The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 678: Volume Nineteen: Lost Horizon - Eight: Broken Net

Chapter 678: Volume Nineteen: Lost Horizon Chapter Eight: Broken Net

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The Light Sword suddenly grew several times larger, and the scale of the spinning Light Ball increased geometrically, nearly covering the entire front. Komer, scared out of his wits, had nowhere to retreat and got bitten back by his own Dark Blood Devouring - probably making Lorenzo furiously ashamed. But in this moment, Komer suffered as the indestructible Light Sword, abandoning Rebry as its target, came for him, leaving him no room for complaint.

The two newly formed Stone Golems had no effect in impeding it whatsoever. As the Magic Sword Light Wheel spun and flew, the two solid Stone Golems turned to dust in an instant.

Without a moment to think, Komer intoned a spell firmly and the ground immediately opened up into a huge abyss. He had just enough time to fall in before the Magic Sword Light Wheel grazed past overhead, and Komer could even clearly feel the chill on the top of his head.

A furious shout from Lorenzo, who now had no mind to deal with Rebry - his thoughts were wholly focused on that damned country bumpkin noble who made him pay the painful price of using Saint Yuan Power. Lorenzo swore to make this damned bumpkin sink into the Abyss, never to see the light of day again!

To think that crude earth-based magic could dodge his Great Light Magic Sword was far too naive. With a light shake of the Magic Wand in hand, the Magic Sword Light Wheel executed a graceful roll mid-air, instantly locking on to the target speeding underground.

The intense Light Magic power suddenly erupted, and the dazzling Light Sword, flying in the air, pierced through the ground, sinking deep into it. The stone slab floor, which was incredibly hard, now seemed like tofu mixed with mud. As the Light Sword cut through, the stone slab and the mud churned and boiled as though bubbling porridge, with mud splattering around and a trench three meters deep and over a meter wide instantly forming alongside the fleeing shadow underground.

A piercing scream put a smile of triumph on Lorenzo’s face, but before the smile could set, it turned into a frozen expression. The Light Sword had clearly been desecrated by some extremely vicious Dark Force, and a faint grey fog enveloped the dimming Light Sword - "Damn it!"

Unable to help himself, Lorenzo roared in anger, almost losing control of his emotions, for he had clearly been duped again!

Below the crisscrossing trenches, a Zombie had already been cut into several pieces by the Light Sword, but the corpse’s bursting released a deathly aura that desecrated the supremely Holy Light Sword.

Although the Light Sword was merely a manifestation of Holy Power formed from the Holy Angel Staff borrowed by Lorenzo and not a physical object, the opponent was diabolical. The aura of death released by the Zombie’s exploding body even surpassed the rotting stench of the Undead, tainting the Holy Power of the Light Sword and causing its power to vanish instantly.

"Lorenzo, keep an eye on Rebry; this guy isn’t going anywhere!" Noyola’s voice came from a distance, adding to Lorenzo’s frustration.

Having to rely on Noyola’s help at this point left Lorenzo feeling unspeakably exasperated. The country bumpkin’s devious tactics were exceedingly low; the endless stream of tricks forced Lorenzo to admit that although he was far more powerful than his opponent, subduing him was not as easy as he had initially thought, especially given the frightening abundance of Magic Scrolls hidden on the opponent.

Komer could have never imagined that his feint would be detected by the other in less than ten seconds. When he felt the dirt around him pressing rapidly against his body, he knew that if he didn’t get up and escape, he might really have to lie in the mud for a lifetime.

An unusual evasive spell allowed Komer to leap out of the mud. However, when he saw the calm-faced plump elder standing firmly ahead of him, Komer realized that he might truly be unable to escape his fated capture today.

"Mr. Noyola, do you really intend to stand in my way?"

Komer’s face twisted into something ghastly, his pale cheeks revealing a sinister cyan hue. Noyola could even see the opponent’s lips moving rapidly - he was clearly chanting a spell to summon magic, and the slight vibration of his body alerted Noyola that the opponent was preparing for a desperate final struggle.

"Viscount Komer, I advise you that this is all in vain. We, the Church of Light, welcome you back from your strayed path, so do not persist in your delusions."

"Who will emerge as the victor remains to be seen!"

After the last words left his mouth, Komer let out a long howl. His tongue split, and a mist of blood sprayed into the air, instantly dispersing and forming an umbrella shape. Following a series of hand gestures and chants, a spiral of black smoke mixed with the blood mist finally materialized. The black smoke, now ballooned several times in size, turned into a pagoda-shaped dark cloud, with tiny sparks seeping out, appearing strangely grotesque yet splendid.

"Demon-devouring soul?!" Noyola’s expression immediately turned serious. It was one of the highest forms of Dark Magic, but if it were just this Dark Magic alone, it would not be enough to change his color. Many years of vicissitudes had exposed him to too many Dark Masters, including some who specialized in this field. However, today seemed different.

Demon-devouring soul mixed Psychic Magic with Dark Magic, and due to its vicious methods, most people considered it the apex of Dark Magic. It had a significant drawback, which was an extremely high demand for the caster’s Spiritual Power. Without strong Spiritual Power as support, the result would be the caster getting bitten back, and the consequence of the bite-back would render the caster a helpless idiot, wishing for death but unable to die.

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