The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 855: Volume 26 Ready to Strike - 16 Arrogance

Chapter 855: Volume 26 Ready to Strike Chapter 16 Arrogance

"Mihailovich, do you have any objections?" After a long period of contemplation, Komer finally turned to ask the Puppet Mage who had been silent all along.

"Lord, we are taking chestnuts out of the fire, which is quite dangerous. If we talk about Mage power, we might barely manage to compete with the Church of Light, but when it comes to the power of knights and warriors, we are too weak. The Church of Light’s power is not limited to Mages alone; their Knights regiment, though less in number compared to those of various secular countries, is almost entirely composed of masters and strong combatants," Mihailovich obviously had been constantly calculating the risks of this adventure, "Mr. Fran’s words are quite reasonable. We might be able to rescue Rebry, but may not be able to escape the Church of Light’s determined pursuit. In the Northern Wasteland, knights clearly have an advantage over Mages. How do you plan to solve this problem?"

"I have considered this too. The war between Mages and knights has never been about terrain; the so-called advantage simply refers to temporary encounters. If we are prepared, naturally we must guard against such situations. I think Magic Scrolls may help us solve many of the issues, and of course, we will prepare a variety of shows for these Light Knights," Komer smiled, apparently confident in his plans.

"If Lord has already taken this into account, then there is nothing to worry about. I, like the others, am very much looking forward to this war," Mihailovich nodded. This battle would undoubtedly be an open challenge to the Church of Light, and once it began, it could very well be a fight to the death.

When Komer led his group hastily across the Western Kingdom’s fields, now somewhat desolate, another group of people passed by in the opposite direction, but the direct distance between them differed by dozens of miles. No one could have foreseen such an event, and a potential fierce battle slipped by unnoticed because of the distance in space.

Komer and his group appeared as a caravan outside Marco City. The prestige of the Holy City was no vain boast; almost all of them were visiting for the first time. As the Holy Land of the Church of Light, it gathered the most magnificent and luxurious churches and palaces on the whole Blue Continent. Here one could see devotees with faces lost in adoration; fountains, sculptures, buildings, even the gatehouses and the exterior walls of ordinary residences were embellished with paintings and sculptures with legends of the God of Light everywhere. Perhaps even an extremely ordinary bridge had once been haunted by a saint of the Church of Light, and a particular palace wall might have been where a past pope once meditated and practiced asceticism.

However, as soon as Komer and his group set foot on the streets of Marco City, they felt a pervasive oppression. It stemmed from the lingering aura of countless valiant souls of the Church of Light that had been shattered over hundreds of years. The naturally opposing auras gave Komer and his group an uncomfortable psychological shadow. Even though the Salvation Society’s covert network had arranged for them a most remote and derelict residence, they still couldn’t escape this psychological pressure.

Seeing that his group was still somewhat listless, Komer had to risk casting a small Psychic Magic spell to bolster everyone’s spirits. Although this kind of psychic spell did not belong to Dark Spells, it was released with the foundation of Dark Magic Power. If at this moment a Light adept with a sensitive Spiritual Sense happened to pass by, they could detect the presence of so many dark remnants in this quiet and desolate house, and even a fool would know what kind of conspiracy this group had come here for.

The dark night was actually the most peaceful and secure time for these individuals. In this city, it was only in the darkness that they could feel somewhat at ease, as every blade of grass and tree seemed soaked with Sacred Objects of the Light, constantly triggering a destructive impulse from the Depths of the Mind.

Komer sat quietly in his room, eyes closed and resting, yet his mind was tumultuously active.

Tomorrow’s battle might indeed be earth-shattering. The prison tower and the headquarters of the Religious Court were too close for comfort. Even if his group could swiftly deal with the Religious Court officers guarding Rebry, doing so without causing a stir was impossible. Since the detention site for heretics surely had an alarm system directly connected to the Religious Court, perhaps no sooner would they start their move than the Court’s people would arrive. Hmph, it might as well be. Noyola and Lorenzo have taught him a powerful lesson, making him understand that there are always greater powers. He too should let them understand the irrefutable truth that blood debts must be paid with blood.

The door opened silently, and Komer did not open his eyes.

