The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 897 - 28 Volumes Long Spear Plows the Courtyard - 14

Chapter 897: 28 Volumes Long Spear Plows the Courtyard Chapter 14

Rebry was frantic with worry. The purpose of the attackers was clearly aimed at Komer, and although he was still uncertain from whence the opponent had come, the Mage’s relentless magic attacks had firmly restrained him and his companions in this place. The fierce Hammer of Thor continuously rolled in the air, lightning bolts thunderously crashing down in rapid succession, the golden serpent dancing wildly amidst the flash and rumble of thunder.

Solonberg darted across the ground, ducking and weaving to avoid this punishment from the heavenly realm, while Shatima’s thick Dragon Spear was knocked to who knows where. Her recent risky breakthrough had clearly invited retribution. With the sky thundering overhead, and despite her Dragon Power protecting her, the strong current passed down by the Dragon Spear made her usually fluffy and beautiful hair stand up on end, making her resemble an angry porcupine, an utterly bizarre sight to behold.

"Miss Shatima, please hurry and break through, Lord Komer needs you—I will help you!" Rebry took a deep breath, pressed his hands together in a precise gesture, and gently pushed forward as if moving an exceedingly heavy door. A continuous chain of deep spells was chanted from his mouth, his solemn expression proving he was exerting his full strength to activate the magic.

A dazzling white light screen finally formed low in the air and rapidly extended outwards, seeming to envelop even the garden behind. The raging Hammer of Thor hammered viciously against the milky light screen, as if intending to completely tear it apart. However, the resilient and tough light screen gradually wrapped itself around the relentless onslaught of the thunder god, and the rumbling sound of thunder gradually grew softer.

The opponent Mage had evidently realized that they were facing a formidable adversary. The imposing Hammer of Thor being quietly obscured by the Light Screen was an exquisite use of Light Arcane, hitting just the right note. For thunder-based magic, hardly any magic could dissipate it, but that did not mean it couldn’t be countered; Light Arcane and earth-based magic were the best strategies.

A sequence of Wind Blades whirled up into the air, their shrill screams overpowering the fading thunder. The Light Screen immediately began to sway in the wind, and the sharp Wind Blades tore through the barrier, leaving it in tatters. A cold chill spilled down from the sky as countless Wind Blades merged with the freezing ice edges, instantly transforming into deadly wind edges!

Rebry watched the scene in astonishment. He had been prepared for the enemy’s difficulty, but he hadn’t expected them to come up with a counter in such a short time and to launch a blend of wind and ice magic so opportunistically. Who were these people, and where had they sprung from? They were highly skilled in Elemental Magic, and he couldn’t recall anyone in the Church of Light who matched this description. They didn’t seem like they were from the Church of Light but rather from an independent system of neutral mages sitting between light and dark.

However, this was no longer important. Shatima and Solonberg had already broken through the Thunder Magic Array’s blockade, and Rebry even caught a glimpse of Mihailovich swiftly moving past. Now he had time to play with these fellows and figure out their true origins.

Two Light Balls merged into an even larger one, surging towards the bear in front of Komer, who was somewhat nervous. It was evident that the opponent had come to their senses; merging into one could confuse the bear with its simple intelligence. Once it engaged, the enemy would surely dedicate one person to firmly restrain the bear, allowing another to deal with him with ease. But seeing through the ploy did not mean he had a solution; after all, the bear was a separate entity with its own judgment, and against a strong enemy, it might not always discern what was best.

Komer could only heave a sigh in his heart. The bear’s intelligence had not fully recovered to what it was before death; it could only vaguely depend on some instinctive thoughts and judgments in battle. While it could serve a temporary purpose, it couldn’t truly decide fate.

The bear’s Crescent Moon Scimitar flashed with a ghostly blue light, layer upon layer, silently surging. The clear light ball burst apart amidst the azure, and Komer could clearly see the bear’s neck, face, and chest repeatedly pierced and sliced by the opponent’s sharp sword thrusts. Wounds upon wounds hardly described the bear’s plight, but it was not enough to bring it down.

The ghostly blue waves suddenly emitted a soft whistling, as if the muffled Yin Thunder Sound suddenly disappeared. A shadowy, cold blade streaked past Chilomba’s throat like a phantom. Had Chilomba not decisively flipped backwards at the last moment, he would likely have been reduced to a headless Corpse.

But at that moment, Seringe had successfully used Chilomba’s distraction to slip past the bear’s blade shadow. The Knight’s Sword tip gleamed suddenly, and all Komer could do was watch helplessly as it rapidly grew larger before him. Would the next moment be the end of his life?!

