The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 859: Volume 26: Gathering Momentum, - 18: Here We Come!_2

Chapter 859: Volume 26: Gathering Momentum, Chapter 18: Here We Come!_2

How interesting, Komer stroked his chin thoughtfully with his left hand, a Light Mage skilled in Psychic Magic—truly intriguing. Komer had also felt some regret about Noyola and Lorenzo’s absence, having mustered enough energy to lead a sizeable force prepared for a lively encounter with those two, only to find out they had both surprisingly missed the event, leaving Komer disappointed while secretly praying for divine assistance. But now it seemed that he would still have a fair bit of fun, at least this Psychic Mage was worth his consideration.

The other three Mages also appeared to be no ordinary challengers, which puzzled Komer greatly. Hadn’t the intelligence from the Salvation Society indicated that Noyola and Lorenzo should have left a few days ago and likely took with them a large number of important figures from the Court? Noyola and Lorenzo had indeed departed, but what was the deal with these four Mages? Could it be that these fellows didn’t count as important players within the Court?

And then there were those three Semi Holy Knights, who had already reached the Heavenly level; Komer just needed to sense them briefly to know that each of them possessed strength only one step away from ascending to the sanctified realm. To some extent, if any of the three Semi Holy Knights faced either Noyola or Lorenzo one-on-one, they might be defeated, but in a two-on-one situation, they would surely dominate. With three against one, perhaps Noyola or Lorenzo wouldn’t even have a chance to escape. How could such formidable characters suddenly show up, and who exactly were they?

All the hairs on Solonberg’s body stood on end—he wouldn’t regret this trip! When the three Heavenly Knights appeared within sight, Solonberg immediately cast aside his displeasure from hearing the Court’s two major leaders were absent. The emergence of such opponents meant that no matter what the outcome, this trip would be worth it.

The first Heavenly Knight, who advanced as if he was treading on air, became Solonberg’s target without a doubt. A faint white halo formed around the opponent’s body, and the milky Light Fighting Qi became slightly luminous. This was the quintessence of Light Fighting Qi at its peak. The fact that he could reach such a level in every move made it no wonder he led the way so confidently. And facing Komer’s group, the Knight exuded such composure and self-assuredness, looking down on them as if they were ignorant ants, stirring an indescribable anger in everyone, including Komer and Solonberg, ready to erupt.

Vladimir Koff was also tense all over, his gaze locked firmly on the Heavenly Knight in the middle, whose expression remained the most serene. This Knight didn’t even bother to draw his Knight Spear from his back, instead casually playing with his Knight’s Sword while walking, carefully wiping it with a snow-white piece of silk as if everything before him was unworthy of his attention, and only the task of cleaning his sword deserved his utmost dedication.

That’s the poise of the strong!

Vladimir Koff felt an urge to howl with excitement. He knew he was still a notch below his opponent, but that was the very source of his excitement. It was by challenging those stronger than himself that he could continually elevate his pursuit in Martial Dao, and experiencing the frustration of finding no worthy opponent was, for someone of his caliber, the greatest vexation.

To challenge the strong, even in death, there’s no regret! This is the pursuit of a Warrior.

Shatima evidently didn’t share the same sentimentality and excitement as Solonberg and Vladimir Koff; for her, having a decent opponent to vent her growing frustrations was enough. During her time in the Caucasus, she had only managed to spar seriously with Lecler. Figures like Solonberg and Vladimir Koff were no longer willing to test their skills against someone who relied purely on brute strength. This time, an opportunity finally presented itself, with three opponents, each a match for her. Shatima was not as fussy as Solonberg and Vladimir Koff; she would take whatever roles they left, for they were all but objects for her to dominate. As long as her power was sufficient, not leaving her wanting for more of a challenge, that was enough.

The last Heavenly Knight didn’t exactly inspire compliments; compared to the arrogance and indifference of the first two, this short, plump figure’s knight garments seemed completely out of place, always leaving the impression that something was missing. His round head looked like a ball of pudgy flesh, but the axe-spear in his hands reminded one of his warrior status.

Typically, an axe-spear was an unlikely choice for a knight’s weapon, as they preferred the knight’s lance and the knight’s sword, which, like their armor, had become symbols of their rank. Without these weapons, their knightly identity seemed questionable. Yet, this fellow, with his squat winter melon build, a serious but comically laughable expression, ill-fitting knight attire, lacking both lance and sword, wielded an axe-spear almost the length of a knight’s lance. It was only the indifferent expression in his eyes that hinted at his mercilessness should he strike.

Komer quietly sensed the changes around him. His Dark Eyes had opened, allowing him to feel the altering dynamics from all directions. It seemed that most of the Salvation Society’s intelligence was accurate; the Religious Court did not appear to have many hands, at least far fewer than usual were heading towards the Tower of Imprisonment. Unexpectedly, he encountered so many tough characters at the Tower itself. However, as long as Noyola and Lorenzo were absent, Komer was confident that the characters before him were not enough to block his path, though they were also quite formidable.

The buildings in Marco City were considerably scattered, the entire urban area appearing very spacious and disorganized. Apart from the West Fan Palace standing tall in the center as a landmark, most other buildings were positioned at the edges of the city. The two cathedrals were still quite a distance from the Religious Court. Even if they received an alarm from the Court, it would probably take an hour to get here—an hour was the bottom line for this battle.

"Marco, we are here! Rebry, we are here! Church of Light, we are here!"

With a faint smile, Komer confidently took a step forward. Although the three Heavenly Knights still maintained their dignity and stood at a distance, the four mages had already formed a semicircle and locked onto Komer and his group. However, everyone seemed to be exercising a remarkable level of restraint, as if they were waiting for something.

Komer’s words were like a spark that suddenly fell on a dry field, setting the entire land ablaze. The eyes of Giovanni, Konti, and the group of Dark Mages behind them seemed to burn red like fresh blood. To be able to indulge in Marco City, considered a Holy City by the Bright Holy Teaching, in front of the Religious Court and the Tower of Imprisonment was without a doubt an enormous thrill and challenge for a believer of the Dark Lineage.

For Mihailovich, Newman, and Clarence, this was also an opportunity to gain the greatest honor. Marco City’s stature was not only monumental to the Church of Light and the Dark Lineage; it was akin to the existence of Bohemia’s capital, Magic City Prague, and in some ways, even more prestigious. After all, the Church of Light’s influence had exceeded the realm of magic, and for mages, challenging Light Mages in Marco City was an aspiration of lofty heights. (To be continued... For more information, please visit www.qidian.com. More Chapters available, support the author, support authorized reading!)