The only ones who could barge into his room so unscrupulously were Uma or Shatima. But Shatima would never enter this quietly; she, who would rather cause trouble than go unnoticed, would hate not to let everyone know her exceptionally close relationship with him. Uma, however, always slipped in like this, neither too bold nor too reserved. It seemed that the soul of Saint Iliana had not yet succumbed to her.

He had to admit that the Bright Holy Teaching indeed had exceptional methods of soul training. Even though he had diligently helped Uma to corrupt and melt the icy exterior of the other’s soul, the Saintess always managed to find ways to recuperate, and brute force simply proved ineffective, as countless failures had shown. It seemed that truly conquering the soul of this Saintess would be difficult, but maintaining this resistance made Komer even more satisfied. He was very interested in researching the Bright Holy Teaching’s proficiency in mental and psychic powers, a field in which Psychic Magic is often developed through countless failures. Komer had the patience and the confidence to learn from it.

However, for Uma, this was not a good thing. Being stuck in a stalemate was quite unfavourable to her, but no matter how tyrannically strong her dark power was, she could never extinguish that tiny spark of the soul in her opponent. Every time she exercised her dark magic power, soaking, corroding, devouring, grinding—all kinds of methods had been tried—but each time, that small clarity in the opponent’s soul would flicker like an unsteady candle in the wind, elusive and difficult to extinguish. This deeply frustrated Uma.

With no choice, Uma had to humbly seek help from Komer, but she was unsure whether Komer was unwilling to easily let her take over the body, or if he himself was also helpless. In any case, although the encirclement of that spark of the soul got tighter and tighter, she could not eradicate it completely. Sometimes the opponent’s soul fire could even burst forth intermittently, putting her own Dark Origin at risk of injury.

"Komer, how do you plan to use me in this battle?" Uma was never restrained in Komer’s presence.

"Hmm, you are my reserve piece, you can arrange your actions on your own, I won’t interfere with you. But you need to grasp the right moment well and not join the fray too soon. I suppose you wouldn’t be interested in the trivial skirmishes, right?" Komer said with a smile that was not quite a smile.

"Hmph, the Holy City of the Church of Light, the forbidden land of the Religious Court. I have longed for it for so long. In my last life, I wanted to desecrate it, but the Emperor didn’t give me the chance. I could only stand outside the city and wait. Heh, this time, how could I waste such an opportunity?" Uma was about to show a wicked smile, but a restlessness from deep within forced her to steady her mind and suppress the inappropriate trembling of her spirit.

Komer smiled lightly, "What’s the matter, Miss Iliana seems quite annoyed with your blasphemous talk? Uma, I think this is an opportunity."

"Opportunity? What opportunity?" Uma seemed somewhat unclear about the meaning in Komer’s words.

Komer gently tapped his finger, a gesture that appeared somewhat ambiguous. However, this body did not completely belong to Uma; to some extent, Iliana was still its master. So, this action could also be considered a disdainful challenge to the Bright Holy Teaching, "An opportunity to tame Saint Iliana, isn’t she holding a grudge against us for coming to Marco? Perfect, let’s let her experience how we wreak havoc in Marco and show her how her inviolable Holy City trembles under our feet."

"Hmm, that’s a good idea. But what does that have to do with taming her?" Uma frowned.

"Hmph, the soul fire is born from the tenacity of the spirit. Being able to nurture Saint Iliana’s mental defenses to such strength intrigues me greatly. The Church of Light has some techniques in this aspect that are worth our learning. We need to peel it away layer by layer. As long as we can break through her mental defenses, the soul fire will naturally dim. This war is about exposing the most cruel, bloody, and ugly aspects to her, forcing her mental defenses to collapse under the gruesomely real, only then can we achieve our goal. Uma, can’t you understand even this much?" Komer said with a calm smile.

Uma seemed to realize, but then she frowned again, her eyes filled with confusion and dissatisfaction.

"Are you complaining that I shouldn’t have said it out loud and prepared Miss Iliana?" asked Komer with a soft chuckle.

Uma didn’t answer, but her expression already confirmed it. (To be continued. If you want to know what happens next, please visit www.qidian.com. There are more Chapters, please support the author, support authorized reading!)