In the last moment, the thick Dragon Spear whipped up a tornado from a slanting strike, rescuing Komer in the nick of time.

The Knight’s Sword faced off against the oncoming Dragon Spear, the intense impact force causing Seringe to tumble repeatedly in the air. Similarly, Seringe’s all-out strike made things difficult for Shatima as well, the fierce strength sending Shatima flying horizontally, and both Shatima and Komer tumbled to the ground like rolling gourds, in a sorry state, yet their lives were spared.

Komer felt something with a bouncy texture pressing against his face, almost suffocating him, the rich fragrance seemed somehow familiar—Shatima! It was Shatima who had saved his life at the last moment!

A volley from Solonberg sealed off Seringe who still desired to press the attack; the intense collision of Fighting Qi made the frictional whistling in the air almost piercing to the eardrums. Compared to Bear’s reckless exchange of life for life, the clash between Seringe and Solonberg was even more splendid and dazzling.

Knight Spear against Knight’s Sword, Magic Knight against Dark Knight, only now did Seringe truly give up hope, yet escaping the Battlefield had become exceedingly difficult. The Metal Magic Doll, eyeing them covetously nearby, was clearly acting on instructions from the Puppet Mage beside it, its arms spread wide, a pair of shovel-shaped metal arms gleaming in the dawn light, ready to strike at any moment.

The Frost Fighting Qi spread out with the burst of light from the Knight Spear, a chilling cold air that could instantly freeze a person stiff permeating the air. Seringe urged his Sacred Fighting Qi to counter the relentlessly pressing Frost Fighting Qi of his opponent, taking no chances with this kind of heterodox Fighting Qi. Once one’s skill with Fighting Qi had reached the external manifestation stage, the type was inconsequential; it was the mighty impact force that was the main distinction from a Warrior’s level.

"Eh? Sacred Fighting Qi?" The deep blue glow of the Fighting Qi spread out gently, clashing with the grey-blue Frost Fighting Qi and not particularly conspicuous. However, for a Warrior like Solonberg, it was abundantly clear, "Excellency, are you not a Warrior of Light?"

"Hmph," Seringe hummed softly through his nose without engaging in conversation. Clearly, the other took his group for knights from the Church of Light’s Knights regiment, but the Sacred Fighting Qi had given away the essence of his company. It would be impossible for a Light Knight to use Sacred Fighting Qi; for them, Light Fighting Qi was supreme. Seringe had no intention of revealing his true nature; these Homer People were unfamiliar with power groups beyond Nicosia, and as long as he could successfully escape, he believed they could not possibly discern his background.

Shatima had already leaped to her feet, and seeing Komer with blood at his mouth and nose gave her quite a shock. In her view, anyone capable of beating Komer to such a state was unimaginable. His immense strength meant that anyone who dared to oppose him invariably met with a dismal end, including herself. She imagined that even those from the Church of Light like Marco, who freely roamed under their very noses, and now this man lay sprawled on the ground as if at death’s door. Could it be that a mere pressure from her body possessed such power?

"Komer, what’s wrong?" Shatima cried out in somewhat exaggerated alarm.

Uttering groans of protest, Komer himself was in a sorry state that he couldn’t explain; while Shatima had indeed saved his life, a portion of the fierce backlash of the Fighting Qi had still transmitted to him. Having already been weakened by the onslaught of Magical arrows, another hit had caused the blood in his body to boil and almost led to a fatal hemorrhage.

"Shatima, never mind me. Go join the Puppet to intercept these two. We absolutely cannot let them escape! I want to see for myself who harbors such deep grudges against me to insist on pushing me to my death."

After catching his breath a few times, Komer finally managed to regulate the Inner Qi in his body. At this moment, he too was filled with curiosity about his opponent. Sacred Fighting Qi? Not the expected Warrior of Light—in fact, this was quite astonishing. Was he so odious that even individuals he had never met wished him dead? Komer simply couldn’t understand; he was too eager to know who his adversary was.

When Rebry led the incoming Mages to mount a magical counterattack and break through the enemies’ encirclement, it also signified the battle drawing to its end. The involvement of Shatima and the Metal Magic Doll had forced Seringe and Chilomba into a very small circle. The howling gusts of Fighting Qi left the back garden in disarray, broken branches and tree trunks strewn about, causing Komer great distress. These wasters, even stripping him of his one and only hobby, for this alone, he couldn’t let those two off the hook. (To be continued... For further developments, please log in to www.qidian.com, where Chapters are more abundant, support the author, support authorized reading!)