The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 895: Volume 28, Long Spear Plows the Courtyard, - 12: Kill Approaching

Chapter 895: Volume 28, Long Spear Plows the Courtyard, Chapter 12: Kill Approaching

Early in the morning, Komer had already removed the ban. Although the ban was merely an intangible chain in space, it always gave the caster a feeling of being shackled psychologically. If it were not for safety considerations, Komer would not have resorted to such a measure. Maha Gummi had already issued a warning; it seemed that some "guests" from the west had arrived in Poznan City. It was still unclear whom they belonged to, but with the situation in Poznan City just having stabilized, the sudden arrival of so many "guests" clearly wasn’t out of goodwill.

However, Komer was not too concerned. He couldn’t imagine who would want to trouble him at this time. The Church of Light certainly had the capability, but they seemed to be preoccupied with their internal issues at the moment. As for the Silesians, they should be grateful that he had not troubled them. The Galleians? If they did not wish to ignite a full-scale war, it was best they refrain from taking such risks. Komer didn’t think Zellin would be so unwise. After all, they were in a semi-war state, but there was also the factor of Vero involved; Zellin should know that he wasn’t ready to confront them just yet. Under such circumstances, who would provoke him?

The dawn gradually faded, and Komer subconsciously stepped into the back garden.

The Heine Family’s back garden was uniquely constructed; a central axis divided the elliptical garden into two halves, with cascading fountains and sculptures arranged in a terraced manner, harmoniously embedded among surrounding plants. A water channel at their base extended into the distance, all the way into the river. Ancient-style sculptures complemented by the surrounding green trees, and scattered stone benches and chairs adorned the entire garden, imbuing it with a warm and romantic ambiance.

Komer enjoyed walking alone in the back garden. Walking here during the clearest-headed time in the morning would bring him a good mood for the entire day; it was the one place in Poznan City that he still felt fondly about.

In two days’ time, Komer planned to leave Poznan City. Renta had gradually integrated into the life here, and Komer was pleased with the leisure it afforded him, leaving the formalities of nobility mostly to Renta and Puber. Although the nobles and merchants inwardly disliked this foreign conqueror, based on their understanding of reality, they knew they had no choice, and Renta’s presence had alleviated much unnecessary hostility to a certain extent.

Lecler had already inquired when his Knights regiment could leave Poznan and return to Homer. After all, this was not their homeland. The knights weren’t afraid of going to battle, but when the war had receded, they preferred to stay in their homeland. Thankfully, the indifferent Half-Beastmen and Barbarians didn’t yet show this sentiment, especially the Half-Beastmen; as long as they had sufficient logistical support, they didn’t mind staying here for a decade or two.

But Komer also wanted to leave this place now. Although the summers here were quite cool, Komer would rather return to the hot climes of the Caucasus. In Ugru, he felt a sense of home, which was hard to find in either Cyprus or Flanders. Komer was also aware that this was not a good sign.

The defense of Hasselt Fortress was temporarily undertaken by the Rock Corps, but Komer believed this was only temporary. He did not think that the Beastmen would pass through this route to attack Poznan given the current situation with gaps everywhere. If the Beastmen really wanted to invade the inland, Hasselt Fortress was undoubtedly the most inconvenient route. Using the Rock Corps here was a misallocation of resources, as armies were meant for attacking, not defending—an idea Komer firmly believed in. Taking hits passively was not his style.

The main force of the Rock Corps on the western line was still in a stalemate with the Galleians, who neither retreated nor launched a new offensive. Komer could not yet fathom what Zellin was plotting. Did he really think the Silesians would wholeheartedly join him in taking on Komer himself? If so, his wisdom was truly limited.

It seemed he had inadvertently triggered some spatial trap, as Komer suddenly found the entire back garden too quiet, eerily so. His alertness surged, and his Spiritual Sense rapidly expanded outwards, searching for the source of this strangeness, but there was no more time. His opponent seemed unwilling to give him that chance.

The continuous sound of twanging metal strings seemed so melodious in Komer’s ears, though he knew it was merely his imagination. His Spiritual Sense quickly pinpointed the source of the danger. Magical arrows flew in from three directions, each arrow at haphazard angles, times, and dimensions. Closely following the magical arrows were several agile dark figures, appearing almost as fast as the arrows themselves.

A strong scent of Magic Metal suddenly enveloped the space around Komer, who knew this time his enemies were resolute in sealing his fate, leaving no room for escape. These were magical arrows fired from a Magic Crossbow, generally only top assassins and hitmen possessed such items. Both the crossbow and the arrows were disposable, made largely of Magic Metal, which could nearly cover every gap in the space. Surviving in this space meant relying solely on one’s own strength—there was no other choice.

In an instant, from various angles, directions, and distances, three magical arrows struck, as if manipulated by a mysterious hand of space. The three conical magical arrows exploded.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" the three black magical arrows burst in the air into countless tiny spiky arrows, irregularly exploding throughout the space. At that moment, the whole space was covered, triggered by the huge amount of lightning power contained within the Magic Metal arrows, pulled by the operator’s unique magic forces, sending out a strange spatial whirlpool. The swirling air currents, caused by intense air friction, produced crackling saw-edged electrical sparks.

A "humming" of vibrating metal filled the air. Komer stood motionless, knowing at this moment even the most proficient Flight Technique couldn’t evade the magical arrows that thoroughly covered the surrounding area. At this time, his mind was utterly calm, and he needed the coldest wisdom to deduce whether, besides the already displayed lightning power, there were other overlaying forces trailing behind. (To be continued. For further details, please visit www.qidian.com. More Chapters available, support the author, support authorized reading!)