearly encapsulated Lorenzo in an instant, but before Komer could catch his breath, he consecutively cast several spells. Suddenly, the ground split open, and two massive Mud Giants erupted from the earth. After Komer had cast several powerful Solidification Magic spells, the once-wobbly Mud Giants rapidly grew in stature. In the short span of time, they had gained enough strength to launch their offensive, bellowing as they lumbered, yet not clumsily, towards Lorenzo.

"Well, well, showing your true colors, aren’t you!" Noyola inwardly exclaimed, a slight smile appearing on his face. This trip was not in vain; it seemed that Caru’s observations and analysis were correct—this Lord is indeed tainted by darkness, and his fall runs deep. How brazenly he dares to conjure Undead right before us, it’s an outrageous provocation! Does he really think he can escape punishment with these filthy things? It’s utterly absurd. At that moment, Noyola was for the first time moved by the thought of personally meting out punishment to this overconfident fellow.

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